Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Older men, better lovers?!?

He quickly rid his body of clothes and crawled atop her. She brushes her fingers over rippled flesh, down to the tight ass she'd wanted to touch for months. Closing her eyes, she anticipated the moment he'd bring her to... Her eyes come open. He was already between her legs. Wha? Not yet!  Barely ready, she wanted foreplay. Pump, pump, pumpity-pump. Two minutes later, he rolled over and smiled. "Wow...I hope that was as good for you as it was for me. Wanna play a video game?"

Okay, I'm being dramatic and probably unfair to most young male lovers. Right? But let's face it, young people might have tighter muscles as a reward of youth, but seasoned men and women have the mojo juice they've earned from experience.

Why do young women search out older, distinguished gentleman? Yeah--probably a thick wallet--but there's something more that he can offer. In bed, he knows what to do, how to do it, and how long to do it. And men over 40 are getting their groove on more than ever. Exciting, huh? Older men take great effort in pleasing the one they're with, and they have ultimate control when it counts.

Advantages to older men;

1. He's less likely to play mind games (or videogames right after sex :))

2. Experience=a silent prayer from a lover.

3. Vocal in bed, which means he'll tell you what he wants and how he wants it. That's sexy.

4. Realizes a woman needs foreplay before the big bang. It can take a woman 20 minutes to reach the big O and a man only 3 minutes. Now you see how important foreplay is?

5. Ages like a fine wine.

Here are examples of sexy aging men...




Now tell me you'd throw any of them out of your bed because they have silver/pepper hair...

Monday, June 9, 2014

Guest...Samantha Holt

I'm excited to welcome the fabulous Samantha Holt.

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To Dream of a Highlander
Samantha Holt
Blurb:

Scotland, 1230
Sent on a rescue mission, Finn Mac Chaluim is prepared to do his duty, hand over the lass and return home.
But fate has other ideas.
In the midst of a Norse invasion, Catriona barely escapes with her life. Masquerading as her sister, she finds herself in the hands of Finn who intends to hand her over to her sister’s betrothed, Laird Gillean. In the interests of bringing peace to her home, Catriona is determined to continue the ruse—even if it means going along with the marriage and denying her growing attraction to a man who keeps his hurts hidden behind a quick grin.
If the green faery, Tèile, has anything to do with it, Catriona and Finn will come together—but only at the right time. Thanks to her last attempt at matchmaking, many paths were changed and now it’s up to her to put it right. Can she help Finn— who learned the hard way that sharing your life with someone only leads to heartache—get past his doubts? And will the battle-scarred Catriona even accept him into her heart? When Laird Gillean’s attentions toward Catriona become dangerous, both Finn and Tèile will find they have an uphill battle on their hands.


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Excerpt:
He swung his gaze around, grateful the night had not yet swallowed them. A flash of green a few feet in front of him caught his eye. Hair swirling about her, gown waving like seaweed in the wash, she floated on the surface—knocked senseless.
“Damnation!”
With several strong strides, he caught up with her. The tide drew her away but it was not strong enough to defeat him. The sea now up to his hips, he dragged Katelyn into his arms. By God, her gown weighed her down. Even for a man of his strength, he felt as though he were carrying a heavy sack of grain rather than a sylph of a woman.
Wading to the boat, he hefted her out of the water and passed her to Logan. The man shook his head. “Sorry, Finn. We were concentrating on not getting tossed about in the wash. ‘Tisnae easy holding such a small vessel steady.”
“Aye, have no fear. ‘Twas my fault. The lass has clearly had a shock and I should have been watching her more closely.”
Logan laid her in the bow while Finn clambered in. He knelt by the lass and glanced up at Logan.
“She must have taken a hit to the head.”
“Aye, likely against the boat. Must have hit hard to render her senseless.”
Finn nodded. “Let us get on our way. We can do no good for her here.”
“Aye,” Logan agreed and backed away to help row the boat from the shoreline.
Leaning over her, Finn studied the gash on her forehead with a grimace. Poor lass. She’d have a mighty fine headache when she awoke. The steady rise and fall of her breasts against the soaked green wool assured him no permanent damage had been done.
“Ye’ll have to get her out of those wet garments,” Logan called out behind him.
Finn clenched his teeth. “Aye, thank ye, Logan. I’m aware o’ that.”
He ran his gaze over her. Damn his luck. He’d undressed many a fine woman but none had ever been out cold and an unwilling partner. No doubt the lady would be deeply ashamed he’d done as much. But he could hardly leave her to die from exposure. If anything, his sister would have his head.
Fingers tentatively prying at the front of her bodice, he forced his gaze onto the wood just behind her head. But the wet fabric proved too hard to tug apart so he pressed his hands to her back and lifted her lifeless form. Icy skin and sumptuous curves flattened briefly to his chest as he fumbled with the ties at the back of her gown. By God, when had he ever blundered like a whelp when undressing a woman? But he had to admit, though he’d had little time to admire her and the swelling on her face did not reveal her features properly, the flash of creamy skin was tempting enough. In other circumstances—and had she been anyone other than a lady in distress—he’d have enjoyed such a sight.
He had her face pressed into his neck as he pulled her gown from her. Soft skin under his fingertips forced his breath to stilt. Only the grunts of men rowing reminded him he was meant to be helping the lass and not enjoying the moment.
Katelyn’s chemise and gown came away in one go and he peered behind him, narrowing his eyes at the men. “Keep yer eyes away,” he warned, “or I’ll be having yer heads.”





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Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Bare or a teddy bear?!?

Once upon a time, if you'd asked me if I prefer a man's chest with or without hair, I would have said "bare" with no hesitation. After all, how often are "hairy" men starred for, well, their hair? Bodybuilders shave it. Cover artists Photoshop it. And more men wax than we could ever imagine.

Let's face the truth, smooth skin is in...always has been. However, no one, except for a baby, has non-hairy flesh.

When I met my DH, his chest was smooth without a trace of a hair anywhere. As he ages, he's getting hair in places he never thought possible. He complains about his chest hair and has shaved a handful of times, but before he can blink and say "smooth" the hair is making its appearance, again. Up until recently, I was advocating wax, razor, electrolysis, you name it, until he let it grow. A patch of dark, crisp hair isn't too bad. Now, if he turned into Chewbacca's twin, I'd have to call for an emergency hair removal. But I'd bet a year of chocolate we're safe that he doesn't have Chewbacca's bloodline.

My newest hero has chest hair. Good thing my heroine loves to run her fingers through the patch.

Here are a few arguments FOR hair...

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Sunday, June 1, 2014

Second Song Cowboy

 Second Song Cowboy...Available Now!!!!

Excerpt...Second Song Cowboy (Book 5, Second Chance)

Amazon...Buy here...
http://www.amazon.com/Second-Song-Cowboy-Chance-ebook/dp/B00KORLB4I/ref=sr_1_8?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1401636772&sr=1-8&keywords=rhonda+lee+carver


“I WON THE bet, sweetheart,” Dante waded into the cold water and every part of his body shriveled. “Now I plan to collect.”
April stood at the edge of the pond, digging her toes in the grass and holding her arms tight around her waist. The thin tank top and tight white shorts she wore sent his imagination down a forbidden territory. The swim shorts didn’t adequately cover growth and he popped above the elastic waist. He quickly adjusted himself but not before her gaze dropped. Her tongue swept out to moisten her bottom lip. When her eyes came back up, she smiled. “I don’t think you understood the bet at all.”
“What’s not to understand? If I ran naked through Hoover’s field then you’d jump into the pond.”
She dipped one toe into the water. “But it’s cold,” she whined.
“Yeah, and streaking in the rain at nightfall wasn’t too warm either. I’m in here already.” Dante squinted as he scanned the area. “And there isn’t anyone around.”
“Why don’t you admit it? You just want to see me freezing cold so you can laugh.” “I wouldn’t force you into anything you don’t want.” Guilt slipped through him. “You don’t have to follow through with the bet. It was stupid anyway. You’re afraid of this muddy water.” He took a step toward land, but movement caught his eye. He looked up as April pulled her shirt over her head. His chest tightened as he slid a gaze over her red bra. “Really, you don’t have to do this.”
“I’m not a chicken! Now turn your head,” she demanded. With untamed curls bouncing about flushed cheeks, she looked like a wild woman ready to pounce.
“I don’t think that was part of the bargain.” He chuckled.
“Dante Brooke! Turn!” Her modesty charmed him. He did as she requested and, a few seconds later, he heard a splash of water. He watched as she waded by him, her body submerged in the water except for her angelic face. “Happy now?”
She stood, with her back to him, water skimming her bare shoulders. He felt a twinge below his belt and counted to ten. It didn’t help much and he was afraid he’d make a fool of himself. His father told him that a man should think with his head, not his zipper, but Dante realized he was failing, miserably. He wondered if that included a nineteen year old. He swore April did funky things to him.
He couldn’t think when she was around. He wondered if his attention span would come back once he went back to the University of Texas in the fall. Frustration made his gut ache. He didn’t want to go back to school, but he couldn’t let his parents down and drop out.
“Dante?”
He brought his gaze up and April splashed him. He wiped the water droplets from his eyes. “You’ll get yours,” he teased. Moving through the water, he reached out and she dodged him.
What had started out as friendship between them had grown into something more over the last month, something he didn’t quite fully understand. Their heated kisses had turned into heavy petting in the front seat of his dad’s truck. The night always ended the same with him dropping her off at her grandfather’s house, where she was staying for the summer, and he’d go home to take care of his problematic salute alone.
He didn’t mind one bit that she wasn’t ready to take things further. Truth was, he’d wait as long as needed. It was just getting harder to hide the fact that he had parts with a mind of their own.
His thoughts traveled to the black velvet box hidden in the glove compartment of his truck, nestled there for the right time. Maybe they weren’t quite ready for marriage, but he knew in his heart that he’d promise her forever. Overcome with emotion, nervous laughter bubbled up in his chest.
“Oh, so you think this is funny, huh?” She swam up and pinched him on the bottom.
“Hey, you!” He caught her and tucked his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. He loved the feeling of her firm breasts against his bare chest.
“How is it possible that this happens all the time?” She dropped her head back and met his gaze as she wiggled her hips.
“That I talk you into crazy stunts? We’re going to freeze when we climb out of the water.” He kissed her cheek. “I didn’t bring a towel.”
“No. This.” She glided her hand across the front of his shorts.
He chuckled. “Raging hormones. It’s perfectly normal for a guy between the ages of sixteen and twenty-three to get a hard-on at every slight breeze.”
Her gaze narrowed. “Really?”
Dante shrugged. “I just know that I’m more out of control when I’m near you.”
“I’m starting to wonder if I could—well—satisfy you. You know, in intimate ways.”
He placed his chin on top of her head and wrapped his arms tight around her shoulders. “I don’t think there’d be a problem.”
“But I’ve never done it before. You’re as close as I’ve gotten to second base, and that isn’t much to brag about.” She played with a lock of his hair.
“Don’t feel pressured. When it’s right, it’ll happen.”
“You’re patient with me.” She kissed his jaw.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You asked me what I want for my birthday and I know.” Her soft voice mingled with the breeze.
“Anything for you, April.” He meant it.
“I want you.”
“You have me. That is until I have to head back to college in a few weeks.”
She bit her lip. “I don’t have you in the way I’m wanting. I don’t want to head to Nashville a virgin.”
“Why? Are you afraid your virginity will keep you from fitting in?” He rubbed his nose with hers. “Trust me, you’ll blow their hearts away with that voice of yours.”
Blinking, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Dante, I want to share this precious gift with you. I couldn’t imagine giving this to any other.”
His body automatically tensed as he took a small step back, scraping his feet across the dirt bottom of the pond. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. I want my first time to be with you. These last few months have been the best of my life.” She bent her head and kissed his chest, licking a few water drops from his skin. His breath swooshed from his lungs as he stared down at her, unknown places of his body ached. She was a beautiful sight and he knew he’d never deny her.
 “I’ll take very good care of you. I promise,” he whispered next to her ear.
Popping her head up, her green eyes glistened in the sunlight. “I know you will. Now, come on.” She grabbed his hand and practically pulled him along. Her knees came up high as she awkwardly made her way through the water. “I’ve read in a magazine how orgasms work, and although I’ve never done this before, I can’t wait to try. Did you know that a man can go in twenty seconds but it takes a woman on average twenty minutes?”
“Twenty seconds?” He hoped he could last longer, but a sliver of doubt crept up his spine. He would have laughed if he wasn’t so turned on. How did a guy like him deserve a diamond like her?
How had he missed her beauty all these years?
In the past, when she’d come to visit her grandpa, she’d been a scrawny, shy teenager who giggled every time he looked her direction. Now, the glasses and braces were gone, and she’d blossomed into a butterfly. Her confidence had boosted and, although a slice of bashfulness remained, she could light up a room the second she walked through the door.
He hadn’t left her side much since she came to town three months ago. Life wasn’t as fun without her next to him. Like the time the snake slithered across their path in the woods. She’d screamed and threw herself into his arms, clinging to him like butter on toast. The harmless Brown Snake had disappeared into the brush, and as he’d started to pry her from his body and tell her the critter was non-poisonous, he’d taken a second thought. He’d liked having her close. When he’d finally told her the truth, about the snake being harmless, she’d playfully smacked him, which soon turned into their first kiss.
His brother, Deckland, had joked and said April was making Dante into a man. He wasn’t sure, but he knew he wanted to protect her and take care of her.
As she stepped out of the veil of water, he ticked his gaze over her, his heart skipping several beats. Her long, wet hair clung to her slender shoulders and flowed like pale silk to her waist. Droplets of water beaded on her breasts and flat stomach, glistening in the sunlight. A lovely smile creased the corners of her shell pink lips, driving his anticipation deeper.
They walked into the thick grass and she turned to face him, throwing her arms around his neck, careless that she was still bare-ass naked. Enclosing an arm around her waist, he pulled her in, wet bodies sliding together as he slipped his palm over her heart-shaped bottom.
“I’m so lucky to have found you, Dante.”
He closed his eyes, making a silent vow that he would always take care of her. Being with her, making her the happiest girl alive was his goal. He’d graduate from UT and she’d come back from Nashville, and then they’d settle here on his family’s ranch. “You do realize that you have me wrapped around your finger.” He lifted her off her feet, tucked her goosebump-covered body close and carried her toward the truck. “The sun is lowering. Do you have a problem with me giving you your birthday present under a sky full of stars?” He nuzzled her neck.
 “Perfect. This is more than I could ever dream possible,” she purred. Kicking her legs friskily, she reached up toward the sky as if she wanted to give a fat cloud a hug. “No matter what, I’ll always be right here, with you. I could write a song—hundreds of songs—just about tonight.”
“One day you will, sweetheart. I’m sure your future is brighter than any star in the sky.”




Friday, May 23, 2014

Big Hands, Big Feet, Big P%&*s?!?

Y'all know the old saying, "You can tell a lot from the size of a man's hands."

But is it true? Ya know, that you can look at a man's hands and get a good idea how big his southern salute is at its tallest...

But, is there any evidence correlating a man's hands and how big his snake is? Well, believe it or not, studies were conducted to answer this question. Yes, really, lots of research. Do you wish you'd been on the list of researchers? Guess what? They didn't find any evidence.

I wonder how they measured the units. Hard, flaccid, stretched? And is it possible to get an accurate reading? Wouldn't they have to take into consideration how turned on he is at the time of measurement?

I'll go out on a limb. I think when a woman is available and looking, she notices a man's hands and speculates about the goods. We correlate large, thick hands with a man who works hard. Makes sense, right? Men, and women, who work with their hands a lot have bigger hands.

So, if your scoping out men and using hands as a gauge, beware. It can't possibly be accurate.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Those pain-in-the-ass words...

Which vs. That.

If they are a pain in your behind, don't worry, they give lots of people grief. It's all tied up between restrictive and non-restrictive clauses.

A restrictive clause limits, or restricts, the scope of the noun it is referring to. For example...

The house that is painted white burnt down. (Restrictive Clause)

In this sentence, we are talking about the "white" house specifically. If we take out "that is painted white" the sentence loses important information. We no longer have any clue what house burnt down.

The house, which is painted white, burnt down. (Non-restrictive Clause)

In this sentence, "which is painted white" is added information that can be discarded and the sentence wouldn't be harmed. The clause isn't essential for the meaning.

Also, that isn't separated from the rest of the sentence with commas.

Which needs separated by commas showing parenthesis.


Monday, May 12, 2014

Writing Process Blog Hop

Thank you Leslie Lee Sanders for including me in the blog hop. Check out Leslie at the link below.http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.leslieleesanders.com%2F&h=EAQEB_P7qThese are the questions I must answer...
1) What am I working on?
I'm on the last few words of Second Song Cowboy, Book 5 of the Second Chance Series. In this story fate takes an interesting twist for a couple who parted paths years before. April is a popular country singer and Dante is a cowboy with a bad-boy reputation. What will it take for each of them to change?Check out the series at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_10?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=rhonda+lee+carver&sprefix=Rhonda+Lee%2Cdigital-text%2C158 


2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?
I like writing characters who are imperfect. Whether it's internal or external scars, a painful past, a bad reputation...they are different. I also enjoy writing second chance romance. Two people who have loved each other deeply, then lost that person, and finds them again. They must work out the baggage, learn to trust again. Trust is always difficult once you've been hurt, and it's interesting to weave a story where loved ones patch up the holes of a broken past.
 
3) Why do I write what I do?
 When I was thirteen, I read a Harlequin novel. I was hooked. I knew one day I'd write my own romance and now here I am.

4) How does your writing process work?
I'm a full-time writer, so once my wee ones head to school, I go into the writing cave and that's where I am for seven hours a day, give or take. During this time, I need complete silence. Any interruptions and my concentration is thrown off, taking forever to find the 'feel' of the moment. I usually set a goal at 5k words a day. Sometimes I'm heroic and manage 10k, but other times I'm certain my writing is s*$t and two words seems like an uphill battle.

Thank you again for sharing with me Leslie.




Here are my three picks...





May 14th...Tracey Jane Jackson


Amazon best selling author, Tracey Jane Jackson was born and raised in New Zealand. With an American father, Scottish grandmother, and Kiwi mother, it's no doubt she has a unique personality. After pursuing her American roots and disappearing into her time travel series, The Civil War Brides, she thought she'd explore the Scottish side of her family. Tracey says, "I have loved delving into the Cauld Ane's and all their abilities...I hope you do too." Tracey has been happily married and gooey in love with her husband for nineteen years. They live in the Pacific Northwest with their two sons.
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May 15th...Em Petrova:  

Em Petrova
Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises 4 kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her heroes are hardworking heroes--in bed and out--and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.





I'd like to introduce you to some of my cowboys.