The Cougar Diaries, Part I

Not really sure how to classify it. There is some romance and a lot of a sexually repressed 40 something women dipping her toes into A LOT of different ponds. Sometimes the writing feels jumbled and all the Irish-isms, well I have to Google quite a bit, but over all this was an enjoyable read. May 20, Maggie Corbett rated it it was amazing. Hi, I really liked the ending. It made my day. May 21, Kelly Ross rated it really liked it. For full review see www. Apr 26, Ipshita Ranjana marked it as to-read. Aug 16, Tbird London rated it really liked it Shelves: Aoife found herself at the age of 40, raising two teenage boys, going through a divorce, helping her mother with her ailing father and desperately trying to hang on to a job that she needed in order to support her children.

Did she have time for a social life and dating? No but she tried to slip it in on her free time. This is a story of a middle-aged, newly single woman trying to find Mr. Right, or maybe just Mr. Sex for one night.

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You travel through her life as if you are actually reading her d Aoife found herself at the age of 40, raising two teenage boys, going through a divorce, helping her mother with her ailing father and desperately trying to hang on to a job that she needed in order to support her children. You travel through her life as if you are actually reading her diary. She navigates her way through life one crisis at a time and she shares her emotions with us during the process. What do you expect a healthy woman to do after four years of being alone and not having sex? You expect her to experiment and that she does.

After disastrous dates with men who worked in places she would buy her food and other items in, she discovered the only thing to come out of that is now driving across town to shop. So she turns to dating online. Who knew going to a dating online site would bring such craziness to her, but some of her experiences are just down right funny. How she handled those creepy men who sent her photos of their private parts. Then to top it all off, she goes out with a Dom that seems to take things to far. Between jerks and doms………she just kept looking, never giving up on the search, till right at the end of the book…….

We will have to wait till the next book to find out. This was an interesting read, constantly flowing and pretty much demonstrates the life which is full of chaos. The author did a good job with developing the character in a way that makes us care about her. We are encouraged to feel her pain and to hope that she will find what she is looking for in life and yes even laugh at or with her while she struggles with insane men and rejection. I will be looking forward to the next book in this series to see if she finally gets to be happy while watching her ex husband and his family move on and her sons growing up and establishing their own lives.

I adore how she takes things as they come and meets them head on. Aoife is not a victim of circumstances. I also love how the author made sure that the main character showed love and respect for her children regarding their father and her new changes in her life. I can only imagine how difficult it is to write a story that will attract readers regarding a middle-aged mother who is learning to become a cougar. I think the author did a great job at keeping things interesting, real and letting Aoife maintain her respect and dignity while trying to fill the roles of woman, mother, ex-wife, employee and daughter to two aging parents.

Aug 28, Debra rated it it was amazing Shelves: I have just finished reading ''The Cougar Diaries: The books are accounts of real life with Fiction thrown into the mix! I have absolutely loved reading these books They are witty and hilarious in parts; hot, sexy and informative in others, and then very real, serious and inspiring in the other parts These books tell you about the journey that an Irish woman, called Aoife Brennan, goes through after the breakdown of her marriage!

She is in her early forties and has been separated from her husband Paul for 5 years - since he had an affair and moved in with the girlfriend, leaving Aoife to raise their two teenage boys on her own, and he has now decided he wants a divorce so he can re-marry the girlfriend, who is now pregnant!

As Aoife struggles to cope with all of this, her father falls ill and she is also trying to hold down a full-time job - with the worry of being made redundant and the possibility of loosing the family home Within this period in her life she also heads back out into the dating scene and provides the reader with a very honest, entertaining and educational account of her personal experiences along this journey - how after divorce some married friends now look at and treat you differently; the difficulties in dating as a single mom; her account of exploring dating sites with some hilarious results, "Strawberrygate" is a lol must read ; problems faced when trying to use a vibrator at home with your children close by; her adventures in the world of BDSM and Erotica and how she meets and ends up dating a younger man called Chris, whom she calls 'sex-god' , and the difficulties she faces with falling in love again and the expectations that can go along with that!

What stays with me is through these books is that in the face of adversity this incredible woman and mother doesn't give up What also stood out to me was the importance of having people there for you in your life I love this Authors writing style immensely and thoroughly look forward to reading more of her works!

The Cougar Diaries, Part I

And wish her all the best in life! Add to the equation her father has dementia and her mum needs help with him from time to time. Tired of being alone she signs up on a dating si 3. Tired of being alone she signs up on a dating site and will soon discover she is far from undesirable. Take a wild ride with Aoife as she discovers the cougar that lurks within. A blow by blow description of the ups and downs of online dating. From men who are instant turn-offs to a sexy and younger DJ to a master of BDSM she soon learns that sex after forty is the best sex and orgasms of her life.

Too much chatter on the life of the everyday wife with all the problems the title brings with it. I want a story to draw me in and has me fantasizing about the swoony men and hot sex without all the daily trivia of everyday life. The Cougar diaries, the Prequel Three short stories; all the characters known to Aoife. She compares her life to Aoife and wonders if she would be better off without the slug that sleeps next to her when not on the road. Frank the butcher, notices Aoife shopping habits have changed.

Buying for one less he realizes MR. He always had his eyes on her and now they are lust-filled. He makes his move and asks Aoife on a date. Hmm… time to find a new butcher. Derek, a biter enraged man with money and ex-wife problems corner Aoife and asks her on a date. Nov 16, Sandy S rated it really liked it. The storyline is a culmination of real life and fantasy adventure of a forty something, newly single mother of two teenage boys and her foray into the world of dating, sex and divorce. And all of this happens as ailing father shows signs of deterioration, her employer seeks to downsize and her ex-husband demands a change in separation agreements.

But Aolfie has a plan and hopefully everything will work out in the end. Aoife Brennan takes the reader on a journey that will make you laugh and cry; shutter and sigh; shake your head and wonder why? But in the end, life comes full circle and there will always be a way to find the path you were meant to follow. Copy supplied by the author.

Aoife is facing midlife, two teen aged boys, a divorce, job uncertainty, and finally trying to put herself out there to date again. The Cougar Diaries Part 1 chronicles her journey into this new stage of her life. In the beginning of the story I felt so bad for Aoife. Her life was in shambles and she seemed to live for everyone but herself. Then into her life walks Chris, a DJ ten years her junior Aoife is facing midlife, two teen aged boys, a divorce, job uncertainty, and finally trying to put herself out there to date again.

Then into her life walks Chris, a DJ ten years her junior and sex on a stick. After a hot weekend romp Aoife has discovered good sex! I loved the way Brennen wrote the story like a journal. It gives the reader a very intimate peek into the life of Aiofe. There were sad times, stressful times, and definitely some very sexy times. Brennan even gave the reader some comic relief, my favorite was the strawberry fiasco. If you are curious about what could possibly go wrong with a strawberry, you will just have to pick up the book!

I found her to be not only fascinating and funny, but she was so real it was a pleasure spending time in her world! Mar 02, Jo-Anne rated it liked it. This book tells us the adventures of Aoife and her life after her husband left her for another woman. She is 42 years old and has no idea how to go about dating but decides to get back out there and give it a try. She gets a makeover and joins a dating site. She gets lots of attention and much of it from younger men. She has her hands full trying to look after her sons, dealing with her lawyer who is overcharging her and This book tells us the adventures of Aoife and her life after her husband left her for another woman.

She has her hands full trying to look after her sons, dealing with her lawyer who is overcharging her and all her dates. She does handle everything but is thankful for help from her friend, Trish, and her brother, George. This book is written with an Irish twang. I live in North America so I wasn't familiar with some of the Irish terms or places mentioned in the book. The author was very descriptive in her writing. I did feel some emotions like I wanted to be Aoife at first after her divorce. But as she got more adventuresome in dating I started to feel sorry for her.

She seemed to have very low self esteem. This book was well written and I did enjoy it but it was too erotic for my taste and comfort. If you like erotica, you should give The Cougar Diaries: Part 1 a try. Dec 31, Ricky Penley rated it really liked it. This book was good. I enjoyed reading of the adventures of Aoife.

This book had some heartache with the husband that left the family. The lawyer that tried to screw her over. So when a woman with two teenage boys tries to get back out in the dating world you have this book. I was interested in reading every encounter that she came across.

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Some were funny, others were kind of disturbing. But all in all I believe that this book would be a good addition to anyone that is interested in what happens This book was good. But all in all I believe that this book would be a good addition to anyone that is interested in what happens when a woman hits a certain age. Also this book is written with an Irish twang. Luckily I have a friend that is from the UK and I was able to understand what was written. I am looking forward to the second book that is already out. But I will say that it was a very good book. It sucked you in from the beginning and is a good page turner.

I give this book an honest 4 star review. Oct 05, Sabina rated it really liked it Shelves: Well written and with characters one can easily relate to. I'm looking forward to Part 2! Deb rated it it was amazing Oct 26, Joss rated it it was amazing Jun 05, Angela rose rated it liked it Mar 27, Tammy rated it it was ok Aug 22, Angie rated it it was amazing May 25, David rated it really liked it Aug 10, Jo Dunn marked it as to-read Mar 31, Arzu Balkan marked it as to-read Aug 03, Bernard Goldbach added it Nov 13, I finished my second cup of coffee and was about to leave when dad popped his head around the kitchen door, closely followed by the rest of his, by now, fully clothed body.

No more trouble at home I hope? Quiet at home was good. It was also rare. My two teenage boys did not do quiet. They left tracks across the house like rutting bucks; spilled school bags by the door, kitbags in the utility, coats flung on the banisters, keys, phones, actually I stand corrected, not phones, but every other piece of detritus from their pockets dashed on the hall stand and often following up the stairs to their respective bedrooms like the crumbs from Hansel and Gretel.

Of course, I knew better than to follow those crumbs. My entry to their rooms was limited and only out of necessity. Laundry bags collected and cups and dishes gathered up, but I rarely upset the bedding, except to shake or smooth it. I never looked under the bed, under the mattress. Once a fortnight the bed linen was chucked out into the hall and clean linen put by their doors. Two years later the same held for Andrew.

Three months after that, Paul had left but the rule held strong four years on. Weekends were busy catching up, acting as a taxi mum, and trying to get the house back in order. By Sunday night, if I was lucky, peace might descend: The kids often played games in the den, a small room off the hallway, while I watched television in the living room.

Old films, documentaries sometimes, the odd reality show when no one was watching. For some reason Made in Chelsea fascinated me; shades of my youth when living in London perhaps. Utter tosh of course but as watchable as a car crash, rubber-necking all the way. I had also discovered the joys of a smartphone. And the possibility of online dating.

The web-hosting company I worked for had banned Facebook and other social media sites, so naturally dating sites were also blocked. It was too worrying in case I forgot to delete the history or missed something and the boys, black hats in the making, caught me out. With my smartphone I felt safe enough, after all that never left my purse. I checked in with alarming regularity, just to see who might be there. Just lurking at the moment I thought, just lurking. One man, Firefox, had caught my attention; or rather I had caught his.

He was sending me regular messages. It was slightly creepy thinking there was someone on the internet thinking about me. The first one was with the local butcher. Trish still laughs so hard over that story and tells me that I missed a good thing there. Trish, who has been my best friend since primary school, is the only one allowed to tease me about men.

Actually, she is one of the few friends whom I managed to hang on to since my separation. It is possibly her fearlessness and kindness - a good combination for a lifelong friendship especially when laced with a wicked sense of humour. I wince every time I remember. Frank had been one of the first people outside the family to know I was separated.

My purchasing patterns went from four steaks to three and then over the following months to less expensive cuts. He finally asked me quietly one day as I paid for three pork chops and stewing beef if I was on my own now. I, flustered, said yes and, still flustered, found myself accepting a date. Instead he wore a suit and no tie, but clumsily. His paunch was more noticeable and less welcoming when not covered with the familiar stripy cloth.

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His breath smelled and his large hands, so capable when carving up slabs of dead animals, looked strangely out of place as they emerged from the slightly short suit sleeves. Hairy and threatening they rested on his legs during the film, and I felt they might rise up and grasp me bodily as if I were a carcass to be butchered. I kept watching them from the corner of my eye, willing them not to move in my direction. Of course, that meant I had to change my butchers afterwards too. Things your mother never told you, I said to Trish. The list of things had been growing at an alarming rate. Never date your butcher would be number one.

Now I had to go to the less impressive butcher at the other end of the village, or use the supermarket. Neither really suited me and I fumed at my lack of forethought. I seemed to have all the necessary baggage to thwart successful attempts at dating. For a start there was my age. Now into my forties I am losing that edge that early maturity from the previous decade confers, at least in the aspect of entering into new sexual relations.

Then there was the question of having two teenage children, two boys no less. The thought of arriving home with a man in tow other than their father was horrifying; and I am genuinely not sure who would find it more upsetting, my children or I. Finally, there was my own particular deviancy in which I initially accepted dates from men who not only lived too close but who also provided me with much needed local services.

As a result my uncritical criteria for potential suitors resulted in the domino-like crashing of local services about me. Yes, for after the butcher, I went on a date with the manager of Tesco. Dandruff speckled his suit collar and he kept on sniffing without using a handkerchief. For lonely, I translated afterwards for Trish, read horny. This disastrous date ended up with Derek trying to find his way into my bra while parked in a quiet laneway. Instead Derek had driven around for a bit, whistling tunelessly, his hand on my knee, until he parked up the back of Tesco.

The irony was not lost on me. Nor was the fact that as he tried to wrestle with the clasp on my bra, he encountered foundation garments that were having none of it, or rather none of him. He half squashed my left breast as he fumbled to release it.

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Pushing him back I demanded to be brought home, now. This he did in stony silence, all whistling stopped and with his eyes straight ahead. That put Tesco off limits, on Monday through Thursday anyway, and my boys thought me mad as I often travelled the half an hour journey to Dunnes Stores instead. He worked in the charity shop that raised money for the Lifeboat service. His mild manner had appealed to me when I had occasionally dropped off unwanted clothes or books.

Shane proved to be a free spirit with three children by three different women. He was friendly with all and operated a pleasant lifestyle living with or at least visiting them by rotation. Of course he had no money, very little ambition other than to fish when he was not resting with his trinity of happy families, and enjoyed international film.

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I decided our relationship might extend to exploring film together but nothing else. This might come in handy I thought as my days of donating were rapidly changing to those of browsing in the charity shop. It was Trish who pointed out the obvious. You are shitting on your own doorstep, Sweetie. There are plenty of fish in the sea. That night I lay in bed watching television. I had hated having the TV in the bedroom when married, it had been too intrusive or maybe it was just that Paul watched endless sports programmes long after I wanted to go to sleep.

Now it felt like an old friend, comfortable and companionable.

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I prodded my belly through my soft cotton pyjamas. I squeezed my breasts. In fact, I looked better than I had towards the end of my marriage, when food had been a vindictive substitute for love. Of course, I wondered if I might be attractive to a man. Conversely I wondered if I might actually find a man attractive. The last time I had dated I had been in my twenties.

My prospective dates then did not have beer bellies, paunches or varicose veins. I picked up my phone and tapped the dating app. There were three new messages, two from Firefox and one from Daemon. Yesterday Daemon had said hi, tonight he asked me if I moaned during sex, if I liked anal. I hastily blocked him. Firefox asked me about my kids, what age they were. In the next email he asked about my hobbies.

I was warming to Firefox He stood six feet tall, lanky and long with mad brush hair. He half hopped from one foot to the other. Do you have fifty euro? Money was increasingly a sore topic. Paul continued to pay the mortgage, but he expected me to pay all the rest. My job in support for a web-hosting company paid well but not enough to cover the extras. Denis wanted to get a part-time job. His hobby of tinkering with cars also ate into any spare cash he might have had. How like his father in looks he was, I thought as I reached for the wallet beside my bed.

Trish and I had grabbed our usual Friday lunch. How am I supposed to take my clothes off and be naked, I mean naked , in front of a stranger?