Be Naughty and Nice

I write characters who don't mind getting their hands dirty, but will gladly wash them for the heroine. A man who works hard and pleases harder is my type of hero.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Random Excerpt from Second Dance Cowboy (Second Chance)

Once upon a time, if Dillon had propositioned her, she’d have tumbled, no questions asked. She wasn’t that naive girl any longer.
Anyway, one-night stands were for people who stayed up past ten o’clock on school nights. For women who were risk-takers, not safety-seekers.
Another thought tripped through her mind. Dang. She wasn’t wearing her best underwear. Had she shaven her legs that morning? That blew the lingering lust all to hell. Falling off the sex wagon with flowered, cotton panties and hairy legs would be a scandal.
Her stomach rolled.
Why did he have to smell so good? And look like a model?
She snuck another glance to his belt buckle. She’d always wondered if he was built. A man with those brawny shoulders and slender hips, she’d guess there’d be no disappointment. His zipper moved and she sucked in a breath. Lifting her gaze, she realized he was watching her. She jerked her eyes to the road.
Oh my God. I just gave Dillon Brooke a hard-on.
She bit back a squeal. Realizing this was the happiest she’d been in days, she cringed. She was so not cool.
Turning onto the gravel drive, passing the metal swinging sign that read Brooke Creek, she prepared herself for turning away from the one man she’d fantasized about more than Mark Walhberg.
Maybe he’d changed his mind too. He’d been quiet for some time. Disappointment slithered through her, churning her stomach. She’d turn away, sure, but she wanted him to want her, not bearing the thought of him snubbing her again.
She shook her head at her own absurdity.
Approaching the house, her intestines gurgled. She pulled close to the gate, slid the car into park and waited.
He twisted in the seat, his gaze held hers. Her tongue grew thick. He started to move in…would he kiss her. Apprehension bubbled up inside of her. Fear mixed with excitement. Then she did it. She pressed her hand against his chest in silent rejection.
“I’ve got to go home.” Her words were like a guillotine on the neck of promise.
He blinked, but his expression didn’t change. “Okay.”
Would he argue? Would he ask her to change her mind? A man like Dillon didn’t need to ask a woman a second time.
“Thank you for bringing me out here. Will you be okay going back?” His hand was already on the handle.

“I’ll be fine.” She forced a smile to her trembling lips. “Thank you for the dance. It was very nice.” What? Was that how she’d leave this? She wanted to rip his shirt off and lick him all over. Explore every delectable inch. Her fingers itched to undo the belt buckle and touch him in mystical places.

Buy Link: Second Dance Cowboy 

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

18+ Random Excerpt from Fighting Flames

Hearing a noise outside of the room, she waited and listened. People were talking loud, disturbing her peace. She growled and had a strong desire to throw a shoe at the door.
Stretching her arms high above her head, she liked the luscious burn between her shoulder blades. Her body was getting stronger—she felt stronger. She bent over to give her backside a nice stretch when a knock came at the door.
“Occupied,” she said. She curved her body even lower, ass high in the air.
The door flung open, cracking against the wall. She shot up and turned, adrenaline spiking her veins. A big, beefcake firefighter, covered from head to toe in gear, blocked the doorway. Ready to lash out in complaint, she felt a strong cool breeze and squealed. I’m naked! She grabbed the first thing she could find, a baby towel. Covering her breasts with one arm, she used the towel over the rest. “What are you doing? Get out!” she yelled.
“Sorry, ma’am. There’s a fire in this facility and I’m going to have to escort you out.” The mask muffled his words.
“A fire? I didn’t hear an alarm?” Did he think he could burst into her room and expect her to follow his request? Who cared if he looked legit?
“They must be broken. You need to exit the building now!”
Chaos sounded from the hall. Looking beyond his brawny frame, she saw another firefighter pass. Her heart beat faster as she clutched the towel tighter. “Let me get dressed…” No free hands to work with, she debated the lesser of two evils…bare breasts or bare twat? She went with the first, reaching for her clothes from the side table. Did she hear the man gasp?
“I’m sorry, but there’s no time to waste,” he said as he took a step closer and tossed her a folded sheet. “Wrap that around your body.”
“Are you kidding me? There’s no way I’m going out there in this.” She held up the white material. Taking a step back, her mind frantically weighed the options, although slim.
Die in a fire—no good.
Wear a sheet in public—still no good.
“This isn’t difficult, lady.”
“But…what difference does one minute make?”
“Bring your clothes with you. I’m getting you the hell out of this building, one way or another.” He moved to the middle of the room, engulfing the small space.
Karsyn’s breathing became ragged. “I can’t go out there like this.” Even as she said the words, she jerked the cotton material over her nudity. The oblong sheet barely covered her butt cheeks. “This is insane. This slip of cloth is made for a table, not a body.”
“So be it.” Before she realized what he was doing, he took two quick strides and clutched her around the legs, throwing her up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Put me down, you—you ogre! I refuse to be treated this way!” She pummeled his back, which probably didn’t make him flinch. Kicking her legs made him tighten his grip around her thighs. Her eyes filled with tears as humiliation spread through her. She knew her bare ass was high in the air. She’d never live this down.

Buy here:
http://www.amazon.com/Fighting-Flames-Rhonda-Lee-Carver-ebook/dp/B00JK5N1RA/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1397086209&sr=8-7&keywords=rhonda+lee+carver

Monday, April 7, 2014

To tat or not to tat?!?

In a world where billions of books tempt readers with their silent calling, authors can probably agree on the importance of having a spectacular cover. A cover says a lot about what a reader will find once opening the pages.

So, the appearance of a model is important. If you're writing a sweet romance, a dressed hero and heroine would fit. If you're writing erotica, a spicy cover tells readers to hold on to their socks because it's a hot one. I'm not an expert cover artist, but for me, I like the subtle message that a cover sends. Please leave a little to the imagination. It's like the carrot dangling before my nose...entice me, tempt me, then pull out all of the stops within the story.

For instance, take a look at the three pics below. What do they say to you? We wouldn't snub our nose at any of these models, now would we? When I posted pic #1 and pic #2 on FB, asking which model do readers prefer, #1 won by a landslide. A few found the tats to be a turn off. But tats on a cover model tells you something about the hero, something you might want to know before you buy the book. I wouldn't slap #1 (maybe on the bottom, lol) on a sweet romance, not only because of the tats but he is sending a message that he likes to get down (if you know what I mean). He'd fit fine and dandy on my WIP, a firefighter, hot romance.



#2 would work perfectly with a cowboy hat and a big belt buckle, and used for one of my cowboy stories.

A reader who is looking for a sweet romance doesn't want to open a cover and see "cock" "tits" "BJ" and other naughty language. Vice versa, a reader looking for hot sex will be disappointed if a story lacks in heat. And the cover, well, it sends the subtle message. In other words, "Judge a book by its cover."

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Is this my love life?

Choose your craving...

A. Climbing into fresh sheets

B. Reading a book

C. Intimacy

D. Skydiving

Take the letter you chose and find the description. Does this describe your lovemaking?

A. Working hard, you like to relax, and there's nothing better than climbing into a bed with fresh sheets. Be careful though, seeing your bed as a place of comfy may lessen your chances of getting lucky between the sheets. If you must, try new, exciting places outside of the bedroom to add a bit of spice.

B. You love to read. I'm guessing you enjoy diving into a world of fantasy. Depending on what genre you read, it says a lot about who you are. If erotica is your guilty pleasure, you could be searching for excitement. You like spice, but might be apprehensive in taking the initiative with that special someone. Take baby steps in bringing spice into real life. Suspense and thriller? You love an adrenaline rush but like keeping it safe.

C.  Sensuality is your craving. Kisses, hand holding, cuddling...all of the fuzzy, ooey-gooey things lovers do. Problem is, when all of the intimacy is happening outside of the bedroom, sometimes it gets a little boring inside. Are you someone who wants, on occasion, for your partner to rip off your clothes, throw you up against the wall (no one getting hurt please) and he becomes a Tarzan to your Jane? Suggestion: Read B. Dive into an erotic novel then ask yourself what you'd like to try and make the initiative.

D. You are all about an adrenaline rush. You like to experience life, jumping out of planes, climbing the highest mountains...there is no taking the backseat for an adrenaline junkie. This is wonderful, except, people who are all about the excitement may sometimes forget to slow down and tap into sensuality. Love isn't always about the high. It's about the connection, too.

Monday, March 24, 2014

Hot Box Monday: The Price is Right

Scrolling through Amazon, you'll see books of all genres at all different prices. For my traditionally published books, I have no control over the prices, but for my self-published lot, I can name the price. I'm not exactly a control freak, but I like having my hand in the cookie jar, so to speak.

I posted a question on Facebook a few days ago asking what prices readers are willing to pay for an ebook and if certain aspects, like whether the author is unknown or the book is in a series, makes a difference. I received lots of helpful feedback. After all, who better to ask than those who buy.

What I heard was, readers will spend in upwards of $7.00, but are comfy at $2.99-3.99. What are some considerations?

1. If the book is in a series

2. Word count

3. If one book in the series is free

What I learned most is readers love series.

Second Chance Series:

Second Chance Cowboy FREE at Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Second-Chance-Cowboy-Rhonda-Carver-ebook/dp/B00H1B6ADC/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1395666795&sr=8-4&keywords=rhonda+lee+carver

Second Ride Cowboy (Book 2)
Second Round Cowboy (Book 3)
Buy Link:http://www.amazon.com/Second-Round-Cowboy-Chance-Series-ebook/dp/B00I1OMGQ8/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1395666664&sr=8-3&keywords=rhonda+lee+carver

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Excerpt: Double Dare

Her mouth on him sent him close to the edge.
     Damn, Jag could’ve come in her mouth. He wanted the moment to last, wanted to prolong the pleasure, but he didn’t know how much longer his balls could take the bittersweet agony. With her hot mouth on him, he wouldn’t last long at all and he wanted to know what a woman like Zoe tasted like, felt like.
     Lifting her up, he turned her back to the wall, steadying her. He pressed his mouth against her moist lips, burying his tongue deep inside her sweetness. He lifted his face and whispered, “I want to taste you. All of you.”
     “Yes.” The husky tone of her voice made him shudder.
     Bracing her petite frame with his hands on her slender hips, he stepped back and swept a glance over her. Her nipples hardened into pebbles and invited him. He wasted no time in lowering his mouth to the pink tips. He sampled each pale mound before sliding his tongue down her flat stomach, twirling his tongue in and out of her belly button. He heard her sharp intake of breath as her fingers gripped his shoulders. The sharp sting of her nails in his skin encouraged him to continue his exploration.
     A faint musky scent floated around his nostrils as he found the bare silky skin between her inner thighs. With the pads of his thumbs, he separated her moist folds and uncovered her slick delicacy. Repositioning his fingers, he softly touched her clit with his forefinger and she arched against his hand. His tempo quickened, making circular motions until the bead tripled in size and she dripped with dew.
     She’d gone from wet to slippery and ready and he slipped a finger inside her narrow passage. She welcomed him with a shimmy of her hips, rolling against his digit, and he plunged deeper, simulating what he would do soon with his cock.
     Her thrusts became wilder as he slid two fingers into her wet cave. “Jag...”
     The desperation in her voice reached his ears and he realized he couldn’t hold back much longer. The time came to bring her release. He buried his tongue into her warm shell, deftly sucking her, swallowing her juices. She obliged him with an arching of her back and the opening of her thighs, permitting him deeper access when his tongue and fingers joined in bringing her closer to release. The tense rotation of her hips meeting his mouth and the clenching of her muscles told him she fell fast.
     Seconds later, a rumbled moan drifted from her parted lips.
     Jag smiled as she tugged at him, silently pleading for him to be inside her, and he didn’t stop. He continued his focus on her most intimate part until she came again and again. When her limbs grew relaxed, he picked up her pleasure-stilled body into his arms. She tucked her face against his shoulder.
     Her body tensed as he stepped onto the shadowed patio. “Uh, you made a wrong turn. The bed is in the room,” she said in a whisper.
     Setting her down easily onto her feet near the wrought iron railing, he nuzzled her neck with his lips. “You don’t like the outdoors?”

     “Nothing against the outdoors. I have something against strangers seeing my naked ass.” 

Buy Link: 
http://www.amazon.com/Double-Dare-Rhonda-Lee-Carver-ebook/dp/B00J2HLLA0/ref=sr_1_12?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1395318753&sr=1-12&keywords=rhonda+lee+carver


Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Wicked Wednesday: Do men wash their hands?

I can't be the only one who wonders if a man washes his hands when he goes to the bathroom. I remember when my friends and I would go out for a girl's night and we'd watch men go into the restroom, making bets on whether he would wash his hands or not. There was never any positive way of knowing if he had or not, but there were signs. No bar ever had towels or dryers (or maybe it was just the bars we attended. After all, we were poor people in college) so if a man came out with wet jeans, on the thighs or backside, we knew he'd washed. No signs of wet spots meant he'd skipped washing. Another sign, if he came out rubbing or shaking his hands, he probably at least rinsed.

Why is this important? Think about it...how many germs can one person have on their hands at one given time? The answer is...150 different species of bacteria. Eck!

So, let's think about this. A man is sitting with you, both of you are chatting, having a drink, maybe the mind is slipping to what will happen between the sheets later. He excuses himself and heads into the public restroom. He unzips, unloads, touches, shakes, loads and zips. Then he starts for the sink, his mind reeling...should he wash...should he not wash...what shall he do? I've read that between 50-90% of people don't wash their hands after they use the restroom, so I'm going to guess ol' loverboy will pass the sink. Fifteen minutes later, you and loverboy are in the bedroom, going at each other, ripping and breaking seams. His hands are all over you, and we can only imagine how many others' germs are on you now. And then, where will his hands go next? Down south? In your mouth? Maybe the question is, where will your mouth go? The same place where he'd touched a while ago in the bathroom?

Have I made you sick yet?

This is why I say with great pride, "My heroes all wash their hands. Sometimes twice."

http://www.amazon.com/Double-Dare-Rhonda-Lee-Carver-ebook/dp/B00J2HLLA0/ref=sr_1_9?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1395168977&sr=1-9&keywords=rhonda+lee+carver