Rhonda Lee Carver: 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

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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

“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.