Monday, February 18, 2013

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.
Dreaming Ivy by Rhonda Lee Carver

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?
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, 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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