The Female Orgasm

What's better than a drink of water when you're parched? Or losing ten pounds of fat and gaining muscle? Or biting into a calorie-free cheeseburger with the works? An orgasm. 

As most of you already know, I enjoy researching. In fact, it's part of the writing process. The more I learn, the better writer I become--I hope. I've been working on an erotica and as my heroine reached her place of "happiness," I wondered what purpose, besides feeling like the bomb, did orgasms have. I know it's a feeling we want, need and expect during sex. The "O" is a scientific phenomenon  But what actually happens when a woman experiences this feeling?

Well, as a woman gets closer to her "O," all of the blood flow targets her vajay-jay, much like what happens when a man gets a hard-on. The walls of her vajay-jay secretes beads of lubrication. The more excited she is, the more lubrication, and the looser she gets. The opening narrows slightly, but the upper part widens. The big "O" is when the uterus, anus and vajay-jay contract at the same moment.  The biggest "O" will last about 10-15 contractions.

Only 25% of sexually active women "always" have orgasms during sex with a partner. So why are so many women missing out? Story is, their partner picks up the physical changes and assumes the big "O" has occurred, therefore, quitting too soon. Another theory, women who worry about their appearance may be less likely to relax enough to let go. If we are concerned about our cellulite, our muffin-top or if we can perform that upside-down-head-sideways-man-on-knees position we saw in a magazine, we prevent relaxation. The best thing is, forget about all of those thoughts and let the moment carry you away.

Women who have experienced the big "O" know there's a huge difference between an external and internal "O."  For some, the external "O" is better, and others enjoy the internal more. However, if you experience both at the same time, you'll be giggling in delight.

Believe it or not, the most satisfying change happens in the brain during an "O." The cuddle hormone (oxytocin) is released and makes a woman more affectionate. New moms are high on the cuddle hormone because she gets a whole bucketful when she delivers a baby. This hormone is also related to trust. Basically, we trust more when we release oxytocin.

So, there you have it. My advice, have an orgasm and have them often.

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Hump Day Sexy Tips

Hump day is here. So, do you want to head into the rest of the week with a big bang? Here are a few simple

tips...

1. Wear Red. No other color gets as much attention as red. Men notice it more. Women relate it to sexiness.    
Have a sheer red top? Have a pretty shade of lipstick? Wear them today.

2. Make eye contact. A quick glance lets someone know you're interested, but a long lingering gaze will step it up a notch. Flirting, and having it returned, boosts the ego.

3. Smile. It's cheap. It's easy. And there's nothing more beautiful than a smile.

4. Touch a man's arm when you're talking to him. It shows him you're fully engaged in the conversation. Want to take it up a level? Touch your collarbone with the tips of your fingers and slowly drag them downward to the collar of your shirt. Or, run your fingers through your hair.

5. Spray on a "little" fragrance. The rule of thumb is, if someone is three feet or more from you and they whiff your scent, then you've sprayed too much. It makes people think you're covering up odor. What you want is for those nearest to get a subtle hint of your scent.

6. Walk with confidence. No, I'm not suggesting you walk like you've grown a pair of balls. I'm saying straighten your shoulders, keep your eyes ahead and arms to your sides. No slouching please! Watch how dancers walk.

Most of all, love yourself and others won't be able to help but love you too.

Secrets of an erotic writer

I'm an erotic romance writer...

I write steamy sex scenes, yet I still blush when a stranger flirts with me.

I write awesome dialogue, yet I'm still working on narrative.

I'm great at editing another writer's work, yet I always miss the mistakes in my own.

I'm a friendly person, yet I have a hard time promoting my books.

I've sold over ten contracts, yet I'm scared I'll never get another.

I don't pay much attention to bad reviews, yet the good ones always make me tingle.

I understand passive language, yet it always ends up in my work.

I love my editor's help, yet I still get pissed time to time.

I have a very strong mind, yet my characters rule.

I love to wear sexy lingerie, yet my favorite clothes are my jammies.

Writers as Loners

I used to laugh when I'd hear someone say, "Writers are lonely people--by choice."

Now I understand this, and I think I know why it makes sense.

The urge to write is an addiction. Once I start on a book, I have a need to write the next line, the next chapter, the next sex scene, the next conflict...you get my drift. It's a driving force that I can't quite put into words. My mind is wrapped in the story, how I want my characters to act and feel and how I want the story line to unfold. Writers absorb everything like a dry sponge. Outside influences can ooze into the places of our mind and dirty-up our story. I've told everyone around me that anything they say or do can be "used" in a book. I've written characters around one person. I have a list of people I'd like to use as a villain. I consider this a challenge, writing a real person into my book and then "faking" them up enough so that they're a "real" character. Does that make sense?

Okay, back to writers as loners. I'm not saying that we are anti-social (some writers say they are). We just like to be left alone. When I have the urge to write, I want to ease that desire instantly. There's nothing worse than "needing" to complete a scene and you're interrupted. Sometimes it's difficult to dive back into your scene. Ever been disturbed during sex? So, you know what I mean...

I compare the insanity of the writing addiction to the strong urge to pee. If you hold it long enough, the urge slowly turns into pain. Then when you finally release the pee, it's a tingly sensation that feels a lot like an orgasm. 

Strange Sex Gadgets

There are many gadgets on the market that can make a person shake their head in disbelief. These are some of those things...

1. Want to lube up parts of your body without touching anything. Try Hands-Free Luber. It's an automatic lube dispenser that you stick your hands or body part underneath and you get lubed. Question is...one drip or two? Another question...if you don't want to touch a lube container, then would you be okay touching body fluids? Hmm...

2. Ever go down "south" and come away with a few hairs stuck between your teeth? *cringing* Pube-Be-Gone is a spray to rid your mouth of bodily fluids and yes, that prior mentioned pubic hair. Oh, and it makes your mouth minty fresh. Problem is, who the hell would have so much hair "down there" that it'd get stuck between your teeth? And if your licking parts that make your breath smell, you may want to skip the breath spray and go straight for a wet washcloth and a bar of soap.

3. How many times have we forgotten that we have a tampon in? Well, no more worries. The Tampinder saves the day. The device, worn on the wrist, beeps to let you know that you have a tampon in; therefore, you won't make the mistake of sticking something else in there at the same time. If a woman's memory gets this bad that she needs a tampon beeper I'd say go for a pad. Visual = remembering.

4. Don't like your man to ejaculate inside because of the mess? You'll love the Spuge-off. Like a mini vacuum, it sucks the sperm up. Here's a problem. Where does the fluid go? In a plastic compartment. Yum! Doesn't that sound much cleaner?!?

5. Condom break? Pull-out failure? Time to reach for the Royal Flush. It looks like an enema apparatus, but no fear, it fits inside the vajay-jay and pumps a solution in that kills all swimmers. Is the Royal Flush a much fancier name for a douche? No...the Royal Flush gadget is eco-friendly.

There you have it folks. A list of products that I'm sure you'll want to run out and get.

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Sex toys I bet you didn't know you have

If you have an awesome sex life and have never, ever used a sex toy...that's great. You may want to stop right here and go about your day. For those who have tried sex toys, or would like to adventure into using them, please continue.  But, be prepared to giggle. Sex can be a laughing matter...and fun.

There are many "toy" sites where one can go to buy items from a dildo to anal beads to tingling creams. I write erotica and I still blush at some of the creations I see. Most of these gadgets I wouldn't waste my time or money on. But to each his/her own...

Have you ever been in a playful mood and wanted to experiment? Here are some things around the house that may remind you of those expensive toys from popular sites.

1. Before vibrators were born, what did women use? I'm going to guess they used a pulsating shower head, or a multi-dial head. I bet this is still the go-to gadget in a time of desperate need.

2. The washer and dryer. Warmth, vibrating, spin cycle and the perfect height. Washing laundry will never have the same meaning.

3. Cell phone. Sexting has become popular. Have you ever sent your lover a hot text? Or, have you taken a picture of yourself and sent it? Here are tips: don't include your face and don't get a full naked body shot. It's much sexier to give him a glimpse of your breasts, your bottom or other places.

4. Back massager--available at any store. I bet my eye teeth that they aren't used by most people for back only.Bonus: Big handles and nubs.

5. Electric toothbrush. Designed for those hard to reach areas. Soft bristles for comfort. A handle for support. Rechargeable for less battery usage. Some even have nubby backs. Hard on tartar but easy on the lips.

6. Silky scarfs or blankets. Who doesn't love soft material against their skin? Especially when naked? Lay on a soft blanket or use it to rub those areas of the body that are sensitive.

Moments of Clarity

Have you ever been watching a movie, standing in line at the grocery or listening to someone talk and suddenly you think to yourself, "Damn, I'm a lucky woman?" That happens to me a lot. This morning I was standing in the grocery line and I looked at my hubby and my heart flooded with emotion. How did I get so lucky? Well, honestly, it wasn't too long ago that I had a momentary loss of appreciation and did the unthinkable. No, I didn't cheat (just wouldn't happen). I asked my hubby for a divorce.

Okay... many couples get a divorce, but not when you have a great relationship like we did. Even the sex was awesome.  So what the hell was I thinking? I'll tell you, after two babies and fifteen years of togetherness, I stopped appreciating what I had. Yes, I meant to use "I" in that last sentence. My husband was affectionate, giving, kind and sexy. He still is. Every time we passed, whether down the hall, in the kitchen, or in a public place, he'd reach out and touch me. He always told me he loved me. He cooked and cleaned and rubbed my feet many nights.

Do you get what I'm saying yet?

We can have it all and still want more.

Sure, my sweetie and I are together and happier than ever. What changed? There was a short period of time when I didn't have him in my life. Did we both grow from our circumstance? You betcha. The grass is never greener on the other side. He's forgiven me for asking for a divorce, and therefore, I've forgiven him for actually believing me when I said the words.

How does this make me a better writer? I believe in love. I've lived my own romance tale. I'm still living a romantic love life.  I write characters who have lost, whether in love or life. I write second chances. None of my characters are perfect, but they do perfect love.

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A tumble down the stairs lands Carly back in the arms of her ex-husband.

After the loss of a child tears her marriage apart, Carly vows she’ll never speak to her soon-to-be ex-husband Chance again. On the eve of their divorce, however, Carly takes a stroll down memory lane and calls Chance.

A passionate one night stand between the two is shattered by cruel light of morning. With reality having set back in, Carly admits to Chance she made a mistake, forcing him to come to grips that there is no hope left for their marriage.

Fate has other plans for them. Carly’s fall down some stairs leaves her with amnesia…but that’s only the start of it.

Can deception bring a second chance at love or will it forever destroy an already broken marriage?

Content warning, graphic language, adult content.

2-minute climax talk

We're all about getting the biggest bang for the buck. If we aren't 100% into something why do it? Same for climaxing...why not get the best possible one?

Here are some fun facts...

1. A woman needs at least 30-60 minutes of foreplay to get warmed up.
2. Never "play" without moisture. Repeated rubbing causes chafing. Not good.
3. Touching on the "outside" and penetration at the same time will give a woman the best climax.
4. Let a woman know just how sexy she is to you. That gives her the motivation to open up.

Anal...you say?

I'm an erotica writer so that should tell you I love sex scenes. Hotter the better. I also love reading a good naughty scene that sticks in my mind through the day. If a writer is good enough, I'll have a crush on the author for a day or two.

I've even read some great same-sex scenes, I just don't write them. Not to say I never will, but just not now. I'm not one to say that a writer should place limitations on how "far" they'll go in a sex scene, but I can say, there are just some things I don't write...at least not yet.

I was editing Second Ride Cowboy, I came to a heated scene, and as written, Duke turned Lila around and bent her over the chair and had backdoor pleasure. Some of you may shrug and say, "okay, and?!?" Problem is, I don't write backdoor pleasure. Some writers do, some don't. I'm not for it or against it. I love experimenting, but my hero and heroine don't have to do "everything." If my readers want to imagine that he enters her somewhere besides the vajay-jay, then I'm doing what I set out to do as a writer--embellish your fantasy. Why don't I write "backdoor-booty-call"? Most of my characters are going through a "dry-spell" and when they meet this is usually the first time in a long time for each of them. I'm not saying all of my characters are" involuntarily" celibate, but most are for different reasons, mainly because of a traumatic event. For instance, Duke was in a coma for eighteen months. No sex happening there. In With Honor, Shawn was deployed in Iraq. No sex there, at least with a partner. So, back to my point, in my stories my characters are full of need and desire, at the same time overcoming events in their lives. And simply put, if the "frontdoor" is unused and becomes tight, well, the "backdoor" would be quite hard to open--in my opinion.  I know, I know, it's fantasy. But, here is another thought, when a couple explores the "backdoor" the "tool" can't be stuck in other openings. And honestly, I don't find it sexy if the heroine must tell the hero, "Go wash then come back."

Sure, there are scenes in my books that other writers probably cringe at also. Example, my heroines swallow. They also don't mind kissing the hero after he has visited downtown. Different opinions make the world go around.

So, no, you won't find anal sex in Second Ride Cowboy. If it would have fit, no pun intended, I would have kept it--but it just didn't.

Are there any sex scenes that make you cringe? I'm curious...

Hands, ass and eyes and a Firefighter

I finished up edits on Second Ride Cowboy and after swiping away tears, I grinned from ear to ear. Another tortured soul that will release this year. Well, my author brand is men who are emotionally or physically broken. Through trial and error, and with the help of a saucy, sexy siren, by the end of the story they are mended (not perfect *barf*) enough that they can say, in most endings, "I do."  It was not my intention to set out writing rough and tough, and mean as hell, men. I just like them...or rather, I love writing them. Although several of my heroes had money, most are your average hard worker--firefighter, military, rancher, law enforcement, detective--sorta man. He doesn't mind getting his hands dirty, but he's more than happy to wash them for the heroine. Maybe I like these men because a sweaty, toned body is sexy. I'll let you in on a little secret of mine, but shhhh, promise not to tell anyone. I love large, rough hands (minus the dirt, yet callouses are acceptable). Hands are right up there next to ass and eyes. Do I sound crude? Now, if I said I like big, uhh, tools...then you can call me "crude." Most importantly, all of my heroes have one large muscle that is known for "lovemaking." The heart. What were you thinking? *shaking my head* He must, MUsT, MUST be kind.

What sorta hero do you like?

Words for sexually-minded people

As a writer I'm supposed to be creative, but there are times I'm stumped. I'm typing away, "He gently laid her upon the silken sheets as her fingers found his hard--" !?!?!? Oh brother...my brain encounters a hurdle. It's not that I can't come up with a name for a man's male part. In fact, I have a few select words I could choose to fill in the blank. Sometimes I just wonder what readers would do if I called his member a cucumber or sausage? Or maybe a stick or club? Would they stop and hit delete, moving on to the next writer's book who uses penis as a description? No, I don't plan on ever using "sausage" to describe a man. Or "cucumber." Readers are safe.

There are some words that can never be considered sexy. For instance, if I wrote, "Jack slipped her panties over her ankles, tossed them over his shoulder then positioned himself for the sexual seesaw." This is an actual sexual position. It consists of 360-degree turns, like a helicopter's propeller would spin, over your body. Or, how about this line, "Bend over and brace yourself, sweetheart. I'm going to wanton wheelbarrow you like no other." Here's my thought, and just a thought that is, why would anyone want to have their ass stuck up in the air, one leg lifted at an odd angle and the other on the floor, while your head is braced on the bed with your man behind you. Umm--okay, I don't get the fun in that. Maybe the "funny," but not the "fun."

Making love is beautiful, yet the slang terms for a man's "parts" are downright nasty. Wiener, pecker, thing, tool, package...these are some of the more elegant names. Oh, oh!! Here's a good one. Shaft. I've used that a few times. Here are some funnier ones: cack, schlong, pud and chub. Did you know you can buy a book on the penis for your coffee table? It could be a great conversation starter.

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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

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.

Instant gratification and the heart

The best interview question I've ever been asked was, "Do romance writers have the best relationships?" Clearly the reason for this question, as romance writers we write love, characters with the ability to communicate and solve problems and sex, sex, and more sex. What's not to like? Right? How did I answer the question? Well, basically, this is what I said, "I can't speak for everyone but I believe that I've learned what works in romance novels can work in real-life romance too. Equality comes in communication, kindness, fidelity and sex. With those four things, how can we go wrong?" I'm certainly not an expert in relationships. After all, I've failed, but I also believe in second chances. My hubby and I are an example of second chances. I've even written several books on this topic: Second Chance Cowboy and the sequel, Second Ride Cowboy (Releasing in August 2013).

As humans we are never satisfied with anything. Our gratitude for things has a short life span. We always want more and more...and better. So our relationships aren't any different.  At the same time, we want unity and a relationship...we just want it perfect; therefore, putting way too much pressure on our shoulders to have a relationship work. We live in a society where instant gratification isn't a gift but an expectation. Sometimes couples find it easier to walk away than to take the time to put all of the pieces of the puzzle back together.

Relationships take lots of work, so why not make the "job" a whole helluva lot more exciting? Here are some fun little tricks to keep the excitement lit.

1. Take a mini vaca. The point is to get away and relax. Concentrate on one another away from the stress.

2. Candlelight dinner. Traditionally, candlelight dinners have always been romantic. They still are.

3. Massages. Surprise him by asking him to roll over onto his stomach then knead the stress right out of his muscles and mind...then allow "things" to happen.

4. Sexting for adults. Sure, go ahead, send a naughty message to your partner. And if you're feeling a bit friskier, send a sexy pic. It doesn't have to be a fully exposed shot. A glimpse of cleavage, a pose showing thigh, sporting bra and thong...you get what I'm saying.

5. Couples who cook together, stay together. I don't know if that's true, but I have a fascination for with men who can whip up something in the kitchen. On a leisure afternoon, spend it creating a meal that you can later enjoy together.

6. Take a bath together. I know, you see this a lot in romantic movies. Yet, think about it, slick bodies, washing each other's back, warm water and lot candles. Sexy!

7. Talk dirty. Open up and tell your partner what you want to experience. Telling doesn't mean doing...but I like to call it verbal foreplay.

8. Take a trip to the vineyard. Wine is associated with romance. This may not sound like an exciting date to some, but don't knock it until you've tried it. You'd be surprised how sampling wine with a lover can induce excitement.

9. Ride it. Uh-hm...take this however you want, but I'm suggesting a roller coaster. Get your adrenaline pumping with your partner.

10. Dance. Holding each other while listening to a love song evokes strong emotion. Dancing can also be a sexy turn-on. Grin your hips without inhibition. Run your fingers through your hair. Move to the beat of a fast song. I'll bet he won't be able to keep his eyes off you.

11. Watch a romantic movie, or one that sends a message of how lucky you both are to have one another. Movies that show a couple happy, then lose one another, then get back together after a life lesson actually can ignite appreciation within us.

Releasing May 6, 2013.

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

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How do you get your juices flowing?

Many writers have certain motivations that get their writing juices flowing. From music to food, to pictures to movies...the list is endless. Locked in my writing cave, there are certain requirements I must have. Chocolate, sexy music and no talking. Once upon a time, I couldn't listen to music while I wrote because it was too much of a distraction; however, I found that some music actually motivates me instead of annoying me. It just took me some time to find the right songs.

If you're a music lover and like sexy songs to encourage sweet loving, here are some great songs that I love to listen to. Any of these will get you in the mood.

1. Nothing Even Matters Lauryn Hill & D'Angelo
2. Sex on Fire Kings of Leon
3. Cockiness Rihanna
4. Knockin on Heaven's Door Guns N' Roses
5. I'll Make Love To You Boys II Men
6. It Will Rain Bruno Mars (Anything Bruno works for me)
7. Lips Of An Angel Hinder
8. A Thousand Years Christina Perri
9. Someone Like You Adele
10. These Arms of Mine Otis Redding
11. Turn Your Lights Down Low Bob Marley
12. Doin' it  LL Cool J
13. No Diggity Blackstree
14. Pony Ginuwine
15. Battery Metallica
16. Bump N' Grind R. Kelly
17. Slow Hand Conway Twitty
18. Do Ya Think I'm Sexy Rod Stewart
19. Urgent Foreigner
20. You Shook Me All Night Long AC/DC

I could go on and on and on...

What song would you add to the list??

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Jewel of the Night

Rose Donahue wants a peaceful life, but tranquility is the last thing she’ll get when the sexy, powerful Detective Clay Walker crashes into her life—literally. Clay holds secrets to her past and it will throw them into a whirlwind of betrayal and intrigue. Chasing after a murderer and a precious blue diamond worth millions, they find themselves encased in more than just a criminal case. They find danger in the form of passion. Will Clay cross the line from protector to lover? Will Rose deny herself the delicious magnetism that draws her to Clay? Love will shine as brilliantly as a fine cut jewel.

(Pages 225) Spicy

Excerpt:

“Your husband got involved with a powerful group of people known quite well for their illegal dealings. From what I can figure up to this point, Donahue got into some trouble financially before the accident, gambling debt and business mistakes, and borrowed money from the wrong person. Delano Roberts is a loan shark.” He paused for a second. “When Donahue couldn’t pay Roberts back, he started devising a plan to keep himself alive. And what better way to take yourself out of the equation than by faking your own death?”

“Wouldn’t I have suspected him of doing something illegal, Detective?”

He looked her straight in the eye, “Would you?”

“Well, your five minutes is up.”

“Damn, woman. Haven’t you heard a word I’ve said?” He jumped up from the stool and heard the cracking of wood as the legs split in half. “Add it to my bill.”

“I’ve heard every word you’ve said and now I want you to leave, Detective.” She didn’t make eye contact with him. She didn’t want him to see her fear.

He ran a hand over his hair. “Rose, listen to me. Your husband wasn’t alone in this crime. You’ve been on my list of suspects since I started tracking Donahue.”

Her back stiffened. Enough. “I’m innocent, and so is my late husband.”

“Then help me, cooperate, prove your words are true.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“Tell me everything you know regarding your husband, where he could be staying, who his friends are.”

“You’re wasting your time, Detective.”

Man 101

As I was researching material for my latest work-in-progress (regarding how often women compliment their man) I started wondering...how often do I compliment my man? Not enough, I assure you. However, how often does he compliment me? I'm a lucky gal, that's all I can say. And I lap it up like chocolate.

I can think of one reason why I should compliment my guy and often. There is nothing sexier than a smile. But compliments can't just happen for no reason. You need a perfect compliment for the right moment.

1. Ask a guy his opinion then thank him, and be sure to add a wink and a smile to make him feel like his chest is pumped.

2. Did he wash laundry? Pick up after himself? Put down the toilet seat? Tell him how appreciative you are. Not because he deserves a thank you for helping, but just let him know you do notice when he does awesome things.

3. His body. So what if you can't bounce a quarter off his stomach...can he off yours? LOL. It's not happening on this tummy, either. But there are many things that I love about my man's body.And I love knowing that he knows that I notice.

4. Other women notice him. Yes, it happens...a lot. There's nothing that can make a woman sit up and take notice quicker than another woman examining her man. Most women probably don't get jealous when her man is appreciated by another. In fact, it gives her a boost of pride; therefore, giving her flash reality that another woman would be glad to take him off her hands. Not going to happen...moving on...

5.  Laugh at his jokes. So what if he couldn't do stand up, at least he has a sense of humor. Imagine the poor man who has none? Need I say more?

6. Does he work it? In bed? If you have a man who knows how to please between the sheets, well then, tell him often because he'll get a big head...in many ways.

7. His ability to protect you. Sure, we live in modern times and most women don't need protected, but men are socialized to protect their family. They feel good knowing they could slay the dragon if necessary. Run your hands down his arms and in your most seductive voice, say, "I bet you're good with these guns." Cheesy as it sounds, I bet he smiles.

8. Stare at him. Please don't do a stalker-ish stare that creeps him out. I'm talking about subtle peeks, yet not-so-subtle. Crawl your gaze over his body then subtly lick your lips. You'll get more than a smile and a wink. You'll get a standing ovation (if you know what I mean).

9. Compliment him to friends while he's around. Most men think women bash him to their friends. That all we do is put him down for not helping around the house. So, combat this belief by letting him overhear you ringing his bell to your friends. And if you sometimes complain to your friends that he leaves his dirty socks on the floor, be sure to never tell him.

10. How talented is he? Does he cook? I think men who know their way around a cutting board are sexy. Does he craft wood? He must be sexy with his hands. Does he paint? I bet he's sexy when he concentrates on his art. Whatever he does, compliment him.

The secret is, don't starch his feathers with a fake compliment. It must hold meaning and be the truth. Otherwise, you'll lose your credibility.

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Rhonda Lee Carver


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What do men want?!?

I'm no expert on what men want. Considering that I write heroes, I'd like to think I know a little about what speeds through their minds.

1. Talk like a man. No, I don't mean lower your voice and talk in deeper tones. Have you ever been talking to your man about something important and they give you about five minutes of their attention and then you notice their eyes start to wander? Whenever telling them a story, cut out the small details and highlight the important information  Simplify it into black and white. Not that he isn't smart enough to understand complex, but he just wants  to get to the point quick.

2. Cuddle him. Women are known for being the cuddle-rs, but men like it too. Grab his hand. Kiss him when he least expects it. Any non-sexual form of attention. Too bad men are socialized to hide their desire for affection.We may need to guide him down the path of PDA with gentleness and patience.

3. Tell him that he did a great job. Everyone likes to be told they are appreciated. Show him how valued he is.

4. Sense of humor. Did you know that men find a woman's sense of humor as sexy as he finds her body? So go ahead, laugh with him and at him.

5. Asks what he wants. He may be afraid to tell you what he wants because he thinks you'll get mad. And, his goal, believe it or not, is to please you. Ask him what he likes, especially in bed. Overcoming inhibitions brings couples closer, not to mention that having someone doing exactly what you like brings much pleasure. Pleasuring the one you love is an ego boosts, and will increase his libido.

6.Tell him what you want. Same as asking him what he wants, don't be afraid to tell him what your expectations are. Pleasure is a two way street.

Enjoy one another!!

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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.

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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.

Trash Mouth

We've all been guilty of "trash mouth." You know, using profanity for no reason. Did you know that 64% of American's use the word F$#@? How did researchers find this to be true? Anyway, I've been known to use it a time or two. The more I try to stop, because I don't particularly like the word, the less effective I am with controlling it. It's one of those words that seem to spill out so easily. Stub a toe. F$#@*!! Smash the fender on your vehicle. F$%^!! Lose a hundred dollars. F&*%!! F&^%!!

Is my intention to offend anyone? Heck no. If I meant to hurt someone, I'd say more than f&^%. I have a folder inside my head where I keep a list of words saved for the a**holes of the world. Honestly, I don't use that memory folder often. Mostly, I get along with everyone. I may have a potty mouth once in a while, but hey, at least I'm honest. I'm admitting to it.

Sometimes in stories we expect the characters to have potty mouth. You know the meaning behind, "Cusses like a sailor." It's true. Write about military men and you're bound to have colorful language. Tick off a sassy heroine and you may be shot with the gun of profanity. Writers just have to balance characters out...good and bad.




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.

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.”

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