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Dirty as Hell (book 2, Studs in Scrubs)

Established in her career and perfectly seasoned, she finds she’s weak for one stud in scrubs…
Sex therapist, Jenn Cove, helps couples, but when it comes to her own relationship, she’s a failure.
Dr. Bridge Cove is handsome, skilled and is considered a catch…except to his wife who wants him for one thing. Tragedy had ripped her emotionally from his arms, but an unexpected second chance brings them together again. Responsibility lands her back in his arms, and his bed, but can she eradicate the guilt and learn to trust him again?

At the threshold of the great room, he waited, allowing his eyes to adjust in the moonlight streaming through the large window. A slender silhouette was the only thing out of place. One step brought him to the sofa table and he turned on the lamp, the golden glow illuminated the room and pale, satin skin. He took in the sight before him and swallowed against the constriction in his throat. “Did you forget that you don’t live here any longer?”

Jenn stepped closer, giving him a better view of her beautiful, shapely body that was adorned with a red ‘lick-my-tits’ bra and matching panties. Her long, white blonde hair cascaded in soft coils down one shoulder. He couldn’t count how many times he’d had the lush locks in his fists as he rode her wildly. She always liked things wild…even a little rough, and he’d been glad to oblige. But times had changed. People had changed. Yet, the way his cock shot up at the sight of her never did. His body had a mind of its own when it came to her.

“Did you forget that we had plans?” The raspy tone of her voice only tented his pants more.

“That was twelve hours and a premature baby delivery ago. I got stuck at the hospital. Have you been here all this time?” He dropped his keycard onto the coffee table and squinted. There was something else different about the place. “Where’d all my junk go?” He scanned the clean room.

“Your ‘junk’ is either put away or in the trashcan.”

“You’re not supposed to clean my place. It’s my stuff,” he practically growled the words. “And my things to do with how I want.”

“Oh, so you wanted to keep the old pizza boxes and empty water bottles?” One thin brow shot up. “Is that a new bachelor décor that I’m not aware of?”

He scrubbed his jaw, realizing he hadn’t shaved in a few weeks. Maybe he’d let it grow a while longer. After all, the reward of being separated was that he had no one to please. “You know what I’m saying.”

“I needed something to do while I waited besides eating a bag of Twizzlers and expired cereal. You really need to buy groceries. And…you could have been a sweetie and at least texted to let me know you would be late.”

“I forgot. That’s what happens when I’m a casual fling.”

One corner of her mouth plunged into a frown. “Bad day at the hospital?”

He plopped down on the sofa, immediately feeling his muscles relax, although the Italian leather couch had never been his idea of comfortable. He was going to toss it out, right along with the other shit he no longer needed.

Jenn sashayed the five feet between them, each sway of her delectable hips like a pendulum hypnotizing him. Time only made her more beautiful, and his cock weaker. Just when he thought he couldn’t get any harder, she climbed on top of him, her knees on either side of his hips and her pussy directly above the part of him craving the stress relief that only a good fuck could achieve. She smelled so good, and looked even better—knew she tasted like heaven. It was easy to forget the hurdles and arguments between them—almost. Hard to forget when he’d become her booty call and not her husband.

“Is this really what you want?” he asked. Why did she have to be so damn beautiful? So enticing? From her ice blue eyes surrounded by thick, ebony lashes that never needed mascara, to her cute nose with the lifted tip and her plump lips that were the same color of pink as her nipples. The bottom was slightly bigger than the top so she always had a sensual pout. He knew just how easy those lips could take him to ecstasy and back with a little bit of attention.

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.”

“Hmm.”

“Don’t believe me?”

“It’s dirty as hell when a woman can have divorce papers delivered to a man in the morning and fuck him that evening. All in a day’s work I suppose.”

“In my defense, we were supposed to fuck last night.”

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New Releases! Rhonda Lee Carver

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Studs in Scrubs Series

Three established, smart, confident women and the studs in scrubs they crave. Who said life ended at forty?

Hot as Hell (Book 1) 99 cents Maturity, career and responsibility have kept her tame for too long. Her vanilla cage is about to explode…
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Dirty as Hell (Book 2) Preorder. Releasing 7/11. Established in her career and perfectly seasoned, she finds she’s weak for one stud in scrubs…

Sex therapist, Jenn Cove, helps couples, but when it comes to her own relationship, she’s a failure.

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Excerpt for Hot as Hell!

“SORRY TO BOTHER you doctor, but I have a serious problem.”

“And what’s the problem, Miss?” Sam Saxour looked at the beautiful brunette with bright blue eyes who was relishing a lollipop. She was leaning against the doorjamb, one foot propped against the frame.

“I have a little fever.” She pulled the lolli from her plush lips with a smacking sound and fanned her face dramatically.

His body tingled and the hairs on his neck shot up, just like another part of him.

“Come, have a seat.” Sam patted the end of the bed, still untidy from last night. He skimmed his gaze down her red tank top and black yoga pants to her slender ankles where the remnants of finger bruises were evident on her pale skin. “How are the ankles?” Guilt slithered through him.

“Amazingly sore, like the rest of me.” She flushed.

She must have just come from her beach class because her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and the damp top clung to her ample breasts. Her hard nipples pressing against the fabric made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. He barely kept his tongue from falling out of his mouth as he took in her hour-glass hips down to her legs that went on for miles as she sashayed her way to the bed. He had a feeling she put an extra dose of sexy in each step.

“Right here, doc?’ She pointed at the end of the bed, smiling.

“Yes, there.”

“Looks like someone forgot to make his bed.”

“I dragged myself out just before you showed up. I was…,” he grinned. “kept up most of the night.” Literally.

Lolita, as the pretty brunette called herself, sat down and slightly parted her knees. He quite envied the seam of her pants. She rolled her tongue around the ball of the sucker, then popped it back into her mouth only to remove it again. Damn. He’d never enjoyed watching a woman suck candy more. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he couldn’t blame it on the Florida heat, although he could fry an egg on the sidewalk. Hell, he could fry an egg on Lolita’s hot ass.

“Yoga was great this morning. All the stretches and moves smoothed out the kinks,” she said in a soft, sensual tone.

Sam knew exactly how athletic she was because he’d had the pleasure of examining her closely over the last week, every stunning curve and dip. Her five-foot-five, luscious body had him in knots. He opened his black, medical bag, took out the stethoscope and went to her, kneeling on one knee. “I’ll listen.” He pressed the chest piece against the area over her heart, his knuckles brushing one firm breast.

“Am I okay, doc?” Her eyes twinkled.

“Better than okay.” He winked and rubbed a hand down his stubbled cheek.

For six days, they’d had sex, tried every sexual position…christened secret places on the private vacation resort. Although he’d learned her variety of moans, whimpers, and passion-filled moves, he knew there was so much more to explore about this mystical woman. His body quickly agreed and he became rock-hard.

Lolita paused in her sucking, holding his eyes as she seductively dragged the stick from between her pink, moist lips. His jeans grew tighter as he tried to concentrate on the beats of her heart through the stethoscope.

With a twirl of the stick between her fingers, her smile spoke erotic poetry. “I have a suggestion,” she said in a low, alluring tone that vibrated his balls.

“What’s that?” His own voice shook. Lowering the chest piece, Sam no longer cared about his doctorly duties.

“I could use a dose of the medicine you gave me last night. The salty cream remedy.” Her eyes danced as she rolled her tongue along her top lip, making things even harder.

Sam blew out a breath.

Coming to the luxurious resort to get away from the city, he hadn’t planned to get caught up in an exciting affair, yet when he’d spotted her sitting under an umbrella on the white sandy beach, he couldn’t help himself but ask what she was reading. Lolita. He’d been intrigued.

 

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Avary Pine plays the cello like an angel.

One evening she is attacked outside of the theater after a performance and is left without the use of her hand.

Fast forward two years. After grueling physical therapy and living and breathing the cello, Avary is determined to become the musician she once was. Her music coach encourages her to start playing in the public again, but the mind doesn’t heal as fast as the body. Each time Avary closes her eyes she is filled with memories of the attack.

Living with her sister, out of money and in a career rut, Avary accepts an offer to play at a dinner party at the illustrious Knight Estate. Baby steps back into the musical world didn’t include a luxurious weekend at a vineyard, but does she have a choice?

Reserved, intimidating, rich Victor Knight reluctantly invites unworldly, mousy Avary to his estate–but he’s in for a shock. Nothing about her is mousy. The last thing he needs is to get involved with a sweet, free-spirited cellist, but why can’t he resist? She cramps his bachelor lifestyle, and he’s never been happier. But he can’t lose someone again…

Can they leave the baggage at the door and learn to trust? Or will their past poison their future?

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“That was close,” he whispered near her ear, his breath sweeping across her cheek.

He didn’t release her and she didn’t move. Instead, he lifted his hand to her jaw and slowly brushed his knuckles across her skin, tracing the line to where her pulse beat rapidly in the hollow at her neck. His fingers moved along her shoulder, examining the trembling flesh, gliding the tip of one finger over the tiny strap that held the top of the gown in place.  He tucked his thumb underneath and gradually tugged it. The gown slipped low onto one breast. Her nipples turned to solid pearls. He skated his thumbs down her arms and she shivered, a whimper escaping her quivering lips. His breath grew hotter against her nape, his chest lifting and falling raggedly. He nuzzled her neck, his sandpapery beard rasped her sensitive flesh, but quickly forgotten when he brushed his lips against her ear lobe, lower to the spot where her neckline met her shoulder. She was at a loss, uncertain what she should do. She couldn’t move for fear that she would land on her face. And her body liked his touch, enjoyed how he erupted a cluster of sensations through her, over her, around her.

She felt his gentle touch on her wrist—the hand with the scar. She moaned in refusal, but he continued to slide his fingers along the length of hers, his thumb tracing the puffy red line. Sparks traveled up her arm and all she could do was stand there, allowing him to coax forbidden sensations within her.  He brought her hand to his mouth and he kissed the spot where the scar was reddest, where the knife had first entered her flesh, the deepest cut. Then he traced the line with the tip of his tongue, upward from her palm, over her sensitive wrist and stopping where the scar ended, then kissing her again. Her veins quaked and her heart skipped ten beats. She’d never known such tenderness, such emotion.

A low groan slipped from within his chest and he easily turned her around to face him. She met his burning gaze and her lungs deflated. Seconds ticked by, maybe hours…maybe forever. She was in a hypnotic state as she watched him, his lovely eyes, his beautiful mouth that promised passionate kisses and of the secret things he could do to her—for her. For the first time in her entire life, she wanted a man to rip her clothes from her body and take her—hard and fast. She wanted to know what he felt like, have him explore her virgin flesh.

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Cowboy Giveaway! Rhonda Lee Carver

Hey, y’all! Spring has sprung. What are some of your favorite things about this season? I love seeing the new flowers pop up, the leaves fill the trees, which seems to happen overnight. New life being born on the ranches and farms. The first of the season vegetables in the garden. Ripe strawberries. And shirtless men.

Did you know that I have a cowboy up for pre-order? I do! Cowboys Forgive will be released June 7th!.

 

 

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Blurb:

Taking a dirt bath off a bull lands Jace Jackson into the hands of beautiful, smart, sexy country singer Jessa Garvey. In pain and loopy on pain meds, he has no clue he’s flirting with her, and making a big damn fool of himself. Back in high school she rejected him, and although years have passed, sometimes a cowboy can’t forget. When Miss Priss invades his space at Nirvana, he decides to give her a dose of her own medicine and puts her to work mucking stalls. That’ll teach her…
Or will it?
Trading her guitar for a shovel, Jessa is out to prove to Jace that she isn’t the same person she was as a teenager. As far as she’s concerned, he’ll forgive her even if it kills her, or lands her hot and willing in bed with the dangerously handsome cowboy.
She’s in deep.
Forgiveness is granted, but she isn’t prepared for the choices she must make. Has she changed enough? Does the sliver of selfishness remain?

 

Excerpt:

“I’m getting my pants back on. I’m feeling a draft.” He searched the room and found his clothes neatly stacked on the table. As he stepped over to grab them his gown opened in the back, showing off a pair of blue striped boxers. She stifled a giggle. Good thing he wasn’t naked, but good for whom? She wouldn’t have minded. Tight asses were hard to find.

“Damn!” He gave his head a quick shake. She noticed that he was having some difficulty managing sliding one foot into the leg of his jeans because he was favoring his sore ribs.

“Here, I’ll help.”

She heard his gasp as she knelt before him, helping him slide one leg in, and once that was done, she smiled. “That’s wasn’t too hard.” She looked up and gulped. She was eye-level with his crotch—his bulging crotch.

His eyes fell to her mouth and he didn’t need to say a word for her to realize where his thoughts headed. She couldn’t help herself as her own thoughts stumbled down the same direction. Looking further up his body, he was wide-eyed and a tuft of his hair hung down his forehead.

Clearing her throat, she wasn’t sure where to go from here.

He closed his eyes. Could he be trying to control his thoughts? Things only got worse—or harder. The tip of his erection poked out of the hole in his underwear. He opened his eyes and groaned in humiliation.

With jeans scrunched at his ankles, he took a step back, lost his balance and fell back onto the floor, hitting his head on the metal table sending it crashing against the wall.

“Damn! Son-of-a-gun. Mother fucker!” After the strings of curses finished, he lifted a hand to touch the back of his head, wincing in pain.

“Jace? Are you okay?” She squatted beside him, helping him sit up. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it feels great.” He touched his ribs lightly.

She bit her lip, not sure what to do to help him at this point. “I’m sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have gotten out of bed this morning.” He moaned. “Go ahead, hit me right here and knock me out.” He patted his cheek.

“I wouldn’t do that.” She frowned.

“Damn pain pills better work!” he groaned.

“Hold on. Let me see what I can do.” She found an ice bag that he must have been using on his ribs. She brought it over and he watched her, his eyes glazed. Yeah, she’d guess the meds were starting to kick in. Patting her lap, he looked at her funny. “I’ll ice the back of your head.”

He wrapped his steely arms around her. Their faces were so close she could see a freckle on his cheek. “I’m a little blurry-eyed and wobbly, but you’re beautiful.”

“Yes, you are a bit blurry-eyed.” She stifled a giggle.

Before she knew what was happening, he bobbed back and forth then moaned. Just as she’d suspected, she was no resistance against his weight. Together they fell to the floor with him sprawling on top of her, pinning her underneath his unconscious body. “Jace?”

Nothing.

“Hello? Yoo-hoo!” She tapped him on the shoulder. This time she received a deep snore in response.

Oh no. I’m trapped.

She tried pushing him to the side, but her arms were stuck under him. His snoring grew louder, tickling her ear drum. Her limbs were quickly falling asleep. And if this position wasn’t enough to throw her for a loop, his hand came up and grasped her breast. What should have been pure humiliation skittering through her body instead was a reminder that she was a woman who craved a man’s touch. A woman who found this cowboy sexy and amazingly virile.

He jerked and she looked down at his profile. He was staring at her. “Jessa? That’s you,” he mumbled. “You, snob, you. I didn’t like your prom dress.”

She froze. So, he did recognize me. Although he was talking out of his head.

“You’re cozy,” he said against her chest.

Jessa realized she should be doing her best to get the brawny man off her body, but instead, she found it quite entertaining. And she had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time she saw Jace Jackson, not if she could help it.

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Sneak Peek! Rhonda Lee Carver

Cowboys Forgive (#8, Cowboys of Nirvana)

Okay, I’ve announced that this book will be the final addition to Cowboys of Nirvana. I’ve received lots of messages from readers asking me to continue the series, telling me they’re sad over this announcement, and they want another Cowboy…

So far though, I’m feeling that Jace’s story will be the finale. It just feels like it’s time to sail the ship in a new direction. However, the positive side, for those readers who wait until a series is finished to grab all the treasures at once, well, your time is coming to get all the sexiness in one swoop. 

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Cowboys Forgive is available for pre-order, releasing in June. So, go ahead, click and have him stroll right into your kindle.

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Blurb:

Taking a dirt bath off a bull lands Jace Jackson into the hands of beautiful, smart, sexy country singer Jessa Garvey. In pain and loopy on pain meds, he has no clue he’s flirting with her, and making a big damn fool of himself. Back in high school she rejected him, and although years have passed, sometimes a cowboy can’t forget. When Miss Priss invades his space at Nirvana, he decides to give her a dose of her own medicine and puts her to work mucking stalls. That’ll teach her…
Or will it?
Trading her guitar for a shovel, Jessa is out to prove to Jace that she isn’t the same person she was as a teenager. As far as she’s concerned, he’ll forgive her even if it kills her, or lands her hot and willing in bed with the dangerously handsome cowboy.
She’s in deep.
Forgiveness is granted, but she isn’t prepared for the choices she must make. Has she changed enough? Does the sliver of selfishness remain?

 

Unedited Excerpt:

“Look,” he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the cot, making her roll back to give him space. “We both know I haven’t suffered a concussion. I could read you the ABCs backward and walk a straight line if necessary. After a good nap, I’ll be as good as new.”

Standing, she sighed. “Okay.” She nibbled her bottom lip.

“Yes?”

“Under the circumstances, I think you’re pretty hot. I mean…cleared to leave.” Was she forgetting that she had no medical training?

He smiled and his eyes lit. “’Bout time.”

“Just follow instructions.” She winked.

He stared a good five seconds. “Do I know you?”

She twirled a piece of her hair and her chuckle sounded more like a cat barfing. “I have that kind of face.”

Standing on his feet, he wobbled. “I think I know you.”

“Jace, I don’t think you should be standing.” He leaned sideways and she quickly moved forward, pressing her palms against his brick-hard chest. If he went down she knew she’d be no resistance.

Damn. He smelled good—a combination between leather and spice.

“I’m getting my pants back on. I’m feeling a draft.” He searched the room and found his clothes neatly stacked on the table. As he stepped over to grab them his gown opened in the back, showing off a pair of blue striped boxers. She stifled a giggle. Good thing he wasn’t naked, but good for who exactly? She wouldn’t have minded. Tight asses were hard to find.

“Damn!” He gave his head a quick shake. She noticed that he was having some difficulty with managing sliding one foot into the leg of his jeans. Busted ribs didn’t make it any easier.

“Here, I’ll help.”

She heard his gasp as she knelt down before him. She went to work helping him slide one leg in, once that was done, she smiled. “That’s wasn’t too hard.” She looked up and she was eye-level with his crotch—his bulging crotch.

His eyes fell to her mouth and he didn’t need to say a word for her to realize where his thoughts headed. She couldn’t help herself as her own thoughts stumbled down the same direction. 

Clearing her throat, she wasn’t sure where to go from here.

As if he couldn’t help himself, he closed his eyes. Could he be trying to control his thoughts? Things only got worse—or harder. The tip of his erection poked out of the hole in his underwear. He opened his eyes and groaned in humiliation.

Jeans scrunched at his ankles, he made the mistake of taking a step back, He lost his balance and fell back onto the floor, hitting his head on the metal table.

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Reese Shane’s life was changed forever when she suffered a traumatic head injury while on duty in Iraq. Three years later, she’s left with epileptic seizures along with a service dog that alerts her to oncoming seizures.

Army Ranger Seth Knight, also known as Dark Knight, isn’t a stranger to danger or trauma. A bomb explosion during a covert mission left him scarred physically and, more importantly, emotionally. With no interest in his family’s fortunes and glamorous social revelries, he has secluded himself on the large property his father left him in the Tennessee hills. He likes being alone, but when a fiery spirit shows up on his doorstep, his peace and quiet gets a makeover.

Reese’s work helping injured veterans is jeopardized when Angelina Knight passes away. She had promised to financially back Reese’s project. Now Reese must turn to plan B: Seth Knight. She’s heard the rumors of the recluse in the mountains and isn’t sure how she’ll convince the angry soldier why he should open his secret haven to veterans when he wants nothing to do with her, or her dreams.

Little does she know, but will find out, that the “Dark Knight” has many layers, and badass isn’t the only one.

Seth thinks he’s agreeing to help Reese, but soon he’ll find out that she is the one saving him…

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Seth knocked on Reese’s cabin door. She didn’t answer, so he knocked harder.

A minute later, the door swung open and there was the object of his chaotic thoughts. Because it was dark he couldn’t see her expression, but her slight moan told him she’d been sleeping and she wasn’t happy to be awakened at midnight.

“Seth, do you realize what time it is?”

“Time for me to give you a piece of my mind. That’s what time it is.”

She leaned in closer to him and sniffed. “Did you drink the beer or bathe in it?”

He laughed. He did find her humorous. “A man deserves a cold one after a long day’s work.”

“Yes, a cold one. Not the entire keg.”

“Are you going to lecture me?” he groaned.

“You came here, remember? Apparently with something to say to me?”

She moved and he got a whiff of her sweet scent that drove through him like a hammer. He gave himself a mental shake. He came here for a reason and it had nothing to do with breathing her in. Or to bury his face into her soft curves. He’d witnessed just how soft they were that afternoon and his palms were having withdraw.

“I did. I came to talk.”

“Why don’t we have this conversation when you’re, let’s say, capable of standing without a doorjamb for support?”

He snorted loudly. “I can stand on my own two feet.” He pushed away from the frame in an attempt to prove a point, but he wobbled. “This damn porch. It ain’t even.”

“Then by all means, let’s take this inside before the porch is the death of you.” She stepped back to let him pass.

Warning bells shot off in his head. Don’t go inside. Stay outside where it’s cold and not contaminated with beautiful Reese. But he didn’t listen. Never did.

He stepped across the threshold just as she turned on the bedside lamp in the open room. He could have kicked himself when he strolled his hungry gaze down the itty-bitty pink cami and the sleeping shorts. Apparently, he didn’t drown himself in enough beer because his dick pressed against the zipper until he swore he heard seams break.

“Don’t you have anything else to wear besides those show-all shorts?” he snapped.

She squinted. “What are you talking about? I was asleep in bed before you came rolling in here like a brewery in boots.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Do I need to remind you how enticing…I mean, how short those shorts were today? That little fringed edge. The hole in the pocket that could make a man think it’s a peep hole. Oh yeah, you know what I mean. I could read your mind they were so short.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her chin. “You came here at this hour to talk to me about this? My shorts?”

“How’s a man supposed to think?” He sniffed.

“Oh, I don’t know, possibly the first suggestion I have would have is for you to stop looking at my clothes if you’re offended, but since you think I have some deviant intention, wearing hat you call ‘peep holes’, I’ll put you out of your misery. Knowing I’d be painting, I didn’t want to wear any of my nice clothes since my entire wardrobe fits into a duffel bag, so I bought a pair of old shorts at the consignment store. Unfortunately, they were too long and the scissors too dull, and maybe my vision was lopsided because I couldn’t cut a straight line if it killed me. Before I knew it, I had Daisy-Dukes. Happy?” She rolled her eyes. “I guess next you’ll accuse me of taking a shower to smell good for you.”

He shrugged, dropping down into the chair. Her frown couldn’t be unseen. “You’re irritated.”

“Wow. Handsome and smart. You can go now.” She tapped her bare toes.

“Come on. Can’t a man sit and take a load off?”

“Do you have something else to speak to me about besides my wardrobe?”

“Yes. I don’t know how to put this lightly…because I know you probably don’t see it…but a pretty woman can sometimes take a man away from what he’s supposed to be doing.”

Tapping her foot harder, she sighed. “Is this ‘man’ you?”

He cleared his throat. “No, the crew here working. For instance, Lex. If you haven’t noticed…”

“Go on…” her frown deepened as she dropped her hands to her hips which drew his gaze to her slender waist, another part of her that he needed to steer clear of.

“I’m just saying, while we were sitting around at Mountain Mug, they mentioned your name.” He plucked at a loose thread on the arm of the chair.

“Your friends mentioned me? Why?”

“They think you’re pretty.”

She blinked. “Well, you can tell them thank you from me. Good night.” She took a step toward the door.

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Dirty stuff…oh my-Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all! Rhonda Lee Carver here.

Over the weekend I ran into an old friend and her husband and we sat down for coffee. She and I were discussing my books and her husband chimes in with “You’re the one who writes the dirty stuff…” Okay, usually I chuckle and wave off the remark, but this time I felt the need to educate. I asked, “What do you mean by “dirty stuff’?”

Him: “Sex and dirty talk. That’s what you write.”

Me: “I write romance with sex, yes, but the story of two people falling in love is the star.”

Him: “Oh, you write porn.”

At this point, I’m gritting my teeth.  I say, “No, I don’t write porn. Do you watch porn? You must to be a critic on what’s porn and what’s not.”

He didn’t say another word. What gets me, some people think there’s only one heat level in books. Sweet or dirty. Soooo wrong! Shall I say it again? SOOOO wrong! When I’m asked what heat level I write, I say, “If you watch a rated R movie (and who doesn’t), then you’ll like the heat level of my books.” But when I have to explain further, I use movies as the scale. Just as there are different ratings in movies, there are in books too. Sometimes I’ll get, “I’m embarrassed for people to know that I read sexy romance.” Then I ask, “What was the last movie you watched in a theater?” Almost every single time they’ll name a movie that is rated R. “So, you’re not embarrassed to watch a movie that has sex scenes, shows a woman’s boobs, or has graphic language in front of a room of strangers, but you’re not okay with reading a book? Do you read the book aloud to a room of strangers?”

Point is, I’m not ashamed of what I write and as a reader you shouldn’t be ashamed of what you read.

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Reese Shane’s life was changed forever when she suffered a traumatic head injury while on duty in Iraq. Three years later, she’s left with epileptic seizures along with a service dog that alerts her to oncoming seizures.

Army Ranger Seth Knight, also known as Dark Knight, isn’t a stranger to danger or trauma. A bomb explosion during a covert mission left him scarred physically and, more importantly, emotionally. With no interest in his family’s fortunes and glamorous social revelries, he has secluded himself on the large property his father left him in the Tennessee hills. He likes being alone, but when a fiery spirit shows up on his doorstep, his peace and quiet gets a makeover.

Reese’s work helping injured veterans is jeopardized when Angelina Knight passes away. She had promised to financially back Reese’s project. Now Reese must turn to plan B: Seth Knight. She’s heard the rumors of the recluse in the mountains and isn’t sure how she’ll convince the angry soldier why he should open his secret haven to veterans when he wants nothing to do with her, or her dreams.

Little does she know, but will find out, that the “Dark Knight” has many layers, and badass isn’t the only one.

Seth thinks he’s agreeing to help Reese, but soon he’ll find out that she is the one saving him…

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New Cover/Preorder sale–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all. Here in Ohio we’ve had the craziest weather. Friday, the temperature got up to 80 and by Saturday we were freezing our tootsies off at a low of 40…and it was snowing.

I have a new book up for preorder and it’s ONLY 99 pennies. Grab it now because it will go up after release. It’s up at Amazon, but will be up on all venues soon!

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Reese Shane’s life was changed forever when she suffered a traumatic head injury while on duty in Iraq.  Three years later, she’s left with epileptic seizures along with a service dog that alerts her to oncoming seizures.

Army Ranger Seth Knight, also known as Dark Knight, isn’t a stranger to danger or trauma.  A bomb explosion during a covert mission left him scarred physically and, more importantly, emotionally.  With no interest in his family’s fortunes and glamorous social revelries, he has secluded himself on the large property his father left him in the Tennessee hills.  He likes being alone, but when a fiery spirit shows up on his doorstep, his peace and quiet gets a makeover.

Reese’s work helping injured veterans is jeopardized when Angelina Knight passes away.  She had promised to financially back Reese’s project.  Now Reese must turn to plan B:  Seth Knight.  She’s heard the rumors of the recluse in the mountains and isn’t sure how she’ll convince the angry soldier why he should open his secret haven to veterans when he wants nothing to do with her, or her dreams.

Little does she know, but will find out, that the “Dark Knight” has many layers, and badass isn’t the only one.

Seth thinks he’s agreeing to help Reese, but soon he’ll find out that she is the one saving him…

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