Tuesday, September 30, 2025

Pumpkin? Yes or never?

October is coming!
There are so many things I love about fall season. But there's one thing I'm not crazy about. Pumpkin spice coffe. I. Just. Can't.
I love pumpkin.  Pumpkin pasta. Pumpkin pie. Pumpkin roll. Pumpkin seeds. Pumpkin scented candles. Should I stop now? But when it comes to pumpkin spice coffee "no, thanks you". I'd rather have butter cookie flavored coffee or a mocha flavored coffee.
Last year I went to a festival celebrating fall and everything was pumpkin. I found a booth that was serving pumpkin glazed donuts and all I can say is "YUM".  
Do you have any traditions for the season? I'd love to hear...


The Fractured Texas Ranger

Start the season right. Grab my newest book (pre-order), a blanket, and a comfy place to settle your booty and read what makes The Fractured Texas Ranger (book 2) deliciously right for fall season.

💛Suspenseful

💛Sexy, alpha hero

💛quiet, introverted heroine who must endure

💛steamy open-door sex

💛conflict

💛happily-ever-after with a satisfying ending


Read an unedited excerpt:


Stepping into the shadows of the entryway, picking the lock to Davani’s offices was a piece of cake. The security cameras and alarm were turned off.

After spending so much time watching, Hawkeye knew the layout of the office space. Although, breaking in could be considered breaking the orders, Hawkeye couldn’t pass up the opportunity of an open safe door. He hoped he’d find something that could end the surveillance.

He felt confident that he could get in and out without Davani being the wiser.

Hawkeye made his way quietly through the front office and into the back room. He dropped his bag to the floor, fished out a headlamp and situated it onto his head. At the safe, he thumbed through the stack of files but found nothing of use.

On the second shelf he found porn videos of women who were barely eighteen. He knew this because the title of the series was Barely Eighteen.

Sick fuck.

Passing on the videos, Hawkeye came to a thick envelope marked, “Margo”.

During his research on Davani Hawkeye hadn’t come across anyone of interest named Margo.

Lifting the flap, he pulled out the contents—a stack of pictures taken of a slender brunette. In some she wore sexy lingerie and a few she was completely nude. Her long, raven hair cascaded over the pillow like a curtain and she appeared to be sleeping peacefully, unaware that she was being photographed. The vulnerability in the photos made Hawkeye sick.

Davani was a bigger asshole than Hawkeye first thought. A dirty asshole.

Hawkeye slipped the pictures inside the envelope and started to put it back into the safe but stopped. For protocol’s sake he knew he shouldn’t take them. It was too risky to take anything. However, the right thing to do was take the photos and destroy them. That was the least he could do to save the woman some dignity. If Davani was arrested the pictures would end up in some evidence locker after being passed around.



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Saturday, September 20, 2025

What's the most erogenous zone?18+ ONLY! Rhonda Lee Carver

 What is the most erogenous zone of the body?

Well, from research, there isn't just one. It depends on who you are, and context. Outside of the obvious body parts, genitals, breasts, nipples, neck, ears, lips, and the back of the knees. For some, caressing these places can be just as stimulating as the more traditional places. 

Head and neck: Did you know that the area above the neck is a rich zone of sensitive nerve endings?

Breasts and nipples: Both men and women say these are a sensitive zone (but for some, they don't feel anything in those areas).

Inner arms: Caressing this area can be both relaxing and sensual.

Back of knees: A cluster of nerves that can elicit arousal when stimulated with the right touch.

Belly button: Can generate a strong reaction.

Feet: Yes, folks. Feet. The bottoms of the feet have been known for centuries to bring pleasure when massaged.

So, have fun exploring these places...  



Love cowboys with big guns? Pre-Order Book 2. Book 1 is FREE in KU.

This beauty is no cowgirl, but she’s about to rope in a Texas Ranger.

Margo Winnfield lives a comfortable life as a romance author, but things are about to get bad—very bad. Her ex-boyfriend is fatally shot in front of her, and the cowboy who comes to her rescue is about as irritating as a bed of nails. From the moment he walks into her life and gives her the shirt off his back—literally—she has no choice but to trust that he can keep her safe. But from who? From her viewpoint, he’s about as dangerous as the men who killed her ex and want her dead too. This could be a story right out of one of her novels, but this was real life, and she was out of her comfort zone.
The last thing Dean “Hawkeye” Hawk needs is to babysit some princess writer but finding out who orchestrated the ambush on the Texas Heat Recon unit is top priority—and the lady has valuable information. He’ll need to earn her trust—and work on his charm—if he wants to find out everything she knows.
Back on Creed’s Creek Ranch, Margo is bound and determined to prove to Hawkeye that she can pull calves, feed livestock, and handle backbreaking chores. And, the words flow like water. This could be the best book she’s ever written, and it’s a love story. The rough and cocky cowboy isn’t about all work and no horseplay. The nights are heating up, and it isn’t just the danger lurking in the small town.
Hawkeye is full of mystery, and he has secrets. Can he share with her that he’s a Texas Ranger? He might want to earn her trust, but can he trust her?






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Friday, September 19, 2025

Unedited Excerpt! 18+ ONLY! by Rhonda Lee Carver

 

This beauty is no cowgirl, but she’s about to rope in a Texas Ranger.


Margo Winnfield lives a comfortable life as a romance author, but things are about to get bad—very bad. Her ex-boyfriend is fatally shot in front of her, and the cowboy who comes to her rescue is about as irritating as a bed of nails. From the moment he walks into her life and gives her the shirt off his back—literally—she has no choice but to trust that he can keep her safe. But from who? From her viewpoint, he’s about as dangerous as the men who killed her ex and want her dead too. This could be a story right out of one of her novels, but this was real life, and she was out of her comfort zone.

The last thing Dean “Hawkeye” Hawk needs is to babysit some princess writer but finding out who orchestrated the ambush on the Texas Heat Recon unit is top priority—and the lady has valuable information. He’ll need to earn her trust—and work on his charm—if he wants to find out everything she knows.

Back on Creed’s Creek Ranch, Margo is bound and determined to prove to Hawkeye that she can pull calves, feed livestock, and handle backbreaking chores. And, the words flow like water. This could be the best book she’s ever written, and it’s a love story. The rough and cocky cowboy isn’t about all work and no horseplay. The nights are heating up, and it isn’t just the danger lurking in the small town.

Hawkeye is full of mystery, and he has secrets. Can he share with her that he’s a Texas Ranger? He might want to earn her trust, but can he trust her?



UNEDITED EXCERPT

Leo liked to be spanked.
Margo Winnfield tried—she’d given it her best. She’d spanked his rock-hard, five-times-a-week-gym ass with fake enthusiasm just to please him. In the end, nothing pleased him. He was still a narcissist who’d left her seven times until she’d grown thick skin and detached herself from him.
The last time he’d broken things off with her because they wanted different things in their lives. He no longer wanted to be in a committed relationship.
He still wanted to be spanked, of course.
“I’m glad you’re finally away from him.”
Margo handed over the bottle of beer to her brother and met his gaze for a fleeting second. She knew how much Travis hated Leo. They’d come to near blows twice over the last year. “I know you hate him.”
“He cheated on you, sis. Outside of every other negative thing he did to you that should have been the last straw.”
“Trav, you’r speaking tpo me as if I still need convincing. I left him. Leo and I are done. I don’t need you, or anyone, trying to talk me away. I am away—happily away.” She took a long drag from her bottle.
“Fine. Sorry. I’ll let it rest.”
She laid her hand on his across the counter. “I understand you want to protect me. You’ve always been a good brother, but I’ve got this. How about some dinner? I have Chinese leftovers.”
“Sure.” His smile had returned but didn’t quite reach his eyes.
She busied herself heating the leftovers as she and Travis chatted about his new relationship with a yoga teacher. The ringing of her phone interrupted.
“Who is that, Trav?” she asked as she set a plate of food into the microwave and hit power.
He didn’t answer.
She swiveled. She caught a glance of him as he the front door behind him.
What the hell had come over him?
Her cell dinged.
She’d missed a call from Leo and she had one unread message from him.
Now she knew why Travis had disappeared without saying a word.
Reading the message, she had to read it twice…
 
I know you said you never wanted to see me again but I need to see you. It’s urgent. You’ll understand when I speak to you. Meet me at our usual place at six.
 
Her stomach rolled. She assumed they were back to that “hot-cold-cycle”. Every few weeks he’d had a change in mood and it’d been like clockwork over the last six months. Like a faucet being switched with no concern for her feelings. From love bombing and faking-future tactics to suddenly wanting his freedom. At thirty-eight he should be less…well, immature. He’d always placed his own needs in front of hers, and couldn’t keep his pants zipped.
Another message was sent.
 
Please, Margo. Meet me and you’ll never hear from me ever again. I promise.




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