Wednesday, February 27, 2013

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

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.”

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