Thursday, January 31, 2013

The ex-obsession

I'm sure you've been told that the quickest way to get over a relationship is to jump back into another. There are many variations to this saying, but the meaning is always the same. Yet, is this true? The easiest way to forget an ex is to find someone to fill his shoes?

What if your mind is ready to move on, but your heart is stuck in limbo? How do you know if you're ready or not to start back into the dating scene? What if you're in a new relationship and the shoe doesn't quite fit? Here are some questions to ask yourself...

1. Do you compare your new man with your ex?

2. Do you imagine what it would feel like to bump into your ex? Just the thought makes you tingly.

3. Do you think about your ex during lovemaking?

4. Do you internet stalk your ex?

5. You start to feel guilty when you begin to move on?

If you've answered yes to any of these questions, you may want to reflect on what phase of healing you're in.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Guest Sable Hunter

I am excited to have talented author Sable Hunter visiting today. Thank you, Sable.

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"I have a new cookbook that celebrates the recipes in my romance novels. Inside it are PG rated excerpts of my books, as well as some freebies. If you'll leave comments today, I'll give away copies of it and one copy of Forget Me Never..." Sable Hunter

A Way To A Man’s Heart
I am an expert on what NOT to do to attract a man. They could make a movie about me that would be better than the one with Matthew McConaughey called ‘How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days’. I think the problem is that I try too hard.
I’m not very ‘with it’.  Even when I’m living at my place in Austin or the one in New Orleans, I don’t really party all that much. I’m more of a homebody. I don’t make a habit of spending time on Bourbon Street or 6th Street, so if I meet a guy, it’s usually by accident - I run over his toe in the Post Office parking lot with my car or crash my buggy into his at the grocery store (because I’m eyeing the many varieties of cheese or something). A friend of mine told me that when I quit looking for a man I would find one – and he may be right. I think I have – he was right under my nose all along.
But getting back to my recent dating history – it has been a fiasco! One of the main problems is what I do for a living. Think about it. I write erotic romances. Pressure!!!! A man instantly thinks that I’m some kind of superwoman in the sex department. (And they may be right – Ha!) But I want to be courted and wooed. I don’t want for them to assume that I’m ready to make all of their lustful dreams come true on the first date! The really bad part is if they have read my books and start whispering page numbers in my ear. Don’t they realize that I don’t know what’s on a particular page? I have written so many books and so many sex scenes that they have all run together by now.
There is this one guy that I have my eye on. I haven’t fully decided to go after him full throttle, but he would be worth the effort. So – here’s my conundrum. Do I let fate take its course (by that I mean fan my fanny around him and see if he takes the bait)? Or do I ask him out myself?
You see, he’s shy. That’s an odd description to apply to a big, alpha mountain of a man – but around me, he acts shy - very polite – always tipping that cowboy hat and ‘yes-maming’ me. I’ve caught him looking at me a few times, and not long ago I found some flowers on my front doorsteps that I would bet my bottom dollar came from him. He’s a neighbor. I have this sneaky suspicion that if I gave him any encouragement at all, he would be all over me like white on rice.
So, I’m biding my time and giving it all careful consideration. How do I want to play this? He’s not dating anyone, I checked. Haha! He lives alone except for his German shepherd and a cat – I adore men who love cats! I’m thinking of making my move before Valentine’s Day, which means I have to hurry.
I bought a new dress, it’s a slinky little red number with sequins across the bodice and a row of swingy little tassels on the bottom – it makes me looked like a present that needs to be unwrapped. But as I said before, I’m not the partying type and neither is he. So what do I do? I can’t bring myself to just call him and ask him to take me to dinner. I could sashay over there and borrow a cup of sugar, I guess. It just kills me that I live in the enlightened age of sexual equality and I can’t bring myself to make the first move.
Okay – okay – so here’s the plan. I’m going to tell him that I am testing out a recipe for my next cookbook and ask him to come over and help me eat it. Does that sound corny? Ha! I know it does, but it’s the best I’ve got. Nana always said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I think she is right about the general direction, but it has been my experience that the exact locale of major influence is a few inches to the south of his tummy.          
Speaking of – I have a new cookbook that celebrates the recipes in my romance novels. Inside it are pg rated excerpts of my books, as well as some freebies. If you’ll leave comments today, I’ll give away 2 copies of it and one copy of Forget Me Never.
I think I’ll cook the pulled pork from the new cookbook and Libby’s Orgasmic Brownies from the first cookbook. Anything with the word orgasmic in it has to be good – right?
Here’s the link to the cookbook, if you’d like to take a look.
And here’s the link to Forget Me Never.
My website is –
And my facebook page is
My email is
And I answer every email.
Let me share with you an excerpt of Forget Me Never where Savannah makes her move on Patrick.
And – I’ll let you know how it goes with my ‘project’.

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“It’s your birthday, Savannah.  Be good to yourself.  This man could be your soul mate.  Think of him as a gift.”  Punching her in the side, she joked.  “I’ll help you un-wrap him.”
“He looks busy; I don’t want to disturb him.”  Savannah procrastinated.
“Are you kidding?  His very presence is disturbing everyone else.  I saw how those college girls were acting before you herded them outside.  Besides, you’re an expert on this stuff, Miss. Doucet.  Go over and offer your assistance.  It’s your job!  Now!”  Tammany gave her a little push.
Apparently he was doing research on the Acadian refugees.  Why not offer her services?  And while she was helping him, she could pretend to seduce him.  She couldn’t help but laugh at herself a little.  “He does look like he needs help.”  Yea, she’d like to help him with a lot of things – like undressing, taking a shower, possibly even a back massage.
“Do it, Savannah.  You’re through here for the day, and I’ll stay until tardy Tulah Belle comes. This is your chance; you don’t want to be the oldest virgin in St. Martin’s Parish for another year!”
“Oh, all right!”  She yelled so loud everyone turned and looked at her – except sexy Rambo, of course.  Tammany wasn’t going to leave her alone until she at least tried to hook up with this guy. Savannah’s dateless state was worrying Tammany to death.  So, she had to at least make her friend think she had a date with the soldier. Yeah, that’s what she would do.  She could save face and the Marine could leave unencumbered.  “I’ll still make a complete fool out of myself,” Savannah grumbled as she took one step forward.  To make matters worse, Fred March was watching her closely and he didn’t look happy.  The man scared her a little bit.  Goodness gracious, now she was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Tammany jerked her back.  “Give me those glasses.”
“But, I need them.” 
“Only to read.”  Savannah lost the battle, Tammany confiscated her spectacles and pushed her out of her safe zone into the scary world of sexual gamesmanship.  Walking as casually as she could with her heart in her throat, she stepped close to the marine.  His height made her look up and up.  Gee, he must be well over six feet.  Of course, at five foot three she had to look up at almost everyone over the age of twelve.  Clearing her throat, she whispered.  “Excuse me, but I’m in a pickle.  I’ll give you twenty dollars if you’ll pretend we’re going out to lunch together.”
Patrick had been trying to find the surname LaVerdure on this vast list of names for about fifteen minutes, but he wasn’t having any luck.  All of the immigrants were recorded by ship manifesto, so he had to look in several different places.  Deep in concentration, it was a second or two before he realized someone was speaking to him.  The unexpected words coming from over his left shoulder irritated him a little bit.  “I’m not the kind of man that can be bought, Honey.  And if I could – twenty dollars wouldn’t touch me,” Patrick drawled.
“Dang, it’s just my luck to pick a man with principle.  What would you say if I threw in a couple of dozen homemade chocolate chip cookies to sweeten the deal?”  She might not be much of a temptation, but she could cook.  That was one of the things Savannah missed about not having a family.  Cooking for oneself wasn’t fun.   
Her quick comeback amused Patrick.  If the woman was half as sexy as that husky little voice, he was in for a better treat than cookies.  Turning, slowly – he let the anticipation build. 
Oh, hell yeah!  His day just got a helluva lot brighter.
A curvy little honey wearing a demure, lacy dress stood looking up at him with hope in her eyes.  “Well, hello Miss Prim and Proper.  You look like you’re in dire need of a good mussing up.”
Savannah ran her palms down the sides of her dress and smiled, sheepishly.  “Don’t tell anybody, but these are the clothes I wore yesterday.  I didn’t have time to go home and change.”
“Really, did you have a good time last night?” Patrick was enjoying this.  “I bet you made some guy a happy man.” 
“No, no,” Savannah fanned her hands in denial.  “I went out with the girls.”  Knowing Tammany was taking all of this in – not to mention Fred March, she repeated her request.  “Would you consider playing along with me?  It’ll save me some embarrassment.  Should I make it twenty-five dollars?” 
Patrick didn’t have a clue what was going on.  He had no idea what kind of game the little dove was proposing, but he definitely wanted to play.  “All right, I’ll tell you what - I say forget the money.  I’ll take you to lunch, but I want a half dozen kisses plus the cookies.  Deal?”   
“Kisses?” Was he kidding?  “Are you saying you’ll go to lunch with me?” she asked in surprise.  “No, you don’t understand.  That’s not necessary.”  Holding up one finger to pause the conversation, she glanced over her shoulder to the blonde at the help desk who looked back at them and winked big.  “Lord, does she have to be so obvious?” she muttered.  Leaning toward him with a conspiratorial air, she twisted her mouth into a cute little sideways knot and whispered.  “Actually, I’m trying to bribe you.  I know you don’t really want to go out with me.  Just pretend for a bit.  Please?”
For a moment, Patrick didn’t know what to say.  Was she serious?  Why wouldn’t he want to go out with her?  “Who’s pretending?  I want food for lunch and you for dessert.”  Patrick loved to flirt and he needed it – he was in for a long dry spell in Afghanistan.  A sweetheart like this would be good fantasy material for the long hot nights ahead with only his hand for company.    
He waited to see what she would do and what happened next made the earth move under his feet.  She smiled.  Her whole face lit up with the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.  Patrick lost the ability to speak.  He knew that smile.  He had fallen in love with that smile on a Halloween night seventeen long years ago.  The drawing he had made of her beautiful face and that incredible smile was in his duffle bag in his truck.  He never went anywhere without it.  Even though he had doubted the experience, for years he had looked for her everywhere he went.  Since joining the marines and seeing the horrors of war and the despair of humanity, he had laid down his dreams.  But he couldn’t seem to let go of the drawing or the memory.  And now here she was, standing in front of him like a gift from above.  His Destiny.                 
“Really?  You’d actually take a chance on me?”  For a brief moment Savannah let herself imagine what it would be like to go on a date.  A thrill rose in her chest almost making it impossible to breathe.  She had missed so much in this life because of Carville.  But there wasn’t anything she could do about it. 
“I’m not a gambling man, Baby.  But I can recognize the Queen of Hearts when I see her.”  Patrick was having a hard time keeping his hands off of her.  They hadn’t even exchanged names and he felt totally proprietary about her.  It was like his heart recognized her or something.  No, chance didn’t have a damn thing to do with this.  Meeting Destiny was fate.  
“No, you misunderstood me.  All I want is a few minutes of your time.”  With a hand on one hip and a thoughtful expression on his face, he seemed to be deciding if he were wasting his time with her.  “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”  She blushed, realizing how that sounded.  Lord, he looked even better up close.  From across the room he had been the total package.  Up close, he was absolutely stunning – deep dimples and the bluest eyes this side of heaven.  “What I mean is - I just noticed that you seem frustrated.  My name is Savannah Doucet and I’m something of an expert with this stuff,” she pointed at the wall.  “Is there some way I can help you?”
“I’m Patrick O’Rourke.  And it’s very nice to meet you.”  Very nice.  Feeling playful, he chose to deliberately misunderstand her.  “So, you’re an expert at relieving frustration?  That might be interesting.”  Mouth-watering, that was what she was.   
“Oh, my goodness,” she put her hands over her warm cheeks.  “No, I’m not an expert at that.  I don’t have any feminine wiles.”  Savannah was flustered.  Taking a second to look around the Memorial, she was relieved to see they were alone except for Tammany who was on the phone and not paying them any attention at the moment.
“I beg to differ,” he flirted, blatantly.  Stepping back, he slowly took an inventory of her body from head to foot.  His love was just a little bit of a thing: small bones, lush mouth, dark hair and huge black eyes – no they weren’t black.  Are your eyes blue?”  He could lose himself in those dark, haunting eyes. This woman was off-the-charts sexy.  
Frowning slightly, she answered him.  “Yes, they’re a drab navy blue, I guess.”
The look he was giving her was so intense; it made her feel like tiny flames of fire was dancing over her skin.  Savannah couldn’t help but stare back.        
“I don’t think they’re drab at all.  I think they’re beautiful and mysterious.”  What was an even bigger turn-on was the intelligence that shone out of them.  Patrick felt his heart pound as they engaged in a mutual eye-fuck. Damn, he had it bad!
Savannah didn’t know what to say.  She was in unknown territory.  This man seemed to be flirting with her.  There had to be some mistake.  Maybe she wasn’t experienced enough to tell when someone was serious or teasing her.  It would be better to get the conversation back on a safe topic.  “Are you looking for a particular name on the wall?”
She was nervous.  He could tell.  Damn, she was cute; he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.  “Actually, I’m looking for the LaVerdure family. But, I’m not having any luck.”     
A surge of courage welled up in Savannah.  It was as if someone else was in charge of her body.  For once, she wanted to be normal and see how it felt to flirt with a man.  Going for broke, she decided to see if she could get a reaction out of him. “Well, today’s your lucky day.  Because I’m just what you’ve been looking for.”  She took one small finger and drug it down his bare arm from the bend of his elbow to his wrist. 
“Hot damn, Baby.” Patrick hissed as he closed his eyes.  His whole body went into lust mode.  She didn’t know how right she was.  It was true, she was just who he had been looking for – for what seemed like forever.  “You have my complete and utter attention.” 
“If I have your attention, then open your eyes, Patrick.  Watch me.” 
Like his heart would give him a choice?  She didn’t know it, but he was completely at her mercy.  “Yes, Ma’am.”  He bet Savannah could get him to do most anything her heart desired.  Mesmerized, Patrick watched her every move.  She backed up about six inches, glanced around the room, and what she did next shocked the shit out of him.  First she graced him with a saucy little wink and proceeded to let her gaze slide down his body – and swear-to-God - she got hung up on his manhood like it was a speed bump.  Little hot-stuff looked his bulge over really slowly; he didn’t have to glance down to see what she could see, he could feet his dick rise as fast and hot as the temperature on a sultry Louisiana day.  There was no doubt about it; his cock enjoyed being at the center of her attention. 
She didn’t stop there.  Oh, no.  Sweet-doll checked out his thighs, his knees – hell - she even stared at his feet, probably wondering if his size twelve combat boots were any indication of the size of his cock.  (It was, by the way.)  Patrick couldn’t help but chuckle as she took the time to follow the same path back up.  The little minx stared at his package until he was fully erect and throbbing. 
“Did you get the response you were after?” He couldn’t help but laugh.  Damn, he wanted to touch her so much.  He was so happy.  Again, she smiled.  And he couldn’t help it – he grinned right back.   Patrick wanted to pick her up, twirl her around and carry her off into the sunset.  He was so glad to see her; it was like being reunited with a long lost friend.  
“Actually, I got a lot bigger response than I ever dreamed.  I’ve never done that before.  One of my girlfriends did that to a guy at Mulate’s last night.”  Leaning close to him, she whispered.  “You are a lot more well-endowed than Leon.” 
“Give Leon my sympathies.”  Patrick was enchanted.  “Are you always so bold?”  It didn’t matter if she was or not, he wanted her anyway.   

Thanks for reading,
Sable Hunter

Monday, January 28, 2013

Girl Fights

fight of sexy ladiesIn the movies and in books you'll see girls fight over guys. This is the worst mistake a woman can make...fighting over any man. Why? Point is, he likes it way too much. Men like a good fight, always have. And when they are the center of attention, they like it even more. However, do they consider a girl fight serious? I don't think so.

1. Guys ten to believe that girls are feminine and on the fairer side. When they see a cat fight, they see a new side and it turns them on. It's like a shot of entertainment, while their ego is growing by the second.

2. When girls fight there's a good chance clothes will be shredded. Flash of nudity...need I say more?

3. I've heard guys talking about a girl fight and they think it's funny. All of that hair pulling and scratching resembles a scene that takes place in the bedroom...or at least they hope.

So, the next time you have an urge to toss off the heels, push up the sleeves and prepare to throw down, ask yourself it it's worth it?

I hope you' ll sit down and enjoy one of my books.

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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

Castle’s Fortress by Rhonda Lee Carver


Copyright 2011, Rhonda Lee Carver
All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.

His sensual gaze roved over her from eyes to worn boots, an impish smile taking the place of the innocent grin. She resisted the urge to squirm while he smoothed a glance over her chest.
Jake made no effort to do the decent thing and remove his gaze from her. This was a new side to him. It would take some getting used to, but from the ache building in her, she didn’t find it an unwelcome change.
Damned body betrayed her mind. She hadn’t asked him to come to Marietta to start up a romance. In fact, feelings of a sexual kind could only deter from what she needed.
She narrowed her gaze on him, hoping she did a good job at hiding any sign of attraction. “Jake, don’t they have breasts in New York?”
His gaze trailed a slow, intense path upward until their gazes locked. “I believe you had a psychic vision and saw me coming.” One corner of his mouth kinked as his brows wriggled in covert meaning.
She wondered if he used this manly magic on all the women. She sighed. “You didn’t come all the way to Ohio to admire the view.” She relaxed her hands on her waist and slanted a hip. “Right?”
“Although the scenery is quiet spectacular here,” he flicked a glance over her again, “I have other things in mind besides sightseeing.”
She couldn’t imagine many women could block an internal heat wave under Jake’s magnetism. He possessed a quality that probably had women falling at his pricey loafers all the time. However, she wasn’t just any woman. Charming or not, she wanted one thing from Jake, and it had nothing to do with what lay behind his zipper. Although, she was a bit curious at what did lay there.
She swallowed the naughty-girl lump in her throat and tore her mind back on path. “Did you drive all night?” The inky darkness rimming his eyes was a sign that he needed sleep.
Jake nodded. “I couldn’t wait to get here.”
Did his lip curl? She caught the sarcastic tone to his words. She blew it off as she unplugged her machinery and tossed her woodworking tools into the leather case. When she turned back to him, she planted an award-winning smile on her lips. “As far as I see it, you won’t be any good to me until you’ve had a large dose of caffeine and a moment to catch your breath. I need your energy, not your attitude.”
Eyebrows curved, he smiled. “Sounds kinky.” He ran a long finger along the edge of the table and her stomach did a flop. He should have just slid that finger down the line of her curves. It would have had the same effect on her. “Be honest with me, Fall. Did you bring me here just to live out your childhood fantasy of kissing me?”
Oh, he was a charmer.
His lure was dripped in warm honey butter, and she didn’t need the calories. “Jake Ivan Castle. Not only do you adorn yourself with a big company and fast cars, I hear you like those same qualities in your women.” She bit back a smile when he appeared offended. “As you see, my breasts reside in one county and my brain is bigger than a pebble. The only thing fast about me is my skills at woodworking. So, in layman terms, I’m not your type, and truthfully, I like men who enjoy the simpler things in life. Now, let’s clean our thoughts. We have work to do.”

Castle’s Fortress by Rhonda Lee Carver Available for Sale

Coming May 6, 2013
Friends With Benefits by Rhonda Lee Carver

Friends With Benefits

by Rhonda Lee Carver

Cassie’s admirer hides behind a blindfold…could he be somebody she knows?

Cassandra and Sebastian have been friends since college. They know everything about each other, and even own a restaurant together. Now she has a secret admirer—one who asks her to meet him wearing a blindfold…and nothing else. She complies, mostly, and must rely on how he smells, feels, and sounds when they meet. He seems familiar. Familiar enough to be Sebastian? Surely not. Maybe she’s hoping her admirer is Sebastian. Maybe…
Sebastian has a secret Cassie knows nothing of: He’s in love with her. But telling her could destroy their friendship. So he’s got to sit back and watch as she swoons for this secret admirer who uses all the right romantic words to win her heart.
Can Sebastian step forward and reveal himself? Supposing he dares to let Cassie know he loves her, can their friendship survive if she doesn’t feel the same for him?
CONTENT WARNING: strong language, graphic sex
A Lyrical Press Contemporary Romance

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Eat better = Better sex...Bonus Recipe

Is your bow-chicka-bow-wow letting you down these days? It could be what you're eating.

Peach tasteHave you ever eaten a double, sloppy cheeseburger and then crashed on the sofa, thinking about having sex but not getting very far? However, eat a light meal and you're ready to set the bed on flames.

Are you getting enough aphrodisiac food? Have you ever noticed that the smellier the foods are the more beneficial they are to the libido? For instance, oysters, garlic and asparagus don't have the most appealing odor, yet are known for their kick-start abilities down under. When you eat these foods, not only are you giving your body a boost of health, but also giving the bedroom some action.

Chocolate is another sensual food that can light the mood. We all know that chocolate covered strawberries have been pegged as a sexy aphrodisiac. Let's face it, if we don't stop at the market and pick them up, and then we risk that they're not fresh, who has the time to hand-dip all of those strawberries and let them dry? We want it quick and easy. Here's a recipe that I think you'll love...

A container of rinsed and dried strawberries (It's very important that no wetness remains). Hull and cut them in half.

A container of dipping chocolate

Put each slice of strawberry into the individual cups of an ice cube tray. Pour melted chocolate over. Make sure that you cover completely. Allow chocolate to set. Then, simply and gently, as you would ice, crack them and remove them from the tray. 

*To remove them easier, you can dip the bottom of the tray in warm water for 15-30 seconds until the chocolate loosens.

*I sometimes spray the tray with a small amount of cooking spray before I put the strawberries in.

*Don't like strawberries? Or want to try something new? Try the fruit you desire. You can even switch out fruit for Greek yogurt.Mouth and chocolate

Friday, January 25, 2013


The other evening I was on the phone with a friend and suddenly she yells, "OMG...I just spotted a yummy DILF" I laughed. It sounded awkward.

Father and SonFor those who don't know what DILF is, it's an acronym for Dad I'd Like To F*&#. It's derived from the popular nickname for hottie moms. MILF and DILF can be offensive to some, but our ears are getting less sensitive. Don't all moms strive to be a MILF? Let me explain. Somewhere along the line of motherhood myth, a mom is supposed to run around with unwashed hair, no make-up, out of shape and grape Kool-Aid stains on her clothes. I must admit, as a mom, this was my physical presentation on many days. So when I was first called a MILF I was a bit flattered. I looked like s%$t and someone wanted to bang me (besides my husband). Hell yeah! Mind you, my kids have crossed the age bracket where all they do is spit-up, demand the breasts and cry is history.

However, still have the Kool-Aid stains.

So, back to my friend with an attraction for a DILF. She went on to explain that it was so cute how he was playing with his toddlers. Ah-ha! I think we've hit upon something, folks.

When my husband and I had our daughter, our first-born, I fell more madly in love with him. To watch him hold her, dress her, change her...all made me swoon. Gentle and confident at the same time. This big, masculine man reduced to tears, baby-talk and cuddling was sweeter than words could describe. To this day, he's my DILF.

MILFs require physical hotness. Have you ever noticed a man checking out a hot mom's butt then saying, "Wow, she's so great with her kids"? So what I'm saying is, MILFs require nice a** and DILFs require something deeper.

Men look sexier with age. They just do. They can be bald with wrinkles and still fit into the DILF category.

Sure, you see hot DILFs on TV everyday. Brad Pitt, Mark Wahlberg, Ben Affleck are some of the most popular. Yet, in real life, the image we see in a DILF is different. He's so caught up in pushing his kid on the swing, wiping a snotty nose, changing a dirty diaper that he just doesn't seem to care that he has ladies checking out his rear.

Men are portrayed many times as being emotionally disconnected, but when we see him totally connected with his child...yeah, it is the icing on the cake.  What can be sexier than that?


Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Scrolling through nudity

Have you ever seen a person's face and POW! A story line pops into your head? As I was scrolling through istockphotos this morning I came across a picture that was like a lightening bolt striking my motivational juices. Within five minutes, I had title, names, careers and a complete story line ready to be made into a book. In fact, all I could think about was writing their story. It was like a severe itch that I couldn't scratch.

Whatever your crime of passion is, writing, skydiving, painting, throwing darts, get my drift, you'll understand what it's like to have that feeling. You know the one, where you need the adrenaline rush as badly as you need your next breath. That's the urgency of writing for me.

This story that is blocking all sane paths inside my head, well, it's different than anything I've written before. Maybe that's the excitement for me. It's a switch up. I never like taking the safest path. I like danger and setting my characters apart. I'll give you a little hint on the twist in my newest work: The hero was in an accident that physically changes him. I can't give too much away, but I'm excited to transform him.

Give me a few weeks and I'll share more.

Zoe 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.
Digital Edition: $1.99 | ISBN: 9781616501822 | Publication Date: August 16, 2010 | Length: 44,000 words | ePub Page Count: 134


Double Dare by Rhonda Lee Carver


Double Dare by Rhonda Lee Carver


Copyright 2010, Rhonda Lee Carver
All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.
Jag’s eyes turned into rays of steel. Zoe knew he challenged her. What she felt wasn’t revulsion. She felt interest interest.
A healing wound wouldn’t send her running, but still, she did have human emotions. It opened a book of questions into his past. She wasn’t a stranger to battle and loss. She followed the stories of fallen soldiers and injured military closely.
His eyes were the most intense she’d ever seen. The deep irises seemed to burrow under her skin and zap her bloodstream with energy. What color were they? In the light, the hue appeared silver.
He wore his toughness like a badge. With a badass rigidity in his expression and body language, he had the mannerism of a soldier. She would’ve pegged him military even if he weren’t wearing regulation ABUs and a close haircut.
“Are you lost?” His low, gruff voice did tingly, unfamiliar things to her nipples. She’d been wrong in thinking this would be a piece of cake.In a breathy Marilyn Monroe voice she said, “I just thought you looked lonesome sitting here all by yourself.”

Double Dare by Rhonda Lee Carver


Double Dare by Rhonda Lee Carver

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Guest Post--Eden Glenn

Please welcome the talented author Eden Glenn. Thank you for stopping by, Eden.

Meet Eden: Eden Glenn makes her home in the mountains of Tennessee with a nuisance of a dog that belongs in Japan and a too smart cat. She is a member of FCRW (first coast romance writers) and RWA (Romance Writers of America) A member of the Rebel Elite Writers Team at Rebel Ink Press and epublished at all fine ebook vendors.

Dar'kind Promises
(BLURB) Novellette length (16,920 words)
Darkind Fairy Maura comes to the human dimension on a search and rescue mission for one of her race. The success of the mission rests on her wits and the skilled aid of her feline tracker, Zelia. Unfortunately, Zelia is experiencing unpredictable shifts between feline and human forms.
Distracted by the sultry woman in her bed, Maura struggles to stay focused on their quest. If they’re unable to figure out how to gain control of Zelia’s shifting, all hope for success of their mission as well as any possibility of their future together will be lost.
Worse yet, an ancient evil targets Zelia and Maura in a bid for power and control of their magic.
Zelia is willing to risk becoming trapped in feline form and losing the love she’s found if it means she can save Maura from the evil hunting them. Meanwhile, Maura searches for the strength to abandon the quest for her lost ‘sister’ if doing so will save Zelia’s life and stabilize her shifting abilities.

Available 2/3/13 at all fine ebook vendors

Watch for Dar'kind Promises to hit the bookstores. You won't want to miss this !!

Monday, January 21, 2013

Do you sing in the shower...and anything else?

A shower...ahhh, it seems like such a simple, peaceful time for most. A chance to wash and groom, away from the world for an average of 15 minutes. Did you know that 63% of Americans take a shower every day? I enjoy writing "shower scenes." What can be hotter than two soapy bodies in a steamy waterfall? Such a sensual image. One of my favorites...when a man washes  a woman's hair. It's obvious how this can be arousing for a man and woman.

Besides washing, what other activities do we do in the shower?

1. Sing

2. Dream

3. Have sex

4. Shave

5. Cry

Men are more likely to shower than women. A man's biggest complaint about the shower is the clutter of the shared space. Women tend to have more bottles and such than men do. No surprise, huh?

Is there anything special that you do while taking a shower?

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

Delaney’s Sunrise by Rhonda Lee


Copyright 2011, Rhonda Lee
All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.

Dee didn’t look at him. He couldn’t look at her, either. He’d lived with the weight of shame, embarrassment and pain for years. He’d done a good job molding those emotions into something more useful, more productive: anger. The latter was far better than sorrow. Abe had convinced himself of her faults long ago. He wouldn’t allow her to unravel him again.
“You’re not welcome here, Dee.”
She set her bottle on the floor. It fell onto its side. Beer spilled out in a foamy puddle; both ignored it.
Tension enveloped him. What would she say?
“Let’s get past that, Abe. The reality is, Jacob wanted me here. I don’t know why he did, but I trusted him.”
He smirked. “You don’t belong here. Did you change your clothes to prove a point to yourself, or just to impress me?”
One thin brow curved in challenge. “It’d make you happy to think I was trying to impress you.”
“No.” He wrinkled his nose. “No, it wouldn’t.” He dropped his feet to the floor with a thud.
“Oh, forgive me.” Her tone teetered on mockery. “You’re into engaged women, right? I’m only a single girl now.”
Her bitter words hit home, striking as hard as a blow to the gut. He rose so quickly she stumbled back. He stalked toward her. Agitated, the horses kicked at the doors of their stalls as if they shared his tension.
Her lips trembled. “Did I touch a sensitive chord?”
Chord? Hell, she’d unleashed a flood. He caught her wrist in a solid grip. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he dragged her close and bent low to her ear. “You wanna stay?” His voice was dangerously low. “Stay. But don’t cross my path, or I’ll throw your ass off my farm quicker than you can throw Jacob’s name in my face again. Ownership rights or no ownership rights, that’s my word. Got it?”
She tilted her head back and looked up at him. Her face was devoid of emotion, but the damp mist in her eyes made her a liar. “Got it,” she whispered.
He dropped her wrist and pivoted on his heel, heading for the exit.
Her shaky voice stopped him. “I know you, Abe, probably better than Jacob did. If I didn’t already realize you’re a kind man, I’d run as far away from you as I could. You’re angry and you’re feeling guilty. I know, because I feel the same. I’ve dealt with those same emotions since Jacob died. You may hate me and I don’t know if I still…if I like you much either, but we share one thing. We both lost someone we loved.”
He kept his back to her, but as the last word left her lips he nearly fled outside. Sucking in fresh air, he shoved his hands into his pockets. Damn it. Damn her.
She’d leave…eventually.

Delaney’s Sunrise by Rhonda Lee Carver Available for Sale

Sunday, January 20, 2013

20 questions for hanky panky texting

Do you feel tingly all over when your partner sends you a naughty text? Come on, don't lie. It's a turn on. never tried it? Well, then let me inspire you. here are 20 delish questions to rev up the texting engine.

1. Do you like talking dirty?

2. What part of my body do you watch as I'm walking toward you?

3. What part of my body do you watch as I'm walking away?

4. What makes your kiss special?

5. What part of your body are you most proud of?

6. Have you ever skinny dipped?

7. What sexy outfit would you like to see on me?

8. If we were shopping and I asked you to follow me into the dressing room, would you?

9. Would you get a tattoo with my name?

10. Verbal or physical foreplay?

11. Have you ever lived a fantasy?

12. Beer or liquor?

13. Satin or cotton sheets?

14. Have you ever sucked a girl's toes?

15. What do you wear to bed?

16. What's your lucky number?

17. On top or bottom?

18. Are you horny right now?

19. When I bend over do you look down my shirt?

20. How long will it take for you to get here?

Saturday, January 19, 2013

ManZilion...Do you have a clue?

Sexy Men : the very muscular handsome sexy guy on dark  grey background

Manzilions...this word might leave some of you shaking your head wondering what in the hell. Well, let me tell you. It is the equivalent to a Brazilian wax job. All nether region hair is waxed and removed...ALL of it. Including crack hair. Leaving you smooth and silky (hopefully).

Are you still shaking your head asking "Why?" This is a really hard topic to explain. Does it hurt? Sure does, for about a minute and then you're hair free. I've seen grown men cry while getting waxed. I don't want to scare you, but it's the truth.

There are lots of rumors why men choose to rid themselves of all pubic hair. Here are some...

To make the package look bigger. Less sweating. Sex can be better. And for obvious sanitary reasons.

Still not sold?

Okay. If you've been tossing around the idea about losing the pubes but aren't ready to go all out and have it waxed, give shaving a try.

Here's a warning for you first-timers. If you shave, the hair can itch when it grows back. Take care of that issue before someone thinks you have crabs. Also, hair grows back quick, like the next day so the smoothness doesn't last long. And no doubt, the consensus is, once you go bare you don't go back to hair.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Do heroes wear mustaches?

I've heard of a hero with a five o'clock shadow, but a full grown mustache? I don't think I have.

So, that's my question: Have you ever created a hero with a mustache?

Here are a few famous ones...

Tom Seleck

Burt Reynolds

Brad Pitt

Mel Gibson


What do you think? With or without a mustache?

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Stronger Relationships through a man's bed, not stomach.

Sexy_men : Young sexy heterosexual couple making love in bed
Think sex isn't important in a relationship? Better think again.

Here's what sex can do for your relationship...

1. Bonding. Do you feel super close after a romp with your partner? That's not your imagination. The brain releases feel good hormones called oxytocin, also known as the "cuddle hormone." Of course we don't finish "playing" and turn to our mate and say, "Wow, some oxytocin rush." In fact, we probably don't even care where that feeling is coming from, we just like that it feels good and we see our partner with sex-colored glasses.

2. Sexy from inside out. Who doesn't like to feel sexy? What better rush of sexiness than when your partner takes the time to slide his hand across your thigh? Your stomach? Or, when he plants kisses along the smooth trail of your curves? No matter that we all have body flaws, he isn't thinking anything but how much he wants you at that moment.

3. Boredom. How many couples switch on the TV and get lost in movie land every evening? It's easy, especially after long days at work. Instead of heading to the TV, switch something on in another area. Leave a note for your partner to meet you in the bedroom after he brushes his teeth. Slip into your fave lingerie and then slide into bed. When he climbs in and sees his package, he'll not only be pleasantly surprised, but ready to unwrap.

4. The benefits are tremendous. Not only does sex help us mentally and emotionally, but it's great for a rockin' body. It burns calories (on avergae about 170) and tightens muscles. And did you know that its been proven to lower blood pressure? So, do it for your health !

Want to read one of my books. Try this...

Zoe 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.

Double Dare by Rhonda Lee Carver


Double Dare by Rhonda Lee Carver


Copyright 2010, Rhonda Lee Carver
All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.
Jag’s eyes turned into rays of steel. Zoe knew he challenged her. What she felt wasn’t revulsion. She felt interest interest.
A healing wound wouldn’t send her running, but still, she did have human emotions. It opened a book of questions into his past. She wasn’t a stranger to battle and loss. She followed the stories of fallen soldiers and injured military closely.
His eyes were the most intense she’d ever seen. The deep irises seemed to burrow under her skin and zap her bloodstream with energy. What color were they? In the light, the hue appeared silver.
He wore his toughness like a badge. With a badass rigidity in his expression and body language, he had the mannerism of a soldier. She would’ve pegged him military even if he weren’t wearing regulation ABUs and a close haircut.
“Are you lost?” His low, gruff voice did tingly, unfamiliar things to her nipples. She’d been wrong in thinking this would be a piece of cake.In a breathy Marilyn Monroe voice she said, “I just thought you looked lonesome sitting here all by yourself.”

Double Dare by Rhonda Lee Carver


Double Dare by Rhonda Lee Carver