Sunday, November 23, 2014

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My holiday novella, Under the Mistletoe, is now up for pre-order at Amazon.

Under the Mistletoe will release December 4, 2014! Get you order in and anticipate a spicy holiday!

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Excerpt:

Alex was a perfect woman. Pert breasts. Lovely, slender hips. Long, toned legs that went for miles. A perfect in his arms.

He held his breath. What was he getting into?

Focus on bringing her pleasure because tonight is all we have.

He followed the slender curve of her shoulder with his mouth, licking as he went along, He kissed the sleek bend, along the arch of her neck, inhaling her scent that made him woozy. “Do you like that, darlin’? Me kissing your neck?”

“Yes, yes!” Her fingers rubbed the back of his neck, tangling in the ends of his hair. He imagined her doing the same when he licked her pussy.

A soft cry escaped her lips, as if she was in the beginning throes of an orgasm. It was almost his undoing. He’d never heard a more desirable sound but he needed to slow down, take things at a steady pace, enjoy it like the last morsel of chocolate cake.

Dropping his hands to her breasts, her nipples swelled under his touch, against the material of the dress. She looked up at him and his emotions stirred. He could lose himself in the dark pools and pink lips—the bottom lip was slightly fuller and quivered.

He needed to see more of her—now!

Pushing the material of the strapless dress lower, it easily fell below her breasts, exposing the thin bra. He’d been hoping she was braless, but soon she would be. He bent his head and rolled the tip of his tongue around the pert bud through the lace. She arched her back and moaned, and he held her in his arm.

“You have nice breasts. Big, beautiful nipples the same color as your lips.”

He sucked the pink pearl deeper into his mouth, suckling until her pants grew heavy and needy.

He picked her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, placing her in the middle of the thick, white comforter. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow—black satin against the stark white.

He joined her on the bed, angled himself above her so he could stare down into her lovely features, visually tracing each line of beauty.

Sitting up onto his haunches, he wrapped his fingers around her bare ankle, lifted her leg and brought her foot to his mouth. Her eyes widened as he licked the delicate arch. He left a moist trail to her big toe, suckling it into his mouth. She giggled and thrashed her arms against the bed. He nibbled, then sucked and blew on each toe until she quaked.

Smiling, he placed her foot on his thigh and slowly skimmed his hand along her tight calf muscle until he reached her knee. Spreading her legs apart, he continued on the path of pleasure, reaching the treasure of her warm, moist core. He smoothed his thumb along the seam of her panties. She was wet and ready and he rewarded her with sliding the lace to the side and inserting a finger inside of her. Her juices coated him.

“I’m so hungry for you,” she whimpered and bucked her hips.

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Saturday, November 22, 2014

Win! Win! Win! Studs N Spurs 2015 Calendar

My holiday novella, Under the Mistletoe, is now up for pre-order at Amazon.

Under the Mistletoe will release December 4, 2014! Get you order in and anticipate a spicy holiday!

Read a hot excerpt below and enter the Rafflecopter to win a Studs n Spurs 2015 Sexy Cowboy Calendar

Excerpt:


Alex was a perfect woman. Pert breasts. Lovely, slender hips. Long, toned legs that went for miles. A perfect in his arms.

He held his breath. What was he getting into?

Focus on bringing her pleasure because tonight is all we have.

He followed the slender curve of her shoulder with his mouth, licking as he went along, He kissed the sleek bend, along the arch of her neck, inhaling her scent that made him woozy. “Do you like that, darlin’? Me kissing your neck?”

“Yes, yes!” Her fingers rubbed the back of his neck, tangling in the ends of his hair. He imagined her doing the same when he licked her pussy.

A soft cry escaped her lips, as if she was in the beginning throes of an orgasm. It was almost his undoing. He’d never heard a more desirable sound but he needed to slow down, take things at a steady pace, enjoy it like the last morsel of chocolate cake.

Dropping his hands to her breasts, her nipples swelled under his touch, against the material of the dress. She looked up at him and his emotions stirred. He could lose himself in the dark pools and pink lips—the bottom lip was slightly fuller and quivered.

He needed to see more of her—now!

Pushing the material of the strapless dress lower, it easily fell below her breasts, exposing the thin bra. He’d been hoping she was braless, but soon she would be. He bent his head and rolled the tip of his tongue around the pert bud through the lace. She arched her back and moaned, and he held her in his arm.

“You have nice breasts. Big, beautiful nipples the same color as your lips.”

He sucked the pink pearl deeper into his mouth, suckling until her pants grew heavy and needy.

He picked her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, placing her in the middle of the thick, white comforter. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow—black satin against the stark white.

He joined her on the bed, angled himself above her so he could stare down into her lovely features, visually tracing each line of beauty.

Sitting up onto his haunches, he wrapped his fingers around her bare ankle, lifted her leg and brought her foot to his mouth. Her eyes widened as he licked the delicate arch. He left a moist trail to her big toe, suckling it into his mouth. She giggled and thrashed her arms against the bed. He nibbled, then sucked and blew on each toe until she quaked.

Smiling, he placed her foot on his thigh and slowly skimmed his hand along her tight calf muscle until he reached her knee. Spreading her legs apart, he continued on the path of pleasure, reaching the treasure of her warm, moist core. He smoothed his thumb along the seam of her panties. She was wet and ready and he rewarded her with sliding the lace to the side and inserting a finger inside of her. Her juices coated him.

“I’m so hungry for you,” she whimpered and bucked her hips.





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Monday, November 10, 2014

Second Hope Cowboy Excerpt

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Tucker’s balls ached as he stood in the doorway to the bedroom staring at beauty at its most divine. Hope was his ex, which should mean something, but at the moment, he couldn’t think clearly.
She was spread across his bed, her long blonde hair spread over the pillow. Her flushed cheeks made her eyes appear darker. Her pouty lips were kissable pink. Her nipples were puffy and erect. Her knees were bent and her hands splayed across her stomach.
He was in trouble and he didn’t give a damn.
He teetered on a high wire and he had a decision to make. If he followed his utmost desire, walked across the room and climbed in bed with her, he’d have to face the consequences of tomorrow. Was he prepared to face the harsh morning light?
On the other hand, he could turn and walk away. After all, she’d walked away from everything. He could turn the table and prove to himself, and to her, that he was over her enough to deny life’s greatest pleasure.
But he wasn’t over her, and he certainly couldn’t come up with one good reason what walking away would prove. Sure, he’d get some gratification knowing he’d spurred her as she’d done him—but he’d never been a spiteful person. He certainly had no desire, even in the darkest places of his heart, to hurt Hope. He had a feeling if he followed through, he’d be the only one who’d be burned.
And he was willing to face the devil to touch her one more time.
To feel her body next to his, against his.
What they’d shared earlier wasn’t enough and had only left him deeper in insanity’s grip.
Putting all thought and concern to the back of his mind, he stepped across the room toward the bed and the beauty that beckoned him like a treasure.
When he reached the edge of the mattress, she lifted up on knees, her breasts firm and her nipples were as hard and red as cherries.
“My God, Hope.” His voice vibrated his chest. 

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Friday, October 17, 2014

Second Hope Cowboy--Excerpt!

Who loves a cowboy? What makes a cowboy even better is when he has a heart of gold. Fall in love with one of my Second Chance Cowboys today!

Pushing aside his irritation, he examined the best route to the bottom of the hill. He realized there wasn’t one easy way down.
Taking the hillside sideways, his boots sank into the grass but held their own as he slowly made his way to the bottom.
Five feet.
Three feet.
And he was almost there without falling on his ass—Then it happened. His left boot slid, he flailed his arms to gain his balance, but then the other foot gave way and down he went onto his backside. His jaw clanked as he hit the dirt. “Shit!”

“Oops…now it looks like we both need a shower,” Hope said through laughter.

“I’m glad you find this funny.” He shook his head. He slowly came to a standing position, balancing his legs in the mud. “I think you just wanted to see me dirty.”

She was still laughing.“Want your hat back now?” she said.

“Well I did come all the way down here for it, didn’t I?”Keeping the hat above the mud, she pushed herself to her knees, moving upward like a baby taking its first steps.Tucker clamped his fingers around her elbow, helping her. When she was standing ankle deep in mud, he let go and she fell against his chest, her arms naturally came around his waist, holding on.

He looked down into her beautiful eyes. Tension spiraled through him, excitement traveling across his nerve endings, straight to the one part of him that had been hard since she came back into his breathing space. He couldn’t get wrapped up in her beauty or her seduction again. The woman he’d known and loved wouldn’t have walked away from their marriage. She especially wouldn’t have settled for some high maintenance doc.

She didn’t release her hold on him—and he didn’t move away. They stood there, staring at each other. He should move all right—straight back up the hill and far away from her.

But what happened next blurred the barrier between right and wrong. She palmed his cheek, sweeping her thumb along the line of his jaw. Her shoulders slumped and her bottom lip trembled.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that, sweetheart.” His throat ached with each word.

“Like how?” Her tongue came out and brushed across her bottom lip. The tip of his cock tingled and his balls tightened. The woman had power—he had to admit it.

“Like you want me to kiss you.”

“That’s not what I’m thinking.” One corner of her mouth slipped into mischief.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ve lost my ability to read you.”

“I’m thinking that I want to kiss you. Any argument?”

Damn, yes, lots, but he couldn’t find his voice.

She lifted higher and brought her lips to his. The kiss was warm and nice, but she’d made the move that unleashed all of his guard and resistance.Bringing his muddy hands up, he entwined his hands through her hair and tugged her against his chest.

“Come on, sweetheart. Is that all you got?”“I haven’t even started.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and their mouths met in a frenzied need—tongues battling, tasting, exploring.

He couldn’t get enough.Burying his hand under her shirt, he slipped his fingers under her bra and claimed one breast, rolling the puffy, thick nipple under his palm. She arched against him, her head dropped to the side and her hair spread like a satin waterfall.
He lifted his mouth, only slightly, so he could look down at her.

“If we don’t stop, this is going to go all the way.”

“Don’t stop, Tuck. Please.” Her breathless cry did him in.Pressing his mouth against hers again, he licked her insides as he quickly undid the belt buckle and zipper of his jeans.

He wanted to take things slow, but it wasn’t possible.

And by the way she grasped at his clothes, his chest, scraping her fingernails over exposed skin, she needed it to go real quick too.

But they couldn’t do anything in the mud.Lifting her into his arms, he carefully carried her a few feet away to a patch of grass in the sun. He set her on her feet, but she still clutched his shirt in her fists.  

Moving his fingers to her waist, he realized she was trembling. He was shaking too. It’d been a long time since he’d felt like school boy on his first date.Her shorts were easily lowered, falling to her ankles, revealing a slip of red panties. His mouth salivated and his cock twitched, aching for freedom. He pushed his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh. Her gaze dropped to his length and a sweet smile curved her shell pink lips. That was almost his undoing.No words of request were needed. She turned with her back to him, bending slightly, bringing her bottom high in a welcome to sample.

He wasted no time, wanting to steal the moment before it slipped through his fingers.Grasping his shaft with his clean hand, he swirled his head around her creamy slit, and in one thrust, he buried himself into her tight pussy. Entombing himself in her coiled muscle, she took all of him, but he stilled, needing a moment to adjust as her tight sheath wrapped around him.

When he was in control, he moved inside of her, pushing into her moist center, staring at the place where their bodies united and his dark skin slicked with her juices. He wanted to taste her…but that would come…he’d make sure of it.

“What was that?”Her question barely broke through his focus.“Tucker?” Her body went still and her breaths calmed, her shoulders lifted.

“What?”

“Listen,” she whispered.He froze and his gut clenched. Did he hear the rattle of an engine in the distance? No one would come up the drive unless they were visiting him. He wasn’t expecting anyone…oh shit!
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Thursday, September 25, 2014



☆☆☆☆ Author Spotlight & #Giveaway ☆☆☆☆

☆☆☆☆ Rhonda Lee Carver☆☆☆☆
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At an early age, Rhonda fell in love with romance novels, knowing one day she’d write her own love story. Life took a short detour, but when the story ideas would no longer be contained, she decided to dive in and write. Her first rough draft was on a dirty napkin she found buried in her car. Eventually, she ran out of napkins. With baby on one hip and laptop on the other, she made a dream into reality—one word at a time.

Her specialty is men who love to get their hands dirty and women who are smart, strong and flawed. She loves writing about the everyday hero.

When Rhonda isn't crafting sizzling manuscripts, you will find her busy editing novels, blogging, juggling kids and animals (too many to name), dreaming of a beach house and keeping romance alive.


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We did a quick Q&A session with Rhonda, and here is what we learned:

What are you working on now?

I’m working on book 7 of my Second Chance Series, Second Hope Cowboy. This is Tucker’s Story and how he’ll find peace with his past—and maybe find love again with a woman he thought was lost forever.

What flavor is your writing style?

I enjoy writing badass men who have many flaws, and heroines who have been broken in one way or another. I also like stories of second chances, couples reuniting after traumatic events have torn them apart.

Do you ever experience writer's block?

On a daily basis.

Usually I can walk away from the story for a bit and when I come back, the block has been eradicated and I’m back to business. I've learned to allow my characters to take the lead. I might have an idea of what I want to do in the story, where I’m heading, but if something feels right, I just go with the flow. It’s a helluva ride at times, wondering where my characters and I are going to end up.

Do you write an outline before every book you write?

The first outline I've ever written was on a dirty napkin I found buried in my car while I was in the parking lot at Walmart. An idea came to mind and I had to write it down. This idea grew into a story and soon after was my first contracted book. That was the first outline and the last. I have an idea in my head and scene ideas stored in a file in my mind, but I jump right in, and sometimes it turns out nothing like I’d planned. That’s the fun of it all!

Have you ever disliked something you wrote?

I think all writers hate what we write. Good things readers feel differently, otherwise, there would be no books.

But yes, I like the idea of the story much better than the ending product. Probably more because I've spent so much time enveloped in the story that it’s hard to see it in any way but judgmentally. However, if I walk away from a project for a week and then come back, I have a new love that has grown from absence. For instance, when I was finished with my first book in the Second Chance Series, Second Chance Cowboy, I shook my head, feeling like I hadn't created the masterpiece that I’d wanted. I imagine we all feel that way a time or two. When I got rights back for this book, I read it and loved it—my own piece of work was awesome. Time heals all, I assume. I did some tweaking and self-published it. So glad that I did!

Was writing always the first thing you wanted to do in life?

I knew at 13 what I wanted to do with my life—write. Unfortunately, dreams take some time to mold into reality. Thank goodness I didn't give up. I love my career. Wouldn't change a thing.

While you were writing, did you ever feel as if you were one of the characters?

At times, I find that one of my characters is feeling a way that I have, or experiencing an emotion that I have. Characters are pieces of our past and present, molded to create a future in words. I believe all writers use experiences as the foundation of books…but in our world we get to recreate stories, change them, and even give that evil person what they deserve.

What inspired you to write your first book?

Love. Simply love. What better emotion is there?

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

Yes! Especially when I’m writing a series. I get into the next book and think, “Dang, I sure wish I gave him this character quality.” “Oh, shoot, I wish I would have known this about my character way before now.”


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Under Pressure
Rhinestone Cowgirls, #1
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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

NEW COWBOY!!! UNDER PRESSURE!!!

SPARK’S NOSE ITCHED. But he couldn’t move his hands to scratch.

Forcing one eye to a slit, he wasn’t in his room, but still in the motel. Damn. He’d fallen asleep.
Opening both eyes, he blinked the fuzziness away and lifted his head. His arms were stretched high above his head and his wrists ached. He darted a glimpse above him.
 He was tied to the headboard. Acid gurgled in his stomach. “What the hell!” He gave his hands a jerk, but the rope held them tight. “Fuck!”
Jerking a glance around the room…there she was…sitting in the chair, her legs crossed and a look of satisfaction covering her pretty features.
“What the fuck is this?” Now he understood why Ms. Stone had been throwing herself at him. “Talk to me!” he demanded.
A sticky, tingly sensation brought his gaze lower and on his legs. He squinted. Both legs were covered with some sort of pink, glossy paper.  “And what in God’s creation are those?”
She got up, stood at the end of the bed, a smirk curving her lips. “Wax strips.”
“Get them off me and let me the hell out of this bed!” he snarled
“Are you sure you want me to help you with the strips?” One thin brow curved maliciously.
“Hell yeah!”
She reached down, grabbed the corner of one strip and pulled.
“Ow!” he squealed as a fire like none other raced through his leg. Clenching his teeth, he looked at her through narrowed gaze. “What the hell was that for?’
“You did ask me to help you. So I did.”
“I’m talking about all of this—the rope, the shit on my legs.” He forced a breath through tight lips.
Smugly, she crossed her arms. “This is a lesson earned.”
He popped up a brow. “A lesson? For what?” Bringing his gaze back to his rope twined wrists, he visually examined the headboard. The cord was wrapped around his wrists, fashioned through the five-inch gap into the wooden detail, then pulled back through and tied in a knot. From what he could see, and with another tug, it wasn’t a bad knot.
“I’m sorry, but I have plans so I must hurry. I won’t spend much time with my explanation. You played my sister. Therefore, I’m showing you what it’s like to be played.”
He perused his brain, trying to find a clue as to what she was referring too. He came up blank. This had to be a joke! “Lady, the only one of us who is a player and a manipulator is you.” Seeing a flicker of confusion, he chuckled. “Yes, that’s right, Jewels Stone.”
One brow snapped up and her hands clenched into fists. “So…so, you knew who I was all along?” Her lips thinned. Good thing she didn’t have a weapon, otherwise he’d be dead, he was certain.
“What? You don’t like being caught at your sordid game? Pot. Kettle. Black.” He gave his arms a jerk and the bed creaked.
She darted her glance to his bound wrists, but only a mere flash. “Don’t talk or I’ll have to get the tape and cover your mouth.”
Anger sliced through his gut. Damn, woman! He didn’t doubt for a minute that she’d do as she threatened.
With a cold glance in his direction, she bent and grabbed something. His jeans! She dipped her hand into the back pocket and withdrew his cell. Now what was she doing?
“Be thankful that I’m not cruel, otherwise I’d leave you tied up here until the cleaning lady came, and considering I rented this room for two days, that’d be a long time to stay bound to the bed. Imagine the laugh the employees here would have.”
“Letting me go would be the best decision you’ve made, before things got out of hand.”
“Are you threatening me?” She shook her head. “Tsk, Tsk.”
“You have a warped mind, don’t you?” Pulling himself up, he heard the wood crack and the springs pop. It wouldn’t take much pressure for him to break the bed, but he’d have no way of getting the rope undone. Apparently, she was thinking the same thing because her eyes widened.
“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” She came to stand beside the bed. “Who would you like to call to ask for help?”
“9-1-1,” he grumbled.

“And imagine the story you’d tell. You were sleeping so hard that a woman tied you to the bed and placed hot wax strips on your legs. That’d be another group finding the humor in this scenario. So, would you like to change your contact person?”