Wine, chips, & B&E–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all. Rhonda Lee Carver here!

I’ve been attending a wine tasting group for several months. We don’t meet often (shucks!) and I don’t know many of the women very well. One of the ladies, we’ll call her Sue, invited a few of us over to her brother’s house for wine by the pool. When I arrived at the house I was in awe. The place was amazing and luxurious. I  was afraid to touch anything, but she said her brother is go-with-the-flow. We’re all sitting around, drinking, snacking, having a good time when one of the ladies comes back from the restroom asking, “Why aren’t there any family photos, or anything personal?”  Sue answers, “Ladies, I have a confession.” Her expression turned serious. “This isn’t my brother’s house. I don’t know the man who owns the place, except that he is out of the country on business.”

I spurt wine out of my mouth. We’re all in shock. Is she joking?

“I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I’ve had a problem for years, breaking into other peoples’ homes. I’ve been to the doctor, but the meds aren’t helping,” Sue said.

Okay, let me remind you. I don’t know this woman very well. She seems nice, head-together, cool…but I’ve had friends in the past who turned out crazy.

Then she starts laughing–so hard that she’s almost crying. “I had all of you! Haven’t any of you seen the movie The Gift?”

Yes, we made her prove that we weren’t trespassing.  And yes, I did see the movie The Gift!

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Blurb:

Five brothers. One ranch. Hold on…things are about to get rough and dirty.

Roman Jericho, and his brothers, are known in Texas for their striking good looks and skill as ranchers–among other things that keep the ladies hot on their tails. The last thing Roman wants, or needs, is another marriage that ends with an empty bank account and bed so he steers clear.

Relationship Guru, Pippa Wilder, is at the top of her career. Two bestselling, self-help books and speaking engagements all over the country, she offers advice that saves marriages. But if only her fans knew how upside down her own love life is. Relationship after relationship fizzled. When she sees tall, strapping, and handsome stroll into the lobby at the Vegas casino, she drops all logic into the slot, pulls the lever and watches her life spin in front of her. She’s lost in smoky blue eyes and callused hands–and that husky Texas twang.

After falling in lust, they do something real crazy. They find themselves drunk on hormones, standing before an Elvis impersonator getting hitched. When all hell breaks loose in the media, to save her career Pippa must save her marriage.

Roman has always been the ‘go-with-the-flow’ type so when his ‘wife’ shows up on his ranch needing his help he’s more than willing to oblige–especially if it means they’ll be husband and wife in every way. He’s got it bad for the petite, spitfire and can’t seem to get enough.

Finding themselves smack-dab in the spotlight and on the cover of trash magazines, Roman isn’t sure he’s cut out to be in the public eye–he wants his wife, but he refuses to be called Mr. Pippa Wilder. Roman realizes it’s time to make a choice…or take the lead. This could be fun, or very messy.

EXCERPT:

“This might take a while, cowboy. Do you invite girls into your home?”

“Safety first. Can you be trusted?” He lifted a teasing brow.

“Honestly, it depends on the boy. One as sexy as you I might just misbehave.”

He pulled open the screen door and motioned her in. “Then by all means.” His smile was trophy-worthy.

She had one foot over the threshold when he caught her by the shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. He leaned in, bringing his wide chest so close to her nipples that his heat was like a magnet, making the buds swell and throb. His spicy scent swirled around her nostrils, teasing her, intoxicating her. Would he kiss her? Oh how she hoped he would.

He plucked something from her hair and held it out for her view. “A piece of straw. You’re turning into a country girl.” He laughed, causing her libido to stir like a witch’s brew.

“I’ve been called far worse, trust me.” She continued into the foyer where the AC was cranked up. The cool air made her nipples tighten. She must not have worn a thick enough bra because his interested gaze settled on her breasts and she swore she saw “Can I lick” written on his irises. She’d almost be willing to pull her shirt off, right here and now, just to have his hands on her.

He pulled his eyes to her face and she saw his jaw tighten.

She took a step back, then turned on her heel, standing in the doorway to the living room and taking in the décor. Bare white walls. A dark leather couch, matching chair, and a beige area rug that covered the polished wooden floor. The curtains on the large window were open to allow the sliver of light remaining in the day to flow in. It was nice, but functional.

“I see you shop at Bachelors-R-Us,” she teased.

He laughed. “I own half the stock.”

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The Good, the Bad and the Ghostly #TGTBTG by @AnitaPhilmar & Friends

Hi everyone,
I wanted you to know that I’ve gone to the sensual side of the romantic genre for this box set, but I’m still playing with a historical, western setting.  So be warned this is not a hot erotic box set. Still, I do believe you will enjoy it so I had to share.

 

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What do you get when you mix cowboys with ghosts? A collection of eight (stand-alone) amazing stories from the Old West with haunts of every variety.

Fulfill your love of alpha cowboys and feed your addiction for the bizarre (and sometimes spooky) world when you download The Good, The Bad and The Ghostly.
New York Times, USA Today, Amazon Bestselling, and Award-Winning authors are pleased to bring you this fantastic boxed set!

 

Wild, Wild Ghost by Margo Bond Collins
With everyone she loves in the grave, Ruby specializes in the dead.

Comes An Outlaw by Keta Diablo
An outlaw returns to his childhood home to find his parents and brother dead, and the lovely widow in grave danger.
Long A Ghost, and Far Away by Andrea Downing
Ghosts are restless souls, and Lizzie Adams is one of them. How many lives will she get to find the perfect love?
A Ghostly Wager by Blaire Edens
Even a skeptical detective needs a little otherworldly help.
How the Ghost Was Won by Erin Hayes
There are ghost stories. And there are ghost legends.
McKee’s Ghost by Anita Philmar
The ghost living in his house might have saved him from an unhappy marriage and brought him the girl of his dreams but when his ex- fiancé returns, the same spirit turns his life upside down.
A Ride Through Time by Charlene Raddon
P.S.I. Agent Burke Jameson wants to find out if Eagle Gulch, Colorado has genuine ghosts. But he found far more than he expected, including a horse ride that could change his life forever.
The Ghost and the Bridegroom by Patti Sherry-Crews
She’s sent west to solve a case. What she finds will change her forever.
 Including:

 

Excerpt for McKee’s Ghost by Anita Philmar
The hands he’d dropped to her
waist shifted. One drew Ruth deeper into his embrace while the other nudged her
chin up with a knuckle until their eyes met. His searing gaze lit a fire,
heating her core and arousing every cell in her body.
“No. The gentleman in me
heads south whenever you enter the room. All I can think about is getting my
hands on you.” Konnor sprayed his palms over her back and tugged her deeper
against his chest. “I want you in a way I’ve never wanted a woman before, under
me screaming while I make you completely mine.”
She gasped. “But you don’t
even know me.”
“You’re wrong. Some instinct
inside me knew the moment we met you belong to me. Now, all I need to do is
convince you of that fact.” He dropped his mouth over hers. His kisses were
gentle and sweet one moment, demanding and urgent the next.
The crisp flavor of the apple
he’d just eaten played over her taste buds. Pleasure overruled the sound logic
of keeping him at a distance. Instead, she gave into the tempestuous assault to
her senses and slid her arms around his neck. Minutes passed. The hunger inside
her growing until she couldn’t catch her breath.
He tore his mouth from hers,
and she gasped for air. “Please, sweetheart, I’m not a patient man, especially
when I’ve waited so long for you. I need—”
“Don’t say it,” she whispered
and lowered her head to avoid eye contact. She’d tempted him, let him think if
he asked for more, she’d willingly give him whatever he wanted.
Realizing how much she
already cared for him, she rebelled against the likelihood of losing her heart
to another man. More than once, she’d fallen into the trap of believing a man
would love her no matter what.
Every time, she paid with a
broken heart. This time, she needed to give him a day or two to come to terms
with the true nature of her abilities. Once he saw her in action, he’d change.
The desire he felt would wilt until he had no feeling for her at all.
“I’m sorry, but we need to
take this slow.” She lowered her hands and pressed them against his chest.
“Now, you should tend to your horses.”
Konnor studied her for a long
moment before he slowly released his grip. “Make yourself at home. I’ll be back
as soon as I’ve finished my nightly chores.”
She nodded, and he turned for
the door with a sigh.
The light click of the latch
falling into place felt like a shot through her heart. She’d come here
determined to do her job and leave. However, Konnor had blindsided her with his
charm. She’d broken her new rule of not becoming involved with a client.
Now, she had to figure out a
way to keep her heart safe when everything inside her wanted to give in to
Konnor’s demands.
Have I convinced you to give it a try?
No?
Then why not download the sample book we created?
Hope you enjoy and check out the box set,
Anita Philmar
 

 

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Do You Need a Good Spanking? – Anna Lund

A spanking scene that is? When I first started writing erotic romance, I never really thought of spankings as a thing. I’d written spankings into some of my sex scenes, of course, but never really thought of writing spankings for their own sake until I began to write for Blushing Books (which has a beautiful new website!) I don’t write too many spanking scenes that don’t end up with sex, but I thought I’d share one today that does, and it’s one of my favorites. It’s from Taming Serena, book #2 in my Norian Masters series.

Taming Serena

Excerpt:

Serena’s eyes met Micah’s, her heart pounding. He ran his palm over her bottom and even though she was nervous, she couldn’t help but notice the way his huge hand covered her, heated her.  An evil grin spread across his face and she shivered. How could she be growing damp when he was threatening her?

His other hand was still wrapped around her wrist, the pressure strong but not painful. Micah’s anger reverberated in the air around them. She’d stowed away knowing he was not going to be happy to find her here, but how could she have possibly known that simply being on the ship would be dangerous?

Micah said they could have been killed because of her selfishness. She supposed she did deserve to be punished for that, but to just lay her body over his strong legs? To offer herself to him for punishment without any resistance? That just didn’t seem right.

His gaze burned into her. The thought of struggling against him heated her even further. What was wrong with her? She didn’t want him overpowering her. She didn’t want to be stripped naked. She didn’t want him binding her arms and legs. How could she possibly want that?

But somehow just the thought of all of these things had her woman’s spot quivering and tingling. She tore her eyes away from him and let her gaze bounce around the small cockpit as if there was something there that could save her from her fate.

She was a princess. The future queen of the entire planet of Vanya. She should behave as one, with dignity and pride. But if she didn’t resist, she would be surrendering.

He squeezed her wrist. “Last chance to make this easy, Princess.”

Instinct had her tugging against the hold he had on her. She should have known it would have been no use. Micah gave one strong tug and she found herself draped over his hard, firm thighs. She let out a surprised cry but before she had a chance to react, he pressed one hand onto the small of her back and she was held there as securely as if she was bound with rope. Her hands were free, yes, but what good would it do to wave them around in the air? And she could kick, but her feet wouldn’t reach him so what good would that do? She was well and truly trapped.

Her breath was coming in rapid pants. Her heart thudded. Serena tried to relax, to calm her breathing. She told herself to let Micah do what he would. Better to get it over with since protesting would do no good. But when his other hand began to stroke up her bare legs and the shivers ran along her skin, she couldn’t stop from wriggling in response.

He simply continued on in his usual calm way, pushing the long skirts of her light-weight dress higher with each stroke of his palm. A cool rush of air hit her bare bottom and she knew he’d easily uncovered her completely. It was her own fault. She’d dressed that morning with seduction on her mind, donning a lightweight dress and the barest of panties.

But this scenario had never crossed her mind.

He chuckled. “How kind of you to wear this style of underwear which leaves the spankable parts of your ass bare for me.”

She wriggled again. She couldn’t stop it. Micah gave her one quick slap to get her attention. She was surprised it barely hurt.

“Do you understand why I am going to spank you, Your Highness?”

She looked at him over her shoulder, swallowing before she replied. “You are punishing me.”

He was so big, his arms thick with muscles, his hands huge as they held her down. “And why do I need to punish you?”

The words came out in a rush. “You don’t. Really. Micah, I’ll be good. I promise.”

Another quick slap. A little harder this time, but it only stung a little bit. “Serena, why do I need to punish you?”

She sighed and dropped her head down. Her long hair curtained her face. She really didn’t want to see the disappointment on his face or watch him deliver the spanking. “Because I was selfish and almost got us killed.”

His palm rested hot and heavy on her bottom. “Good. I wanted to make sure you understood before I started.” He stroked her lightly as he spoke, his voice low, slow, smooth. She shivered some more.

“I’m not going to lie. This is going to hurt,” he went on. “I know you’ll struggle. I know you won’t be able to stop from shouting out or crying and that’s all right. I don’t expect anything else. But all the same, I don’t want you to try to hurt me or for you to try to get off my lap until I’m finished with your punishment. Do you understand?”

Her brain had begun to whirl after he told her it was going to hurt. Of course, she knew it would hurt but to have him state it in such a calm, matter-of-fact way sent the blood pulsing through her ears. The whoosh blocked out the rest of his words.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

Micah sighed. He sounded sad. “I know. It will be over soon. Just remember you brought this on yourself. The next time you want to act before you think of the consequences, I hope you will remember how you feel now.”

Serena nodded. The blood was starting to run to her head as it hung down and she was getting a headache. Or it might have been the fear making her head pound. “Just get it over with.” She placed her hands on the floor and braced herself.

The next slap felt nothing like the previous ones. The biting pain as his huge hand met her bare bottom made her squeal. The sharp sound of the slap was just as surprising. Her skin burned. Micah brushed his hand lightly over her bottom before giving her another smack. She squealed again and kicked out her legs.

Soon Serena was sobbing as he continued to hold her down with one hand and spank her with the other. She cried out his name. She begged him to stop. She promised him anything if only he would stop.

But Micah made no acknowledgement that he heard her or that he even cared.

Her bottom throbbed and burned but he kept on spanking her. She wriggled on his lap, unable to stop from instinctively trying to get away from him. Her hands hurt from pounding her fists on the floor. She kicked her feet wildly in the air. Her screams had died down to ragged sobs. He kept spanking her with hard, rhythmic strikes.

It felt like hours before he finally stopped but she knew it had been only minutes. Still she hurt and she couldn’t stop crying. Micah began to softly stroke her burning cheeks with the hand that had been striking her only moments before. As her sobs quieted, she could hear him murmuring something. She couldn’t understand the words. They must have been in the language of his childhood, but they had a soothing sound.

Then his hands slid up to grasp her shoulders. “You can get up now, Your Highness.”

She sniffed and let him pull her up. Before she knew it she was curled up in his lap. “It hurts,” she whimpered. Her bottom burned but she snuggled close, soaking in the comfort that overrode the hurt.

“I know.” Micah put his arms around her and she rested her head on his shoulder. He pulled open a drawer within easy reach and took out a soft cloth. After he silently wiped the tears from her cheeks, she burrowed her face into the crook of his neck. “It’s over. You did very well.”

She was surprised how such a big man, who could deliver such a bruising punishment, could also be so gentle. Serena didn’t expect his praise to make her feel so good. Micah ran his hand over her back in soothing circles.

“I really am sorry I put us in danger,” she murmured, her lips brushing his skin.

“I know.” He stroked her hair back from her damp face. “I hope I don’t have to punish you again.” He caught her chin and drilled her with his serious gaze. “But I will if I have to.”

Serena nodded. She shifted on his lap and she felt him grow larger and harder beneath her. Her bottom still felt as if it was on fire, but her woman’s spot tingled as well and she didn’t want to move from the comfort of his embrace.

But when he lifted her off his lap, he made no sign that he wanted her. Did he think she didn’t notice his arousal? Did he think she didn’t want him after he’d punished her? That was definitely not the case, if anything, she wanted him more.

So how about you? Do you need a good spanking scene? If so, pick up any one of my Blushing Books releases and get your spanking fix.

Anna

 

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Dirty towels ain’t the worst–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all! Rhonda lee Carver here!

I have been non-stop juggling the last few days of summer vacation with my kids and finishing the final touches on my cowboys. Whew! I’m going to need a vacation after this summer. In fact, I’m so behind, still. Laundry has suffered. I started to take a shower yesterday and there were no towels. I looked everywhere. In the closet. The dryer. The washer.Not ONE towel was found. And this is serious. We, no joke, have at least 100 towels. Every single one of them was dirty. I had no choice but to use a towel that had been hanging on the hook for a few days. At least it smelled good. Later, I filled the washer with dirty towels and we were out of detergent. Not even a drop left. Ugh.

Yesterday was my daughter’s birthday. Each year they ask for the same Oreo cake and I make it. For months she’d been saying that she didn’t want a party, didn’t want her day to be a big deal. So, I listened. We had a few people over and when we brought out the cake, she’s like, “Where are the candles?” I about swam in my flip-flops. Candles?!? I had really gone too far for the “casual” birthday. We scrambled and, luckily, found enough candles. Mismatched, but they worked. Then halfway through the ‘small’ party, I felt a tap on my shoulder. My kid’s telling me, “Mom, your shorts are inside out.” Yikes!

Please, tell me some of you can relate.

Now for a cowboy! Yes!

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SNEAK PEEK! UNEDITED excerpt!

Turning on her heel, she smacked her face into an iron wall. She pulled back and rubbed her sore nose, then slowly moved her eyes along the chambray shirt, strong jawline and to those amazing eyes that had haunted her from the moment she saw them in the lobby of the casino.

“Are you wanting an autograph?” Roman smiled and her toes curled.

“I’m afraid I don’t have paper.” She wished her voice wouldn’t shake.

“Neither did they.” He winked.

“I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for something I’m not.” She walked away, but within seconds he was beside her. Giving him a side-glance, she wasn’t surprised in seeing him smile. He did that a lot. Yeah, he was sexy with his penetrating blue eyes and tilted smile, but she was losing bravery. Sure, she’d come here to sleep with him, but she didn’t know if she had it in her for a one-night stand.

“You might want to tell me who I’ve mistaken you for,” he said.

She kept on walking, and her heart kept on beating heavily.

He grabbed her shoulder, firmly, but his fingers didn’t hurt one bit. He slid his hand down her arm, and tugged her by the elbow into a breezeway between livestock buildings, away from the maze of human traffic. “Hey, you just got here. You can’t leave now.”

She stood so close to him that she could feel the heat from his body burning through her skin, making her nipples painfully tight. She backed up until her shoulders struck cement wall. “I just realized who you are,” she whispered. “The poster…”

“And that changes things how?” He lifted a thick brow.

“Did you think I was a groupie when you saw me at the casino?”

He laughed. “Hardly. Most buckle bunnies don’t bring their laptops and wear a turtle neck to Vegas.”

She squinted. “I wasn’t wearing a turtleneck.”

“You should have been.”

“Are you making fun of me?” she snapped.

“You’re not all bound up in clothing now. I like the T-shirt. Is it true?” He caught her by surprise when he lightly skimmed his finger along the tops of her breasts. The cotton seemed to melt away.

Her knees weakened and she couldn’t seem to wrap her brain around his words. “What?”

“The shirt. It reads, “Sweet and saucy. Dare to taste?”

She knew the shirt was a big mistake. “It was the only thing the casino shop had left that fit me. Apparently I’m not the only one who needed last minute rodeo clothing. And I’m not the only one who came here to see you. You make it a habit to go undercover often?”

His smile grew and her inner thighs moistened. “How about you, sweetheart? Did you want me to know that you’re Pippa Wilder—the one with all of the relationship answers?”

“So, you did recognize me?” He nodded. She sighed. “I don’t introduce myself by my career. Just as you didn’t introduce yourself as a star.”

“I’m not a star, darlin’.” He leaned in, their chests pressing together and she could barely breathe. He picked up a tendril of her hair and weaved it around his thick finger, brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. “I’m just me.”

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New release by Alice Gaines (and a raffle)

New release from Changeling Press:  Earth Con, Jazzed Up

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Now available at http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2505

Zara represents the force of life and love through sex. Origin has sent her into the universe to battle her counterpart, an escaped spirit who brings enslavement and death. She’s followed Raven to Earth Con to save humans from Raven’s evil. What she doesn’t expect to discover is a human with the power of Origin strong inside him.

Nolan Price lost his sister to a cult, and since then he’s devoted himself to freeing other victims. He never thought to encounter a charismatic leader from another part of the universe. Nor did he understand the depths of his own strength.

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And now read on for an x-rated excerpt.  :)

“It’s my nature. Come on.” With that, Zara turned and went into the bedroom. He followed, of course, and closed the sliding glass door behind them. They were going to get pretty loud in a minute, and the people by the pool didn’t have to overhear their orgasms.

She sat on the bed to remove her boots and then rose to begin a strip-tease. He never would have believed getting out of a T-shirt could be sexy, but at this point, everything she did had his blood at the simmer. She shed that and the badge, letting them fall by the bed. Now she was down to a flight-suit sort of costume. Form-fitting. It showed off her lush hips and small breasts. He did his best concentrate on getting rid of his own clothing as she pulled down the zipper of her outfit and shrugged it over her shoulders.

As she exposed more and more of her body, the idea of her being a sex goddess became believable. He could bury his nose in the crook of her neck and breathe in her scent. His own uniform came off without a hitch, but he had to tug at his shorts to get them over his erection.

When she saw him, she licked her lips as if she was already tasting his swollen flesh, and his knees almost buckled. He’d never had a fever like this for a woman, and he’d better get her onto the bed before he came just looking at her.

She either felt the same way or took pity on him, because she positioned herself on the comforter, her legs spread, and opened her arms to him. He went to her immediately and covered her body with his own. What little sanity he had left told him to hold his weight off her, and he took her mouth in a kiss as her breasts pressed against his chest. Her belly made the perfect pillow for his erection, and his hips flexed of their own power, pushing his cock against her.

“Do you see what I mean?” she whispered.

“Yes, oh God, yes.” He’d agree to anything at this point.

“I want you.”

She sure as hell was going to have him, but even drugged with passion as he was, he’d still take the time to get her as excited as he was. He slid aside to allow his hand access to her mound. His fingers contacted moisture, and he parted her pussy lips in search of her clit.

When he found it, she let out a yip, and her hips lifted upward. She was hot, too, as hungry as he was. He’d fuck her good and hard but not until he’d played with her for a while. He continued with firm strokes over her clitoris, pressing and rolling it until she writhed.

Oh yeah, this was sex the way it was supposed to be. Uncomplicated, blocking out the rest of the world, boiling existence down to sights and sounds and nerve endings. All his nerve endings had gone to the top of the scale and would soon take him over the edge.

Even better, she responded as if she felt the same way. Her breathing came raggedly, her breasts rising and falling, and a deep flush went from her cheeks over her neck and down to her chest. A woman as close to orgasm as he was.

With no more need to delay, he took his position between her legs with his cock ready to bury itself in her pussy and drove himself home with one thrust. She immediately climaxed, her muscles clamping down on him and then bursting into spasms. She shouted as she came — the powerful song of a woman finding ecstasy. As though he were the greatest lover on earth.

Somehow, he managed to hold on to a thread of control and hung back from the brink so he could bask in her body’s praise of him. He held himself above her, not moving except for the trembling of his arms. After a moment, her eyes opened, and she stared up at him with an expression of pure shock in her face.

“You’re not supposed to be able to do that,” she said.

“Not give you an orgasm? You must have had some piss-poor lovers in your day.”

“You’re not supposed to be able to resist,” she said.

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Vampires…books, looks, vibes and feelings. What is author R.M.Simone’ up to for August 2016?

Hi everyone. Author R.M.Simone…so my UPDATES NEWS
August is my MONTH TO WRITE yeahhh VAMPIRES are calling me………….indeed……..
I am going to be working with three models and actors that are here at my Starbucks and my CLUB concierge;.these three young actors that are so unique I am going to put together
Donatelli……….a vampire good knight slayer and Scotsman and Patrick is going to read and act out an EXCERPT for this BOOK on a vampire story not yet published.
A teaser… my other two budding actors i have some delicious things coming. One is with the VOYEUR story series of my BBW and the other is with the SCI FI story of DOMINATRIX
I have two Fan Fiction books i am going to turn into regular books and new names to them and LAUNCH ONE KISS and also The Forest of his Mind. a Dear friend of mine in England that does my Music for my books stay tuned on this. HE wants me to FINISH ‘VELVET’ and GIRL WITH GREEN EYES a vampire RIO story about a Jaguar born tribe of vampires in South America and a cross over species of two vampire races.
 
so stay tuned.
Vampires coming LOTS of good story lines..
and I am working on the other books in GUISE’ trilogy now and BBW another book to add to this series and GOTHIC GATES, more coming too
 
AUGUST is my month to WRITE ON
thank you everyone…Roshandra warmly writing on and sharing …
 
 
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Cassie’s Birthday Wish-Lynn Chantale

It’s here! It’s finally here! I love release day! There’s always so much fanfare that goes into a new book. Cassie’s Birthday Wish came about from a conversation with a potential client. Since the client didn’t want the story, I kept it and released it as a 99 cent read for my readers.

Right now it’s available on Amazon, but I should have it up on Smashwords next week.

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Blurb:

Cassie loves Cole and cherishes her relationship with the sexy rancher, but her heart also yearns for, Seth, the ranch manager.

Cole has held Cassie’s heart for a very long time, and will do anything to keep her happy. But will a threesome with Seth be too much?

Mark your calendars, July 31 from 11:00a-11:30 CST I”m chatting with Michel Prince and Reana Malori. The two bestselling authors have a fantastic cover reveal and they’ve got some amazing authors lined up to celebrate. Here’s the Facebook link to Join in the fun.

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Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires.

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Yay for Air Conditioning by Anna Lund

The unusual bout of hot weather we’ve been having lately has been keeping me indoors almost as much as the normally long, cold winters do. Curling up with a good book in the air conditioning this summer has been just as enjoyable as all those winters reading by the fire.

If you’re looking for a summer romance that’s hot enough you’ll be doubly glad of that air conditioner, check out Summer Lover.

It’s been getting some great customer reviews:

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Release Day! Rhonda Lee Carver

bio123Hi, y’all!

Rhonda Lee Carver is the bestselling author of the series Second Chance Cowboys and the Cowboys of Nirvana. She has written more than 40 books and loves writing heroes who love to get their hands dirty and heroines who readers can relate to. Rhonda sprinkles her stories with a dash of reality, a teaspoon of heartbreak. a splattering of second chances and a heaping amount of romance.

From cowboys to military to lawmen to wolves…you’ll find your reason to fall in love.

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Summer is flying and I’m knocking out cowboys–not literally–but I’ve been hitting my keyboard fast and hard. I’m excited today because The Discreet Cowboy (#6, Cowboys of Nirvana) is available now! If you pre-ordered it, you should have it in your Kindle. If you didn’t, no worries. Grab it now! I’ll have the buy links below.

This story was one of my faves to write. Dade hit the dirt off a horse and was temporarily paralyzed. Docs told him he’d never walk again, but nothin’ keep a cowboy down. After grueling, long therapy, he’s walking again–but not quite as recovered as he’s hoped. Dade also has a few secrets that might shock you, or entice you, or maybe a bit of both. Warning: He’s the youngest cowboy I’ve written and the most naive.

 

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Here’s a snippet. Enjoy!

Starting for the hem of her shirt, she stopped. One horse moved away from the others at a slow trot.

Narrowing her eyes, she focused. Is that a man sitting on top?

She swallowed.

Dade sat in the saddle. He was far enough away that she couldn’t make out the details of his face, but she’d recognize the black hat and broad shoulders anywhere. So he traded in his wheels for hooves? Blowing out a long breath, she tapped the toe of her shoe in frustration. How had he found her? Couldn’t he take a hint? Angry that he ruined her moment of tranquility, she had half a mind to stomp across the field and tell him to go jump off a cliff—with a parachute, of course.

Telling him anything about her frustration wouldn’t work. He’d just play stupid and pretend it was only a coincidence that she saw him everywhere she went.

Well, so be it! She stomped onto the dock, the wood creaking under her feet.

She wouldn’t let him deter her from enjoying herself. In fact, she’d show him!

Dragging her tank over her head and dropping it, next came her shorts. Her nipples budded and she wanted to believe that it was caused by the cool breeze, but the moisture building between her legs couldn’t be ignored or chalked up to weather. There was something insanely erotic about standing in the open, partially naked, with a handsome stranger watching her. Yeah, he’s watching me alright. His hand came up and rubbed his jaw, and he shifted in the saddle. The horse pranced from foot to foot, then clawed at the ground. Did the mare sense Dade’s irritation…or tension?

Her core pulsated and her skin warmed. She had only meant to prove a point, but instead she’d unleashed a fiery awareness inside of her, one she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Her nipples were now bunched and pressing against the lace of her bra, craving a hand or a mouth to put out the achiness.

Not sure what had come over her, she had no choice but to follow through. A good cooling off was exactly what she needed to drench the desire. Taking a step, her knees weak and trembling, she stood at the edge of the dock, then jumped into the water with a splash.

A second later, she surfaced to the top, squealing. “Holy fuck!” The water was frigid. She hadn’t thought this idea through very well. Her bottom lip quivered, her teeth chattered, and her toes were like ice cubes as she swam to the ladder of the deck. She climbed the rungs slowly as her blood started circulating again. Dripping wet and skin scattered with goosebumps, she hurried and pulled on her clothes in record time.

Feeling somewhat human again, she remembered why she’d done the stunt in the first place.

Scanning the field where Dade had been, he was gone. Disappointment slithered through her. She skimmed the line of trees and the fence where the horses were grazing, further in the distance where a group of deer munched on foliage along the edge of the brush. She hooded her eyes with her hand to protect them from the sun, which made everything appear blurred, as she looked toward the road. She caught a tiny glimpse of him riding away. Her stomach twisted as her core tingled.

Did he think she was completely out of control?

It didn’t matter what he thought.

Yeah, it sort of did. Ridiculous.

“The secret to getting rid of the cowboy was to strip naked.” She wasn’t sure why that bothered her. Wasn’t that what she wanted?

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Cowboy radar–Rhonda Lee Carver

Have you ever been in a public place, see a handsome man and think to yourself…”wow, he’d make a great cover model.” That happens to me a lot and I sadly keep walking when all I want to do is stop, ask for his name and number. No, not for the reason you’re thinking. I want him to appear on the cover of one of my books. The other day, my wee one and I were walking in the park and I spotted the perfect ‘model’. Tall, built spectacular (I like my men more on the natural side, although I respect how much work it takes for buff models to get toned with no body fat), and strong–he was running up and down a big hill, over and over, sweating, slick…oh my. My radar triggered, the desire to ask him if he’d consider modeling was rolling through my brain, and he was right there…

There are several factors to consider here. One, how corny is it to walk up to a man and ask if he’d model for you? Reminds me of one of those Lifetime creepy movies where photographers approach attractive women and lure them back to a private spot for sinister acts. With that in mind, I’m 5’2, around 110. He was a good 6’2, weighing at least 200. Cross the perverted and sinister act off. Two, it takes an outgoing, brave soul to approach anyone and ask them such a question. I look around for a wife, girlfriend, lover, partner…anyone who’d think I was flirting. No one in sight. You’d never believe how many women/men refuse to let their partner model for a romance novel.

Okay, so I’ve talked myself into asking the guy. After all, he could say yes, or no. It’s a toss up.

I tell my wee one what I’m going to do and she freaks out. Suddenly I’ve moved from the cool mom box to the embarrassing mom box. What?!? Her face turns three shades of innocent red and she takes off at a run. And here’s the thing…the understanding that I have with my kids is that I’m their mom. Being embarrassed by me is part of life. I can’t help that anymore than I can control the weather. Just as they can’t help that they bug the shit out of me at times. But we still love each other. Amazingly so.

Out of respect for my kid, I walk on–well, actually run because she is about a half mile ahead of me at this point. It’s unbelievable how fast a kid can move with the right motivation. Dang! I just know he would have said yes!

 

Let’s talk hot cowboy, shall we?

Have you pre-ordered The Discreet Cowboy (Book 6, Cowboys of Nirvana) yet?

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Excerpt:

She hinged at the waist, wrapping her fingers around his wide girth and bending over him. She couldn’t wait to get her mouth on him and, just as she was about to suckle him between her lips, a knock came at the door.

Dade stiffened and she narrowed her eyes. “Go away,” she muttered.

Another heavy pounding came and the vase sitting on the table shook.

Felicia sat up, trepidation racing down her spine. She looked at Dade in curiosity, mouthing, “Who is it?”

He shrugged. “I’ll look.”

With disappointment, she unclutched his cock and watched him cross to the window. He looked as good going as he did coming. His ass was tight and squeezable.

“Oh fuck!” he whispered.

Her breath caught. “What?”

A pale, pasty color took the place of Dade’s normal olive complexion. “Chase is out there.”

“Oh shit!” She bounced off the bed and pulled the shirt around to cover her nudity. “What do we do?”

“We don’t answer the door like this.” He started for his jeans on the floor. She’d never seen a man slip into pants so quickly before. “You go to the bathroom and get dressed. I’ll take care of Chase.”

“Are you sure?” This could be World War Three getting ready to erupt.

He nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Open up. I know you’re in there!” Chase yelled through the door.

“You’ll need this.” She slipped his shirt from her shoulders and handed it over. She moved toward the bathroom carrying her clothes when Dade caught her by the elbow and pulled her back. She looked up at him, confused. “Yes?”

“One more.” He kissed her on the lips. It was brief, but it told her they were on each other’s side when it came to Chase.

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