Coming out of the Closet

Hi there folks. I've dragged myself out of the closet. You see, I've been in the closet for a while now. For almost an hour. Looking at my clothes.

Uhh...what were y'all thinking? Nope...wrong mind path you silly ones.

Here's my dilemma. What should I wear for New Year's Eve? I don't know about you, but I enjoy getting all dressed up. With that said, as I filter through my closet I realize, with a red face, that I have a huge issue of buying but never wearing. My clothes are divided into three sections (not literally, but so it seems). On the left I have all of the "everyday" clothes. In the middle I have the dressier clothes. And then there's the section to the right. It's not a large space, but it's what I like to call "I want to be sexy" space. Here I have my stash that shows off a good amount of leg or a good amount of chest (within reason). And hanging off most of these items is a price tag. Yup, that shows you how my social life is. I might like the bling of dressing up, but I'm a jeans and heeled boot sort of girl.

So, with dilemma still on the table, what shall I wear? I feel the urge tempting me toward my other closet, the one with all of the comfort clothes. All of my jeans are located here. My sweats too. Oh, yeah, I like sweats. I especially like yoga pants. I have about ten pairs, not nearly enough. My favorites are black with a splash of spandex. They fit like a hug from someone I love. Ahhh...

Okay, back on track!

I'm heading back in...

 

Size Matters...

As a man, have you ever felt inferior in size? Wishing you could grow a few more inches? Do you ever wonder if you can satisfy?

The real question is, do women think size matters? After all, it's your partner you're wanting to satisfy.

This is a question that can't be answered with a simple yes or no. As a woman, I can tell you that it's not just about the length or girth of the pole. It's how you handle the pole that matters most. Please take heed, don't let your size control how much of a man you are.

Here's a tidbit of information which I'm sure you already know. Women obsess about the size of their breasts (at least most women). We wonder if we are too small. Too saggy. Too this and too that. We've gotten this insecurity honestly. With all of the nice perky double D's on all of the magazine covers, what can be expected? When was the last time a woman with a large set of girls walked by and every man within a 100 ft radius didn't stop and stare? Okay...get my point? For men, at least their size isn't out for every one's view.

Let me ask. If you fell in love with someone but her breasts are not much bigger than mosquito bites would you change your mind? As a woman, if your man has a smaller package, would it be a relationship deal breaker? I'm going to guess the answer is no. It's like shopping at the jewelry store. The bigger diamond isn't always the best choice. It comes down to the clarity and the cut.

All breasts, regardless of size, do what they're intended to do. Same for the package. We dress up our size with sexy bras, added cups, bras with under wire...and so forth. And men, well, you need to learn to accentuate what you have. Work it with self-confidence.

To put your mind at ease, exactly what is the average size package? It's probably smaller than you think. 5 to 6 inches is considered average. Almost everything in life is simply that, AVERAGE. If you're a bit smaller, it's not the end of the world. If you're bigger, well, I guess you have bragging rights.

Take this into consideration...could a man and woman who are of equal sizes (package and vajay-jay) be the real deciding factor here? Women vary in sizes too. A woman who is smaller in "size" may get wide eyed and excited at seeing a larger member, but when it comes down to it may "feel better" with a man who is smaller. Just a thought...

Remember the old saying, "Better things come in smaller packages..." This rings true in certain situations.







 

Questions to die for

Get to know your lover better by asking these questions:

1. If you were to lose your ability to speak, what’s the one thing you would want to tell me?

2. Where would your eyes wander to first if I got naked?

3. When was the first time you got a whiff of my body odor?

4. Do you think size matters?

5. If you had only a week left to live, what would you want to do?

6. What's your routine every morning? Every night?

7. If you could only have sex through texting or phone, which would you prefer?

These are sure to break the ice.

Blue Balls aren't just for the Christmas Tree

When I decided one of my secondary characters would blurt out, "I have blue balls," I thought it might be a good time to first explore what that slang term means. I've heard it used many times. And I've ran the race a few times...enough that I understand what it pertains to. However, I guess I wondered if it's real for men or not.

So, here's what I found out:

When a guy gets aroused and holds his erection for a considerable amount of time, without release, his testicles can start to hurt or "blue balls." Does his testicles turn blue? No. Do they swell? Nope. Is there a risk of bursting? Nope on that angle also.

Actually, most men never experience this situation. If you think it's blue balls, it could actually be a strained member when it's been "erected" numerous times in a short (no pun intended) period of time. Yet, I'm a lady so this is just what I've learned from researching the subject.

To help you men folk out, here are some facts you my want to know:

1. The more aroused you are, the stiffer the pistol, if you get my drift. This could cause a small amount of discomfort if you lift the member up.

2. Imagine taking a sac of apples and banging it against something semi-hard for a period of time. You're gonna get bruised fruit.

3. Ride your cowboy like there's no tomorrow and you may just break the saddle. Really.

4. You know those toys with the balls hanging on a string? You know how you spin them around and sometimes the string twist around, drawing the balls tighter? This may be a dramatic visual, but it can happen in the southern region and cutting off oxygen. This is serious.

From a woman's POV, this is neither here nor there. I do believe my poor male character may not want blue balls.

Have a Merry Christmas and Spanking New Year

If you're anything like me, you love Christmas but hate the stressful days prior. I should have started shopping back when the first Christmas decorations made their appearance in the stores. I'm done though, with little time to spare, but I am. So, to brighten up my day, and hopefully yours if you're feeling the demons of stress weighing heavily, I wanna throw out some fun and sexy ideas for you and your partner.

1. Grope your man as your walking pass. Pretend innocence. Another chance? Grab again. Do this until he can't keep his hands off you.

2. Play music and grind to the beat. Pick tunes you're in the mood for. Slow and steady or fast and upbeat. Or, try a combination of both.

3. Strategically place a full length mirror in the bedroom. I bet you can't keep your gaze from the reflection.

4. Spanking and nibbling...if you're not creeped out with BDSM.

5. Drink just enough alcohol that you're feeling good (not wasted) and have sex. Alcohol can reduce our inhibitions and raise the fun factor. You shouldn't have to "drink" each and every time, but for a treat, try it out...

6. Make a sex video. Watch it, and my suggestion, delete it.

Remember, everyone's desires are different. Adding flair to lovemaking can improve a relationship that is heading for boring. Sometimes we just have to improvise.

For dearest Mommy...Dysfunctional Works

Christmas time reminds me of just how dysfunctional I am...and also how this works for me.

I've gotten used to multi-tasking. Now I didn't say I'm good at it, I only said I've gotten used to it. For instance, at this very moment I'm writing this blog, texting a friend and helping my wee one with a Christmas project. I hope she doesn't point out the fact that the reindeer's nose is crooked and he looks a bit drunk with a cross-eyed stare. My texting capabilities are pretty awesome. So what if every other word is misspelled. I can spell...really, I can. Everyone gets the drift anyway. Time has become a precious element. I've learned to not waste a minute. Oops...the fire is going out. Excuse me while I pause and stoke the flames.

Okay...so as I was saying, why I find myself so dysfunctional this time of year. I'm thinking this time of year should be filled with holiday cheer, spiked egg nog and relaxing by the fireplace watching a good Christmas movie. No, I haven't been tossing back egg nog. It was only a suggestion of what I'd like to see happen around this jolly ol' good time. Instead, I'm running with kids back and forth from Holiday party to Birthday party to sports functions and to friends'. By the way, I've missed half my wee one's school functions. Of course I feel rotten. At the last minute I remembered I was supposed to send in items for stocking stuffers. At nine pm I was scavenging through my hideaway supplies and found twenty kid toothbrushes and samples of toothpaste. No need to tell me what I already know. What kid wants clean teeth?

You know how our parents always told us to wear clean underwear because you never know there could be an emergency. Well, I tested this theory, but not with underwear. My middle child played soccer a few weeks and became ill. She ended up in the emergency room. Sitting in the hospital room she asked if she could take her shoes off. I kindly helped her out by pulling off the first shoe and my jaw hit my chest. What were holes could no longer be called holes because that gives the suggestion that there was material left. I'd call what I saw "threads." There were about two strings connecting what once were socks. Red-faced, I'm sure, I  realized I was supposed to buy her soccer socks at the beginning of the season. I'd forgotten. I asked, "Why didn't you remind me?" She said, "I did. Twice." Oops...

When we leave the house we always put our dog into the bedroom and close the door to keep him out of things he can't resist eating. I can count on one hand how many times I've forgotten him. Yeah, I do mean "forgotten." I'll be doing something, about two to three hours after arriving home, and I'll think I've missed something...oh sheetz...the dog. The poor baby. He's gotten used to mommy's bad behavior. I'll open the door and he'll just stare up at me with those sad brown eyes, like he's asking, "What the hell?"

Christmas is almost here. Let me surprise you...I'm not done shopping. Not surprised? Me either. I'm making a promise to myself that I'm going to start shopping in January. It should be my New Year's resolution.

Sexy Christmas Gift

Let me ask, is anyone as late as I am in shopping for Christmas? I still have a long list of people to buy for and the days are counting down...fast. I also have a very tough time buying for certain people. My wee one, well, she's easy. Dolls and dolls and more dolls. My other two kids are right at the age where if it doesn't have anything to do with technology then it just won't work. And for the extended family...man, just call me cooked. I'm at a loss.

So, if you're like me, how about I offer you a few suggestions? After all, who doesn't like a good book?

If you know someone who likes a steamy romance laced with spook, then here's your picks:

Can a past love become their future?

The Thorntons’ mansion is full of timeless secrets waiting to be unraveled. When small-town journalist Ivy and ghost hunter Max are stuck in the forgotten, dilapidated house, they find more than just a haunting. Ivy finds herself dreaming of the former owners, Marcus Thornton and his lovely wife, Elizabeth. Their profound love was once the talk of the town, and the cause their mysterious, untimely deaths never found. When Ivy’s dreams begin to become reality, the mystery starts to unravel and sheds truth on more than just the past.

WARNING: Graphic language, naughty ghosts, a non-committal male, and a love that endures beyond time and death.

Publication Date: May 21, 2012  - Word Count: 85,000 – E-Pub Page Count: 234

Available at:  Amazon Kindle – B&N Nook - I-Tunes – ARe – Lyrical Store

OR:

One hundred years ago, a little girl died mysteriously. Twenty years ago, another followed. Today, Fall Winters has to find out why.

The last person Jake Castle expects to see again is Fall Winters. Twenty years ago, they were been best friends, until her father killed his sister. He left her and his sleepy hometown–and all the memories in it. He didn’t want a stroll down memory lane, especially with her.

Fall has never believed her father was guilty. He was responsible for a lot of things, but not kidnapping and killing a teenage girl. Now, Fall’s own sister is missing under similar circumstances. It looks like she was right. She must find her sister alive and prove the connection between the cases, not to mention her father’s innocence. Fall turns to the only person she can trust–Jake.

Jake agrees to help Fall on one condition: They never step foot in the ramshackle haunted house that almost left Fall dead when she was ten. Jake wants to believe the ghost they saw that night was a figment of his imagination. But as they delve further into the mystery surrounding the kidnappings, Jake begins to realize there is a connection to the house, and a stronger one with Fall. He knows it’s time to face his fears–and the feelings inside his heart that lead him straight to Fall.

Publication Date: September 19, 2011  - Word Count: 45,000 – E-Pub Page Count: 133

Available at:  Amazon Kindle – B&N Nook - I-Tunes – ARe – Lyrical Store

If you know a book fan who likes cowboys, then you can't go wrong with this:

A tumble down the stairs lands Carly back in the arms of her ex-husband.

After the loss of a child tears her marriage apart, Carly vows she’ll never speak to her soon-to-be ex-husband Chance again. On the eve of their divorce, however, Carly takes a stroll down memory lane and calls Chance.A passionate one night stand between the two is shattered by cruel light of morning. With reality having set back in, Carly admits to Chance she made a mistake, forcing him to come to grips that there is no hope left for their marriage.

Fate has other plans for them. Carly’s fall down some stairs leaves her with amnesia…but that’s only the start of it.

Can deception bring a second chance at love or will it forever destroy an already broken marriage?

Publication Date: November 08, 2010  - Length: Short Novel

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Available At: Amazon Kindle – B&N Nook - I-Tunes – Lyrical Store

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If you know someone who likes a gentle romance with a setting on a farm, here you go:

Five years ago, Dee Crawford’s engagement to Jacob Delaney ended in death.

Jacob’s secrets followed him to his grave–and chased Dee from Delaney’s Farm, and from his brother Abe’s forbidden embrace. Yet when her own secrets send her back to Ohio and right into Abe Delaney’s arms, old guilt comes to light, old passions reignite, and Jacob’s secrets return to haunt them with more than just his memory. Someone in town wants Dee gone, and will do anything to stop her from uncovering the truth about her fiance’s death. If Dee is to survive, she must expose Jacob’s long-buried secrets…and expose her heart to Abe. Only by admitting their love can they ease the guilt that has plagued them for years. But will love be enough to save Dee when the next death on Delaney’s Farm may be her own?

Publication Date: June 20, 2011  - Length: Novel

Available at:  Amazon Kindle – B&N Nook - I-Tunes – ARe – Lyrical Store

And...how about the person who loves bad ass, military heroes? You don't want to miss this one:

oe has a problem and his name is Lieutenant Jagmeyer.

Zoe Carmichael has one true love—work. But a satisfying career doesn’t sate her desire for steamy Lieutenant Jagmeyer, a career military firefighter. He’s as anti-relationship as she is, if not more. She sees in him the perfect opportunity for companionship without commitment.Things, however, don’t always work out as one plans.When Jag becomes Zoe’s protector after a death threat against her life, unbridled passion pulls at them both. Can Zoe resist falling for Jag who wears his hardcore badge for everyone to see? Will Jag risk losing everything he’s worked for?

WARNING: Explicit sex, graphic language.

Publication Date: August 16, 2010  - Length: Short Novel

Available at:  Amazon Kindle – B&N Nook - I-Tunes – ARe – Lyrical Store

Whatever you choose, your reader won't be disappointed.

Christmas Nookie

Yes, you read right. "Christmas Nookie." The greatest gift of all is love and each day we have the opportunity to show the one we love how much quality they bring into our life. The Holiday's are a time known for "giving." They also are a time when many people are like walking time bombs with the moment of explosion nearing. Why allow shopping, traffic, or Grinches who stole Christmas to steal our thunder? The greatest stress reliever is right at your fingertips...snuggling with your partner. I'm visualizing all of the sighs and *head to desk* that I'm getting. Some of you may even be heading for the x at the top of the screen. Stop! Give me a chance.

Who can deny that lovemaking is as important in a relationship as communication, trust and brushing your teeth and showering? For some, sex ranks as top priority, even above brushing. Why? besides the obvious, it feels good. It triggers all of the happy nerve endings in our body and sends a quick spurt of legal drug to the brain. Here are some tips to add a bit of "Christmas Spirit" to the bedroom and less stress everywhere else.

1. You deserve a few O's today. Yup, I'm talking the big O. One that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back into your head. Not only is id good for releasing pent up stress, but it also adds a glow to your skin--because we all hit the eggnog, candy, heavy foods and alcohol more this time of year.

2. Dress in red. The color goes hand in hand with the Holiday, but it also sends signals to the brain. It's the color of energy, passion and action. It exudes a strong masculine energy, drawing attention from men. It is the color of sexuality and promotes lust. So, go for red and see what happens.

3. Have a quick romp. I understand that most of us want the intimate hour-long lovemaking session with a large dose of cuddling afterward. However, when the restraints of time are like a damper on the libido, then make the most of what you got. Sneak off into the bathroom for a five-minute "break." Put a Christmas movie in for the kids and tiptoe to the laundry room. Start a load of laundry and "tumble" dry. What kid disturbs a parent in the laundry room? They steer clear of any room where they might be encouraged, or forced, to work.

4. Add in some extras. Sex is all about fun. Introduce your partner to your battery-operated "friends." Uhh...no friends of pleasure? Then use everyday items like honey, chocolate, caramel and whipped topping. Feel a little friskier? Try clothespins, just be sure they don't clamp too tightly. That could be extreme in a bad way. Smack him on the bottom and murmur something sweetly erotic in his ear.

5. Speak dirty. A lot of people believe dirty talk means screaming then bursting out in f-bombs and language your partner needs a thesaurus to understand . In fact,. some men are turned off by cursing. Murmuring how much you want him or how good he makes you feel is enough to get your point across.

Sexy panties must be comfy

It's almost Christmas time. We are all anxiously wondering what Santa will place under our tree. Many of my male friends ask me, "I'd like to buy my wife (partner) something sexy but I'm not sure what I should get her." This is very understandable and can be a dilemma for many men who'd rather not shop to begin with. Women like receiving lingerie. We like to to know what our partner finds appealing. So before you're shopping for satin and lace and ribbons and mesh...read this first because there are some rules that you'll want to adhere to.

First, panties and underwear are NOT the same. Underwear is a term I relate to functional. They're worn for sanitary reasons and to keep wedgies to a minimum. Sexy panties are all about femininity, self-expression and seduction. Believe it or not, a woman can slip on expensive satin and lace and it'll change her mood. It also has a huge influence on her partner's mood too. Did you realize that a woman's seductive power is focused on her lower half: hips, thighs and buttocks?

Forewarning...don't buy anything that reeks of slut. For instance, leather may turn you on, but not a choice for all women. Crotchless panties are "toys" NOT everyday wear. Vibrating crotch panties are a hit, but not when she has to wear them to the office and sit at her desk all day. If you MUST buy a pair of these, then you should also purchase panties that she can wear in more than one place (bedroom). Pair sexy panties with a matching bra for a seductive ensemble.

Thongs are a big hit and eliminate all panty lines. These are great for slacks or tight skirts.  Keep in mind that for some women thongs, g strings, tangas and high cuts are uncomfortable. If you're still unsure what floats her boat, take a peek inside her panty drawer. Ignore anything made of cotton and search out lace, satin or slinky. That should give you a clue what she likes.

Now here are some suggestions...

Does your partner prefer more panty entwined with sexy? Here are some great choices...

bikinis

boy shorts

Brazilian

briefs

control briefs

hipsters

 http://search2.victoriassecret.com/?q=boyshorts  http://www.herroom.com/briefs,panties,35,002,10.html

 BOYSHORT
                                                                                      BRIEF


Or, does she prefer less panty and more sex appeal? These are what you should target...

 

tangas

thongs

g-strings, t-strings, and v-strings

high cut Rios

http://www.herroom.com/briefs,panties,35,002,10.html    

TANGA

http://search2.victoriassecret.com/?q=thongs

THONGS

G STRING



 

12 Sexy Days of Christmas

I love the holidays. What better time to be grateful for the things we are blessed with. Life is all about enjoyment. Here are some Holiday-spirited ideas that can make the countdown to Christmas much sweeter.

On the first day...Hang the mistletoe everywhere. Borrow the old tradition and hang them in every door. Who doesn't love sweet kisses from their partner?

On the second day...Put on something sexy and invite him into the kitchen to help cook a meal. Wear only an apron. But if you like a little clothing, grab one of his white tees and put it on--sans panties. Imagine the peek-a-boo every time you bend to open the stove door. Before you know it, something else will be steaming.

On the third day...schedule a couple's massage. Relieve the stress of the holidays together. If you want a more intimate massage, do it yourself. Using an oil, spread it over his back and let your fingers work his muscles. He'll be ready to return the favor.

On the fourth day...buy a "toy" as a stocking stuffer. Better yet, buy a pair of panties with a built in vibrator. Hand him the remote control and tell him, "Open the package on Christmas morning." He'll be as anxious as a new pup by the time Christmas arrives. When the morning finally comes, wear the panties and tell him to switch it on to find the surprise.

On the fifth day...grab a Christmas quickie. The family is in the next room and you and your partner sneak away to the bathroom for a quick sprucing. The threat of being caught is a turn on for most couples.

On the sixth day...blow off some holiday steam with a wrestling match. Yup, you read correctly. Put some towels down, get naked, pour oil on each other and go at it. See who calls truce first.

On the seventh day...whisper your most secret fantasy in his ear. The holiday will have a whole new meaning.

On the eighth day...write out sexy coupons. After writing sexual favors on strips of paper, attach them to the candy canes on the Christmas tree. Have kids? Then hide them in places only he can find and make it a sexy treasure hunt.

On the ninth day...cozy up. Start a fire in the fireplace, pop the top to a bottle of wine and cuddle up to your fave person. Make it more special by telling him how much he means to you.

On the tenth day...go old-fashioned and write a letter. Yeah folks...a letter. You know...pen and paper? Texting is nice, but taking the time to write down a few words lets a woman know that she's worth the effort. Try it and see.

On the eleventh day...try the Cuban Plunge position. When she's on top, have her bring her legs over your shoulders and her knees should be to her chest. This position elongates her vagina and allows deeper penetration.

On the twelfth day... if you're already married have a private, two person ceremony. Marry each other all over again by stating your vows, or new ones that fit your relationship. What could be better than affirming your love on one of the most special days of the year?

 

When life throws you lemons...write a story.

I've been working on an erotic story, Sin with Cuffs. There was no planning prior to the first word, which is pretty much my standard of writing. On occasion I'll jot out an abstract of a plot on whatever material I have available when the thought strikes...pizza box, napkin, my hand. My characters write their own story, always have. From one chapter to the next, it's difficult to map out what's in store. I absolutely love it. Life is full of roller coasters of happiness, doubts, sadness, issues and I call my release "writing therapy." When I'm in a pissed off mood, I write intense. When I'm happy, my characters seem a bit more jovial also. A few chapters back I entwined an unexpected murder scene into the story line. Guess what kind of mood I was in at the time? I also absorb everything around me like a sponge. Words people say. Actions. Phrases. Eventually all of that absorption needs to be dumped and you know where it goes? Exactly...it's butter for the story. I realize some people wonder if they'll end up between the covers of one of my books. It's possible, but you'll never know for sure. I'd never give enough information away that anyone could pinpoint if they are the murder suspect, the victim, the bimbo, the tramp, the idiot, the psycho, the clever fixer-upper, the bestie...and so on. You get my drift.  

Today's book on spotlight is: Second Chance Cowboy. There are a few evil characters who possibly were inspired by real people. I'll never tell... Check it out :)
http://lyricalpress.com/?s=second+chance+cowboy

Second Chance Cowboy

by Rhonda Lee Carver

Digital Edition $0.99

ISBN: 9781616502058

A tumble down the stairs lands Carly back in the arms of her ex-husband.

After the loss of a child tears her marriage apart, Carly vows she’ll never speak to her soon-to-be ex-husband Chance again. On the eve of their divorce, however, Carly takes a stroll down memory lane and calls Chance.A passionate one night stand between the two is shattered by cruel light of morning. With reality having set back in, Carly admits to Chance she made a mistake, forcing him to come to grips that there is no hope left for their marriage.

Fate has other plans for them. Carly’s fall down some stairs leaves her with amnesia…but that’s only the start of it.

Can deception bring a second chance at love or will it forever destroy an already broken marriage?

Publication Date: November 08, 2010  - Length: Short Novel

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Available At: Amazon Kindle – B&N Nook - I-Tunes – Lyrical Store

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Second Chance Cowboy by Rhonda Lee Carver

Excerpt:

Copyright 2010, Rhonda Lee Carver

All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.

Carly squeezed her hands into fists. “My poor husband. How difficult it is for him to manage his inflated ego and keep his zipper closed.”

“We’re divorced, remember?” His voice reeked of sarcasm.

She groaned in irritation. Her pulse pounded in her ears like the beating of a drum. Her claws were showing.

Chance didn’t blink an eye as he gazed at her across the room. “Honey, I can keep my pants zipped just fine. Problem is, you can’t keep your fingers off my zipper.”

Carly’s palm itched to slap him. “We live in a small town, Chance. How do you think it’s possible we haven’t run into each other more than three times in the last two years?” She cocked her chin. “Let me fill you in. I’ve done everything in my power to keep from bumping into you. Do you realize how difficult it is to plan my schedule weeks in advance so I don’t have to see you? Is that a description of a woman who can’t keep her fingers off your zipper?”

“No, more like a woman who’s afraid she’ll forget what screwed up our marriage in the first place, realize she’s made a huge mistake and get her ass back home.”

“Humph, fat chance that’ll ever happen.” She fumbled with the sheet in irritation and gave her hair a toss over one shoulder.

Damn, he did have a point, although she’d never admit it to him.

“Yeah, right, Carly, because you can’t ever forgive and forget, can you? You think you’re the only one who has lost, don’t you?” His eyes became steely pools of green. His voice turned low and controlled. “I lost Devon, too. He was my son–our son. How long are you going to keep blaming me for his death?”

Carly swallowed the painful lump in her constricted throat. “I don’t blame you.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“We both know why I left.”

“We do?” His bitter laugh split the air with its razor-sharp intensity. “I know you want to hold on to the belief that I am the bad guy who drove you away, but isn’t it time you took half the responsibility for the failure of our marriage?” A trace of compassion softened his expression. He tugged on his shirt and finger-combed his hair.

“It wasn’t my fault you cheated.” Once she said it, she wanted to yank the words back. Too late, just like their relationship.

“You’re a broken record, sweetheart. It’s not worth denying the accusation any longer. Maybe eventually you’ll believe your words and feel justified in leaving. Devon died, Carly. He’s gone and we can’t change the truth. One of us needed to make the decision to let him go and I made it. I held out hope you’d eventually find a sliver of forgiveness in your cold heart. I guess I was wrong.”<

The old wound broke open and her lungs emptied of oxygen. She wanted to lash out at him, tell him to go to hell, but the words didn’t come. Instead, she whispered, “I’m going to the bathroom. When I get back I want you gone.”

“Carly, you’ve become an expert at sucking all the joy out of your life and pushing away anyone who reaches out to you. You’re living in a self-made prison, founded on guilt and pain, and there is no key to unlock the cell door.”

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Second Chance Cowboy by Rhonda Lee Carver Available for Sale

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Christmas Movie Addiction

My long weekend was spent in front of the Hallmark channel watching Christmas movies...

I don't know what it is, but I'm addicted to these sentimental, tear-jerkers. I don't even like commercialized TV. What's wrong with me? These shows are taking my attention away from sexy erotic characters and my word count, which is suffering at the moment, just to let you know. This has got to end ! After all, how many Santa's falling in love with elves, mistletoe and memory couples, gotta find true love before the holiday, and buy-my-date for Christmas then fall-in-love-with-my-bought date movies can I possibly watch before I tire? By the looks of the Hallmark line-up it could take a while. Ahhhh !!!

By the way, these movies are nothing like the books that I write...or are they? Take out the steamy lovemaking and they're pretty much the same. It's all about romance, right? As a writer of steamy romance though, I get to play dirty (in my books that is). Trust me, if anything can be considered "dirty" in my life it's the kitchen floor that requires constant mopping from little feet traffic. Okay, back to the subject...

I did sit down, and while keeping my eyes glued to the TV, I managed to write two thousand words. So, is that considered inspiration? Maybe... Who would have thought, eh? The wee one and I cuddled together and watched the Miracle on 34th Street. The classic. It was entertaining, to say the least. We get through about fifteen minutes and my wee one is saying, "I don't think I like this..." I simply explained to that it was a classic. Nuff said.

What are some of your fave Christmas stories? Please share.



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How do you say, "I Love You..."

1. Find a tradition with your lover. Why not make it a tradition to tell your loved one everyday something that you appreciate about him/her?

2. If possible, meet him/her at the door when they arrive home. Make it a special greeting with a kiss and and I love you...

3. In most households, we each have specific chores we do. How about surprising him/her by doing one of their chores?

4. We are an over-teched society. We spend way too much time sending texts instead of communicating. Spice it up a bit and write a sweet note for your honey. Leave it in a place they'll be sure to find it when they most need it.

5. Why not make it a tradition to have Sunday breakfast with one another? Whether it's pancakes or cold cereal, it's a time to reconnect.

6. Have a special kiss. Kiss three times. Blow kisses. Raspberry kisses. What's your pleasure?

Welcome the lovely and talented author--Cristal Rider

A Delicious Journey

Do you bake and do a lot of cooking at this time of year? I try to. This is one of the recipes I make around New Years. It’s fabulous and not so hard to make. The end result is worth it. Like lots of things in life, the journey can be challenging and make you want to give up at times. But, The once you arrive at the destination you’re usually happy to be there, but oddly, miss the journey as well. So remember to enjoy the journey too.

Writing can be like that. I find when I get close to the end of a story I tend to procrastinate. It wasn’t until a friend and author, Eden Bradley, said to me it happens to her too because she doesn’t want to say goodbye to her characters.

I never considered that possibility until she said it. Currently, I’m getting to know my two new characters, John Doe and Lacy Kincaid. I’m not going to say a whole lot about it since its in the works and things could change. All I will tell you is he is imposing, quiet, methodical and ruthless. She is petite, carefree... a flower child. He’s a bounty hunter and she has a secret.  Intrigue you? I’m dying to get at this story and fit it in with another very important one. I hope between now and the end of the year to have both complete. See my head spinning here? Well, trust me. It is :)

For now, I’ll leave you with a snippet from my upcoming release with Ellora’s Cave. Plus One. It’s coming out January 4, 2012 and is some pretty hot stuff. But first is the recipe for a yummylicious cake.

Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Oh, and tell me. Is there something special you’re hoping to find under the tree this year? Inquiring minds want to know. Ho Ho Ho!

Chocolate Turtle Cheesecake

2 cup vanilla wafer crumbs

6 T butter

*****

1  14-oz bag caramels

1   5-oz can evaporated milk

1  cup chopped pecans, toasted

2  8-oz cream cheese softened

½  cup sugar

1  t vanilla

2  eggs

½  cup semi-sweet chocolate pieces, melted

·        Combine crumbs and butter, press onto bottom and sides of 9 inch spring form pan. Bake at 350°for 10 minutes.

·        In 1 ½ quart heavy saucepan, melt caramels with milk over low heat stirring frequently until smooth.

·        Pour over crust and top with pecans.

·        Combine cream cheese, sugar and vanilla, mixing at medium speed on mixer until well blended.

·        Add eggs one at a time mixing well after each addition

·        Blend in chocolate to egg mixture

·        Pour over pecans

·         Bake at 350° for 40 minutes

·        Loosen from rim of pan and cool before removing rim of pan

·        Chill

·        Garnish with whipped cream and additional pecans and maraschino cherries if desired

Blurb – Plus One

A girls’ night out for a pole dance workshop at her friend’s upscale sex club takes a wild turn for normally timid Karen. She knew what to expect, but not how far she’d be willing to go. 

Rob comes to Desire After Dark as a plus one. His only expectation is visual stimulation, not participation. But that soon changes when he spots the buttoned-up-to-there beauty hanging around on the sidelines. 

Thrown together, Karen and Rob find the sexual heat between them undeniable. Surrounded by twosomes and moresomes, they step on an unexpected and steamy path. But when another joins in, they have a plus one of their own. 

Excerpt

An Excerpt From: PLUS ONE

Copyright © CRISTAL RYDER, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“So, what do you think?” Wendy leaned in to him and whispered.

“Fucking amazing.” He glanced down at her, his eyes zeroing in on her huge boobs cradled in some sheer fabric that pretended to be a bikini top. He tried not to look like a guy who had never seen tits before.

She laughed and slipped her arm through his, pressing those magnificent breasts against his biceps. “I knew you would like it. So. What do you want to do?”

How the hell did he know? He’d never been to a sex club before. This one was a little more exclusive. Upscale. Set in the heart of the city business district, in an old renovated mansion. It was the last thing one would expect to see. Wendy and her husband, Conn, were co-owners and he’d known them for years. She’d asked him to come a few times and because he was single, he had to be invited. No single guys allowed. Only couples and single ladies.

He was their plus one tonight. Not that he expected to have sex with them, but was simply their tagalong and he was okay with it.

Rob shrugged and finished the beer. Wendy signaled the cute bartender, who looked all of twenty, for another one.

“Drinks are on me tonight, Rob. Tressa will take care of you.” Wendy handed him the beer and gave him a shove to the stairs. “Put your stuff in the locker. Wrap that gorgeous ass of yours in a towel, then go forth and play.”

She went to the pole in a puff of exotic perfume and waited her turn as Ginger slipped to the floor. Rob couldn’t look away from Ginger as she rolled seductively from her belly to her back and rose with fluid grace. Her deep-red hair sparked in the lights and her black, skintight dress was only slips of fabric gathered with a ring at her bellybutton. The gold hoop held the pieces together that fanned over her breasts and pussy, barely shielding them from view. His cock ached at this visual smorgasbord.

When Ginger rose and walked off the floor, he let his gaze roam over her. Long legs, tanned and firm, he could imagine wrapped around his hips. She had on killer high heels that sparkled with gems. Glancing at all the ladies, he saw they had the same kind of shoes that showcased their legs. His gaze fell across a pair of black pumps. A complete opposite to all the rest.

He was intrigued. What kind of woman wore shoes like that to a place with an obvious shoe focus? This woman was not scantily dressed either. Quite the opposite in fact. He hadn’t noticed her before. She wore a tight gray skirt that showed a curved thigh, plump ass. Her fitted long-sleeve, dark- gray blouse had a plunging front and her breasts strained the fabric with a cleavage he could easily get lost in. She turned and his cock jumped with approval. She stood with a glass of wine in her hand, back to the wall, and watched the other ladies do their thing on the pole.

Something about her intrigued him. Was it her dress, shoes, or the chic black glasses she wore? Or the way she’d pulled her hair into a simple ponytail that swung down to the top of her back? She was out of place. And he wanted to know more about her.

Sipping the wine, she smiled behind the glass and when the stunning, naked, dark-haired woman from earlier approached her and took her hand, Button Down Girl shook her head and resisted. But the other woman wouldn’t let her off easy and took the glass from her fingers, setting it on the bar. She tugged her to the pole and lifted the other woman’s hands high until she grasped the pole three-quarters of the way up.

The movement tightened the blouse across her back, showing the lush curve of her waist that lay hidden. The hem of her shirt rose, exposing the top edge of a tramp stamp. Holy fuck this woman was a mystery. She looked as if she didn’t belong, yet was here and had a tattoo. His cock jumped when the naked woman rubbed up and along the back of the mystery girl, her breasts flattening as she hooked a leg around the calf of Button Down. The woman turned her head, ponytail swinging, and he saw a blush rush over her cheeks. The smile on her lips was wide yet looked a little nervous. Was this her first time here as well?

He watched as they swayed around the pole. The naked woman flush to the mystery woman’s back, her hips snug and tight to the skirted ass. She was all sensual moves and swaying hips, grinding her bare pussy into the other woman. He couldn’t take his eyes off Button Down Girl. The naked beauty lost her allure in the mystery of the other.

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Sexy Days of Christmas

The countdown to Christmas is on. Here are some things we love about the Holiday...with a twist.

1. Eggnog. There's just something sinful about the rich, creamy taste and the scent of nutmeg that sings Christmas with every sip. I happen to love eggnog, but it contains about 500 calories per glass (I may be embellishing a bit). Here's an idea: Pour you and your honey a half glass and then whisper into his ear, "I need to work off the calories. Any ideas?" I'm sure something will pop up.

2. Candy Canes. Did you know that most men love minty kisses? Just off the top of my head I can think of a dozen seductive things to do with the candy, but the simplest is licking the red off the white. Do you get where I'm heading? And the bonus is how tasty your lips will be when he kisses you. If you're stumped on ideas...try using the tip of a wet cane as a paintbrush on your lover's body. Clean up requires lots of licking.

3. Wine. Our nerves are frenzied from all of the shopping and chaos. So if you find yourself hitting the bottle a little more than usual, and leaning toward slush...why not light up the fireplace and share a glass with your honey? The combination of the warmth of the fire and the relaxing element of the wine will heat up the scene in other ways. And sex, my friends, is the greatest stress reliever. Not only is this a mental boost, but it also brings two people together when they've probably been very busy and neglecting one another.

Body distortions and other misfortunes of a writer.

How can you tell just by looking at someone  that they are a writer? Do they appear a bit frenzied and anxious? Well, let me start by saying that I write in excess of 40,000 words a month--every month. If I don't get my word count in I'm like a rabid dog ready to attack, slobber and red eyes and all that you can imagine. I call it my legal addiction. Once I published one book, I had to have my fix by adding more and more. I guess you could say I'm in competition--with myself.

So, what body distortions and misfortunes am I referring to? Here is a list:

1. Fat Fingers. I've been pounding away at the keyboard for many years. That's a lot of work on my digits. Over this amount of time, my fingers have gone from slender to wide, and truth be told, a little crooked. I can only imagine what they're going to look like in another twenty years. Eck !!! I think it may be a good time to look into purchasing Dragon--even with all of its flaws.

2. Cross-eyes. The other day I was busily absorbed in my characters and working the fifth hour at my latest work when my wee one pops into the room to ask a question. I look up and I literally see three of her. "You look funny, mommy," she said with a giggle. Needless to say, this wasn't the first time I've felt like I've been kicked in the head by a horse and my vision was screwed. No worries, it was only temporary. I was back to normal...eventually.

3. Hunchback. There is a mantra in my head: Sit up straight. Sit up straight. Sit up straight. This lasts until steamy sex or a killing scene takes precedence and I pour my body over over my laptop like melted butter on bread. I don't realize it until I stand up and I can't straighten my back. I'm walking cockeyed and bouncing off the walls. I have the bruises to prove it. It's quite hilarious.

4. Numb ass. If you Google this slang term, you will get some savory definitions, like a numb ass from anal sex. Or, cocaine placed inside the rectum. Nope, that's not a writer's numb ass. You know that tingly feeling that warns you that your ass is falling asleep? Yep, I totally ignore that sign. When sensation finally starts to come back, well, that's a true pain in the ass.

5. Sex tongue. Grab your thoughts right out of the naughty bin. This isn't about action, but how easily erotic romance writers discuss sex. I haven't reached vulgar proportions yet, and I certainly mind my manners around my parents, but it is what it is. After all, sex parts were created for what? Exactly, SEX. Lovemaking is a beautiful thing. Trying new things and exploring one another can help keep a relationship healthy. Just because I write it and talk it, doesn't mean I'm a reincarnated Cleopatra. Sex talk does have it's boundaries though. I receive messages daily on FB asking me to "help" them write a sex scene. I get paid to write people. Any word I type is worth at least a dollar. The message for today asked, "I am trying to write a threesome sex scene. Can I ask for your assistance in this matter?" First, I don't write threesome sex scenes. No reason besides I just never wanted to. Second, I helped him right away with the BLOCK  button. FB will eventually have a creepers button.

If you're interested in reading what I write, here's a great story...

Dreaming Ivy

by Rhonda Lee Carver

Spotlight story:

Can a past love become their future?

The Thorntons’ mansion is full of timeless secrets waiting to be unraveled. When small-town journalist Ivy and ghost hunter Max are stuck in the forgotten, dilapidated house, they find more than just a haunting. Ivy finds herself dreaming of the former owners, Marcus Thornton and his lovely wife, Elizabeth. Their profound love was once the talk of the town, and the cause their mysterious, untimely deaths never found. When Ivy’s dreams begin to become reality, the mystery starts to unravel and sheds truth on more than just the past.

WARNING: Graphic language, naughty ghosts, a non-committal male, and a love that endures beyond time and death.

 

Excerpt:

Copyright 2012, Rhonda Lee Carver

All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.

Ivy stepped into the corridor. She stopped and listened. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow sweep across the wall. She turned as it disappeared. “Hello?” No answer. She stomped down the hall and burst into the room. “Hello–”
The room was empty.Ivy swallowed the taste of fright. A shiver raced across her skin. She had seen someone, or had she? She rubbed her eyes. Maybe the shadows were playing tricks on her.
A loud crack in the floor behind her sent Ivy twisting. The sun from the window blinded her. She acted on impulse. She drew her fist back and punched–landing on something solid. The force behind her connection with skin and bone sent her off balance, flailing backward. A hand on her wrist pulled her hard against a steely frame.
She met a dark stare, just as she felt wobbling. The impact of her body had sent him a step back. He lost his balance. Together they fell. The air whooshed from his chest as Ivy landed on top of the stranger.
She closed her eyes and remained still. She wanted nothing more than for the floor to swallow her. Several long seconds floated by. Neither of them said a word. She finally opened her eyes.
Embarrassed and confused, Ivy laid her palms against his shoulders, pushing herself up. She looked directly into his not-so-pleased expression and gulped. Enchanting green eyes, prominent cheekbones, midnight hair…and a pissed-off set to his jaw. She’d made a mistake–a huge one. “Max Shepard.” It wasn’t a question.
He narrowed his eyes. “Ivy Kennedy, journalist and amateur boxer?”
The deep, rich tone of his voice did funny things to the pit of her stomach. His voice wasn’t the only toned part of him. Pressed together gave her an up close and personal testimonial of his physical assets. Broad chest, tight abs to long legs, she could feel tight muscles and a curious bulge. She scooted her hip around the swelling in his jeans. Heat and realization spread through her body.
One corner of his mouth lifted. “It’s my cell.” Could he see straight through her?
“Cell?”
He reached into his pocket and held up his phone. Ivy was certain her skin changed into the perfect color of mortification. She wondered just how bad this could get. Pasting a smile on her face, she said, “Nice to meet you.” The temperature rose between them into the triple digits. Their bodies seemed to melt together. He didn’t look like the pictures she’d seen on the internet. He looked more distinguished in person. “You’re older than I thought,” she blurted.
“Older?”
“Older, in a good way.” She licked her bottom lip and nervously pushed her hair behind her ear. “My mother said I have a bad habit of saying the most awkward things and rambling–” She swallowed. “–like I am now.” She moved slightly.
His zipper started to swell again. Was that another cell phone in his pocket, or… Before her mind could complete the thought, he wrapped his large hands around her waist and lifted her off him. He set her on her feet as he came to stand in front of her. “That’s better,” he said as he backed up. “Damn.” He kicked rug that must have been the reason behind their fall.
He stood there, silent. This was a complete disaster. She’d managed to give him a black eye to match the dark scowl on his face. She needed to start searching for a new job. Marshall would have her head for this.

WARNING: Light BDSM, kink, explicit sex.
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