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Madison J Edwards

When Beth Sanders attends Club Breathless, Jonah Carter is immediately attracted to her. He realizes she’s new to the Dominant / submissive world and normally that would deter him, but there’s something about this seemingly demure woman that piques his interest and soon his curiosity sets events in motion that will change his life forever.

Beth wants a man to love her for herself and she’s always harbored a secret fantasy about being bound and helpless at her lover’s hand. Friends invite her to Club Breathless to learn more about the Dominant / submissive lifestyle and Beth relishes the submissive role. It also helps that one of the more experienced Dungeon Masters participates in her training. She’d love to know which of the more experienced Doms brings all her fantasies to life, but he demands that she remain blindfolded for all sessions.

Sparks fly when Beth discovers the truth about her secret Dom, who happens to be her boss, Jonah Carter.

Excerpt:

She grabbed her purse and coat, turning when Jonah entered the office. He closed the door behind him and then helped her shrug into the jacket. His hands were warm on her shoulders and for a moment Beth found herself wanting to lean into his arms. His cologne tickled her senses and it may have been just wishful thinking, but he reminded her of Sir. When he squeezed her shoulders softly she almost believed he wanted her to lean back as well

Then reality knocked on her brain. This was her boss and even though he was drop dead sexy and her insides twisted whenever he spoke, he was only taking her to dinner because he felt guilty for making her work so long.

“Are you ready?” When she nodded in the affirmative, he quirked one eyebrow and asked. “Cat got your tongue, Miss Sanders?”

Beth coughed in surprise. “No, I mean yes, sir. I’m ready.”

Flustered, she whirled around and headed for the elevator. She’d never noticed how tiny the elevator carriage was before, but with Jonah standing just a shade behind her Beth felt as if all the air had been squeezed out of the room. Awareness coiled in her stomach and she wondered if she’d survive the sixty floor ride down to the lobby. As the doors slid closed, Jonah murmured in her ear. “It’s all right, Miss Sanders. I won’t bite. Hard.”

****

She fidgeted. Ever since they arrived at the restaurant and ordered their meal. Her nerves were stretched painfully thin and although the salmon looked and smelled wonderful, she tasted nothing. The only thing she could handle was wine, and it was going down smoother and smoother.

What exactly did he mean by ‘he wouldn’t bite — hard?’

He looked very relaxed, all handsome and dashing with his cobalt blue silk tie loosened around his neck and the top button of his shirt undone. His strong collarbone looked golden and tasty. Boy, she’d love to run her fingertips along his jaw line and make him smile, just so she could dip her tongue in that lovely dimple beside his mouth. A sensuous mouth with firm, full lips which must have been created by the god of kissing.

Lost in thought, she stared at those firm, sensuous lips and bit hers, imaging his beautiful mouth roaming all over her body.

“Miss Sanders.”

Beth raised her gaze to meet his. In the subdued light his face looked savagely beautiful, like an avenging angel. His midnight eyes pinned her to the seat. “Miss Sanders, if you keep looking at me like that, I might get the impression you were coming on to me.”

Normally Beth would have flushed straight from her chest to the roots of her hair at a comment like that, but tonight the wine on an empty stomach got the best of her. Tonight she was Beth from Club Breathless. How would Mr. Jonah Carter handle that Beth?

He’d probably run for the hills.

She speared a piece of salmon and waved it around on the fork. “Maybe I was.” The tiny sliver of fish was popped into her mouth and for the first time that night she tasted flavours. The salmon really did taste as good as it looked. Shoot. She should have flirted with Mr. Jonah Carter earlier.

He took a sip of his Bourbon and leaned back against the seat in their private booth, assessing her with those all seeing eyes. He looked like…Beth scrambled around in her wine muddled brain to find the best descriptor. He looked like a panther. Yes, a coal black, dangerous panther. Seemingly all relaxed when in reality he was coiled, ready to pounce, oozing restrained power. Restrained sexuality.

A small sigh escaped her.

“Mr. Jonah Carter?”

Jonah’s mouth lifted at the use of his full name. “Yes, Miss Sanders.”

“Do you think I’m an overweight cow?”

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About the Author:

By day Madison works in a busy Human Resource office of a local police service. By night she transforms into a bestselling erotic author. She is fluent in Starbucks Spanish and when she’s not in front of her computer sipping a non-fat, no foam latte, she loves to spend time with friends and family, amazing them with her recall of completely nonsensical trivia.

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Ghosts are sexy too

Society is fascinated with ghosts. I love watching a good paranormal film. For instance, how the hell did Paranomal scare the s*$# out of me? Isn't it interesting how leaving a lot to the imagination makes everything more appealing? In fact, I'd rather watch a sensual movie that allows my imagination to wonder than a porn that throws everything out in the open. Too much info...if you know what I mean.

Okay, let's talk books. As I was writing Castle's Fortress I had no clue where this book would lead. Yup, you heard right...I wasn't in control. My characters are always superior and I'm submissive. I started Chapter One with a vague scene...young children in a haunted house--the kids grow up as hero and heroine. Then this image needled its way inside my mind. A stringy-haired, red-eyed, pale-faced...ghost. I saw her (in my mind's eye) standing in the corner with her mouth agape and blood dripping down her face. I knew I had to use her, but even then I didn't know what her character's importance would be. I can't give away the story, but I will say that she plays a significant role as heroine in her own right.

On the cover of Castle's Fortress, look close and you'll see the shadow standing in the window. Does it send goosebumps down your spine? I hope you'll pick up this story. What a wonderful mix of love, sensuality and spook.

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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.

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.

A Lyrical Press Paranormal Romance

Excerpt:

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.”

Are you a licker or a biter?

As winter is coming to an end, or at least I hope, the weather will begin to warm. As heat rises I believe most people get a craving for ice cold drinks, picnic foods and ice cream. On a hot day when my body feels like it's on fire, nothing is more soothing than an ice cream cone. My fave flavor is, well, I haven't tried a flavor I don't like, but I'd go for chocolate beast. Have you ever watched people eat ice cream? Some lick the dessert and some are biters. Which are you?

I think ice cream is made to lick. Tongues are a perfect body part to use in lapping up something delicious. In fact, licking ice cream is historically known for being sexy. Licking means we can take our time, enjoy the flavor.Biting seems to be for the person who just can't seem to stop and enjoy. Some mix it up a bit. Nibble here and lick there.

Do you prefer your ice cream in a bowl or cone? Waffle or sugar? Two scoops or three? Soft or hard? So many choices...

So, what's your flavor?

Castle’s Fortress by Rhonda Lee Carver

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

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.

A Lyrical Press Paranormal Romance

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Do you believe in aliens?

Do you believe in aliens? After watching the new movie, Dark Skies, it was pretty convincing that there could other life in the universe other than the human race. I’m a writer so I have an open, creative mind and I’ve thought up a lot stranger things than aliens. With that said, whether you believe or not, I bet we’ve all wondered a few times. Strange lights in the sky…shadows down a darkened hall…mysterious bites on our body non-related to spiders or kinky sex…a partner who suddenly wakes up acting ridiculous…

Exactly how many people believe in aliens? More than a third of America believes. That’s a lot considering that’s about (if my calculations are correct) 80 million people.  79% of the population believes the government is hiding facts about aliens.

If an alien knocked on your door, what would you do? Would you grab a gun and shoot? I’m no expert but I bet an alien would be protected by some invisible wall. What if the creature wanted to take you aboard the spaceship and run tests on you, but promise to bring you back when they’ve found everything they need to know? If an alien penetrated my thoughts I could imagine it would be quite flabbergasted. I wonder if aliens even understand what sex is.

So…do you believe or not?

Dreaming Ivy by Rhonda Lee Carver

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.

A Lyrical Press Paranormal Romance

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Excerpt:

Copyright 2012, Rhonda Lee Carver

All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.

EIvy 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 Copyright 2012, Rhonda Lee Carver

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EIvy 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.

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.

15 facts I bet you didn't know about porn...

Erotica has existed since the beginning of time. This large industry has branched out since the invention of the internet. Porn ranges from sensual to trashy, from soft to hard. Even R rated movies, that once were considered x-rated, show scenes that border on porn. The tale is, that almost every computer, no matter who the owner is, will have some form of porn in its history. Do you think it's true? If someone searched through my computer's  history I can only imagine what they would think. 

Here are some things that you may or may not know about porn:

1. Every second $3,075.00 is being spent on porn

2. Every second 28,258 internet users are online looking at porn

3. Every 39 minutes a new porn movie is being made

4. Most women porn stars wear a size 34B in bra

5. The average height of a male is 5'10 and women are 5'5

6. The average female star is 117 pounds, 48 pounds lighter than the average female

7. The average male star weighs in about 167 pounds, 27 pounds lighter than the average male

8. The breakdown for hair color for a porn star is: 22.5% black, 39.1% brown, 32.7% blonde and 5.3% red. Blonde isn't the most popular like most people would probably guess.

9. 70.5% of porn stars are caucasian

10. 22 is the average age a woman starts porn, for men it's 24

11. California is the birthplace of more than one-third of all porn stars

12. The most popular name among porn stars is Chloe and David for men

13. The most popular last name for both male and female is Lee

14. 43% of porn stars have body piercings

15. 45.5% have body art

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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.

A Lyrical Press Paranormal Romance

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.

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Werewolves

I have a sort-of naughty confession. I am fascinated with vampires and werewolves. It used to be military men ( world of difference). I’m neck-deep in edits at the moment, but every chance I get I’m visiting my newest work-in-progress. It doesn’t have a name yet, but it’s about a Wolf and his mate. The first chapter is full of blood and guts. I guess that isn’t your usual run of the mill romance. So, why do I have this captivation with these hairy, larger-than-life creatures? I’m not the only one with the appeal. Twilight didn’t sell oogles of books just for the vampires, although Jacob did play second fiddle to Edward. They have unusual strength, speed, reflexes and senses. Wouldn’t that be cool? They are shape shifters. Wolves at night and human during the day. Maybe it’s the mystery that holds the fascination? Their eyes are mystical. Their story is magical. 

Out of all of the fantasy creatures, which is your favorite?

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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?

Delaney’s Sunrise by Rhonda Lee

Excerpt:

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.

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Sex Scenes

Have you ever watched a movie and thought, "Damn, I'll never forget that sexy scene,"?

Here are some that stick out in my mind when I think of sexy scenes.

When Harry Met Sally: You know the scene where she shows Harry just how easy a woman can fake a big O.

 9 1/2 Weeks was full of memorable scenes that could make anyone tremble in need. This was one...

The Lucky One could make the coldest of hearts believe in love again. When she crawls upon his lap and straddles him, lust isn't the only thing that pops up.

Dirty Dancing. A man who can move his hips as smooth as Patrick did in DD...well, need I say more?

Flashdance. What is sexier than a beautiful woman removing her bra by slipping it out from her shirt? Smooth and sexy.

Tame a bad boy

My latest work-in-progress has a bad-ass who needs taming. Question is, "Can bad boys be tamed?" Maybe a bigger question is, "Why do women like bad boys?"

Women don't choose bad boys over nice guys. Women like an even balance of  naughty and nice. Can't the same thing be said for a man's choice in a woman? He wants a lady but a freak in bed? Exactly... Being too nice can be a sign of weakness, and a big turn off. Why? I'd say it has a lot to do with the saying, If something seems too good to be true, it probably is. If a woman sees that a man has flaws, we believe we can change him. If he appears "too nice" there's nothing left to change, or rather, we can't change him to be what we want him to be. Does this fit? Hell if I know. Anyway...

So men, here are some tips. Please don't think you have to be an ass to get the girl. We don't like assholes. We like men who are confident. Big difference. Don't be afraid to disagree with her. Nothing can be more annoying than having someone agree with everything we do or say.

I haven't met a woman yet who doesn't like a man with a sense of humor. Teasing is flirtatious, and a huge plus. Just be sure it's playful. Be careful though.There are some areas you should stay clear of. Our age and weight are two of those things.

Dates don't have to be elaborate. There is a rule of thumb: The first two or three dates should be get-to-know-you simple dates. Coffee at a nice quiet shop. A long walk with lovely surroundings. Possibly even pizza and beer. After you've gotten to know her, then comes the fancy date. Expensive dinner and a nice gift. to show that you're starting (or do) care.

Do not go overboard with compliments. Telling her that she looks beautiful or lovely is enough to make her smile. Anything more and it takes the mystery out of your thoughts. A woman would rather be complimented once from the heart than many times as if you say it to everyone.

If you want a second date, ask her. There doesn't have to be a long pause between calls or seeing each other again. As long as you're not rushing the relationship, or forcing it, we like to know you are anxious to see us again.

I hope you'll check out my Books.


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.

Copyright 2012, Rhonda Lee Carver

All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.

EIvy 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.

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