The Top
Ten Reasons Why Younger Men Are Better
In my
newest release, Valentine Next Door, my heroine Miranda explores a different kind
of relationship than she’s used to. A relationship with a man almost ten years
her junior, her next door neighbor Jeremy. Though Miranda is extremely
apprehensive about this relationship in the beginning, over time she comes to
see that not only does she need a younger man in her life, but she specifically
needs this younger man, Jeremy, to give her everything she’s ever wanted.
So today,
I thought I’d go through the top ten reasons why having a younger man in your
life can be very very good.
1. Their
fit and athletic builds. Tight, hard, muscular. You get the drift. We’d all be
kidding ourselves if we didn’t put that one high on the list.
2. Sex
drive. The male sex drive peaks at 18 years old, while women’s peaks almost ten
years later. The closer you can get to that wave, the better off you’ll be.
3.
Exercise. Exercise keeps you fit and healthy. With your younger man, you’ll
definitely be getting a great deal of exercise. See above reason number 2 for
clarity.
4. Energy.
Their zest for life can only improve your days, and your nights. No rolling
over at 9 pm to go to sleep for these guys. The energy of a younger man will
definitely put a pep in your step.
5.
Flexibility. No I’m not talking about physical flexibility, though they
probably have that too, I’m talking about flexibility of thought and lifestyle.
Unlike older men that tend to be set in their ways, younger men are ready to
explore the world. Interested in living abroad, they’ll jump on board. What to pursue
a new career, they’re right there with you.
6. They
can set up your computer, your dvd player, your printer, your surround sound.
You name it. Those skills may not be sexy, but they definitely come in handy.
7. Staying
young at heart. Studies show that staying informed, active and part of the
mainstream culture keeps you young at heart, and can go a great distance to
keeping you healthy longer. There’s no better way to accomplish this than
having your very own boy toy guide to the hip and happening.
8. Limited
competition. Since they’re just starting their careers, while you are several
years into yours, you’ll most likely be on different career trajectories.
This will limit your need to worry about stepping on his toes or pulling out
ahead of him, and can lead to less conflicts, leaving more time for loving.
9. Ditch
those gender roles. This generation of men have been raised by women who work
outside the home, who split the housework with their significant others and can
take care of themselves. This generation of men is less concerned with gender
roles then any generation before them. They’re content to be house husbands,
mannies, and stay at home dads. They are more than willing to take on their
portion of the household chores and childrearing. Nothing to complain about
with that.
10.
Different prospective. True you might go
to the Ritz Carlton and Four Seasons with an older man, but eating kebabs off a
food truck and exploring the city you live in, or travel to, with a younger man
will give you a whole new perspective on the world you know, and open up even
more possibilities for the two of you.
Older
woman and younger men falling in love is a fairly new trend, in society and
romance, and I really enjoyed exploring this dynamic throughout writing
Valentine Next Door. I hope you enjoy reading it half as much as I enjoyed
writing these two characters, and their touching romance.
Blurb: Jeremy Callahan has been in love with his next door
neighbor, Miranda Valentine, since he was fifteen years old. As a teen he used
to watch her, fantasising about how he could make her his. But he never acted
on it. Miranda was older, married and out of his league. Forced to return home
ten years later after being injured on a photo shoot, all those old feelings
return, and this time there's no reason to keep them at bay. She might be a
decade older than him, but Jeremy's not about to let a few numbers stand in his
way.
Since her husband's death, Miranda's been left with a big hole in
her life. Never able to fulfil her dream to be a mom, Miranda isn't sure what
to do with herself. She certainly isn't expecting to find the most gorgeous man
she's ever met next door. She can't believe Jeremy Callahan is that sexy
younger man, or that he's had a crush on her for years. When he kisses her, all
bets are off. Jeremy's young, gorgeous and makes her feel more than anyone has
before.
But she knows he can't want the same things she does. He can't be
ready to settle down and start a family, but she's running out of time. Will
her dream of being a mother keep her from the man she loves? Or can they find
some middle ground where they both can get everything they want?
Excerpt:
Miranda hastily
climbed the porch steps, balancing the cake in one hand while pushing the
doorbell with her left index finger. If she was lucky, the Callahans would be
in the middle of dinner and she could just drop off the cake and head back
home. She was already looking forward to settling down in front of the
television to watch the latest romantic comedy Netflix had sent her, something
about finding love in the wilds of Africa. That and the carton of ice cream
that wouldn’t be taking up space in her freezer for much longer.
The door slid
open and one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen stood in the doorway. His
dark hair was cut short. His chocolate-colored eyes focused on her and she
swallowed. He looked at her with such intensity her skin tingled. His red
T-shirt clung to a chiseled chest, and a pair of dark sweats bunched up around
the cast molded to his right leg.
“Jeremy?” This
couldn’t be little Jeremy Callahan standing before her. The man holding the
door open was very different from the boy who had left home.
But he has to be. How many men could the
Callahans have wandering around their house with a broken leg?
He smiled at
her with the same boyish grin he’d given her that first morning she and Leo had
moved into the neighborhood. She still remembered him standing in his driveway
playing basketball with one of his buddies a few weeks before his first days of
high school.
Jeremy had
always been tall, but as a kid he’d been skinny and lanky. He’d definitely
grown into his height. His chest was now broad and solid. His biceps flexed as
he dropped the doorknob, crossing his arms along his chest. Even his waist was
thick with muscle, the kind that would be defined beneath that red T-shirt.
“Hi, Mrs
Valentine.”
She cleared her
throat, gripping the cake container a little tighter in her sweaty hands.
“Please, Jeremy. You’re not in school anymore. You don’t have to call me Mrs
Valentine. Miranda is fine.”
“Okay. Hi,
Miranda.”
She liked the
sound of her name on his lips. It took her a second to realize she’d never
heard him say it before. He’d always been a very polite boy, always respectful.
But she was starting to like the man a
lot better.
“Well, I...uh,
made this for you and your folks. Just a little I-hope-you-feel-better cake.”
She handed the dessert to Jeremy, forcing herself to stop rambling.
He grabbed the
Tupperware container with quick hands that looked much bigger than they used
to.
“Thank you.” He
glanced down at the Bundt cake. “Is this mocha fudge?”
She nodded.
“Good. I always
loved that cake.” He leaned forward a little, as though to tell her a secret,
his mouth moving toward hers.
His woodsy,
masculine smell wafted to her across the space between them. His heat and
strong presence calling her like a moth to a flame.
“I’ve always
had quite a sweet tooth.” He grinned at her. Her mind flashed to what else he
could do with those teeth. Those lips. That mouth.
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