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
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.
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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