Pre-order! Rhonda Lee Carver

I’m excited to announce that His Weekend Wife (#2, The KNIGHT Brothers) is available for pre-order! This erotic romance with a dash of suspense was a delight to write. I love the Knight brothers. Of course, considering I created them. But if you’re into alpha males who meet their match with strong women, then you’ll love these stories. The brothers aren’t your average billionaire alphas. They are powerful and in charge, and although they might like to think they are in control, the women have a different say.


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Stepping into the dim lit room, she noticed the silver tray in the middle of the bed. At first, she didn’t see Declan, but there he was, a beacon to her weary soul. His jacket was gone and his tie undone. The crisp, white button down was unbuttoned partway, showing off his smooth, broad chest. He pushed away from the dresser, his gaze slipping over her. “Take the robe off,” he demanded.

Without hesitation, she reached up and pulled the belt free from her waist. Pushing the robe down her body, it landed at her feet in a puddle of silk. His eyes slightly widened as he took in the sexy baby-doll. Did she hear him growl? Her inner thighs trembled as she stood there under his heated stare, aching to have him remind her where his passion could take her.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he said on an exhale of breath.

He cupped her face with his large hands and kissed her. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead against hers. “If you don’t want this, don’t want me, now is the time to tell me.” His husky voice vibrated the center of her body.

Any tension remaining in her , any doubt or uncertainty, melted away. “I want this.”

Those three simple words broke all chains. He took her hand and together they walked to the bed. “Please have a seat, bella.”

Without hesitation, she sat on the edge of the mattress, pushing herself up to lean against the cold headboard. He took a step back to admire her, taking her in with his penetrating gaze. Witnessing the tightness of his jaw, the glazing of his eyes, made her nipples bunch against the delicate fabric. She stretched her legs out, bending one knee, not bothering to remove the red, three inch heels.

She’d keep on the fuck-me heels.

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Futuristic Theory with #Neanderthal DNA by @AnitaPhilmar

Remember in Jurassic Park how scientist recreated dinosaurs for the DNA recovered from mosquitos.

Well, now that scientists have found Neanderthal DNA in humans what if they discover, that this is the missing link to psychic abilities?

Whether or not this is tTrue or not. I used this premise to build the premise for my new series The Ancient Warrior Prophecy.

A secret society of people have Neanderthal DNA. They know the power, which is being passed down through the generations. Their leaders and shamen have been passing down the knowledge of the tasks they need to perform for humanity. This prophecy requires strong men and women to step up and save us from the destruction of the world.


The Warrior in Me – yes, it appears to be nothing more than a simple murder mystery with strong romantic elements. But it also reveals the secret people who carry the burden of saving the world. How they work to protect the secret of Neanderthal in the human genome.

The Warrior in Me – Erotic Murder Mystery/ Romantic suspense

Blurb: Special Security Agent Sebastian Berlin is eager to track down his partner’s killer. Instead, he’s assigned the job of baby-sitting a scientist. His boss thinks she’s the key to an Ancient Warrior Prophecy. Science never interested Sebastian, but the know-it-all female standing at the end of his Alaskan dock could persuade him to do a little experimenting. That is, if he can keep his Neanderthal Warrior genes from taking control.

DNA specialist Lily Sinclair is in need of a vacation, or so her over-protective ex-husband tells her. Arriving in chilly Alaska instead of sunny Cancun, she’s tired and cranky and so not in the mood for her bodyguard’s he-man tactics. Still, there’s something about the sexy eye-candy that makes her want to lick him all over even as she’s demanding to go home.

Then Lily’s ex is poisoned, and Sebastian is certain the two murders are connected and she could be next. She knows he’s hiding something, but with the worldwide release of Neanderthal DNA project only days away, she has no choice but to trust him to protect her. But can she trust him with her heart?


“I hate to tell you, but we found Cain’s body last night. He took two slugs in the chest.”

Relief, followed quickly by shock, filled Sebastian. A numbing sense of disbelief overwhelmed him. “What the hell? I thought he was working on a simple security detail.”

“Did he discuss his assignment with you?”

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair and scrambled to recall his last conversation with his best friend. Cain had called a week ago with a request for information on the people he’d been assigned to protect in California. His voice had reflected a bored almost disgusted tone. At the time, Sebastian had held his tongue and didn’t comment, but later he questioned the anomaly. His friend loved life and never became discouraged even when the odds were against him.

Frowning, Sebastian rubbed a hand over his neck, stroking the hairs that suddenly stood on alert. His initial disbelief faded. A gaping hole widened before him and stretched into an endless sea of despair. What the hell would he do without his best friend, his confidant?

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Vote best title–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all! Rhonda Lee Carver here!

I will be starting a new series soon, releasing 2017. This is a little different than my other series. These will be jam-packed with suspense, heat and bad-ass ex-military men who are total heroes.

I need help picking out a series title that grabs your attention. Can you help? Here are the choices…

  1. Covert Brotherhood
  2. Covert Warriors
  3. Code of Honor

Pick the one (only one please) that you like best and write it in the comment section. Then watch to see if your selection has won! Thank you!

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Another new release by Alice Gaines

New from Changeling Press:  Earth Con, Mated


For the sake of her people, Princess Meriane must mate with an Earth man to bring more diversity into the gene pool. When she’s conceived a child, her mate will join the other males in the men’s colony. In this way, her culture has perpetuated itself in peace for generations after banning the hated Triani from their midst. Finding a proper bed partner shouldn’t be hard at Earth Con, should it?

Zarim has been sent to Earth Con to masquerade as an Earther in order to worm his way into Meriane’s bed and her heart. When he finds himself falling in love with the virginal but feisty princess, he has to discover a method to make peace between their peoples. Unfortunately, his very identity makes him an outcast on her planet.

Read an excerpt (not work safe).  At the bottom, you’ll see what I’m raffling off to someone on my newsletter list.

Before Meriane could change her mind, she dropped the blanket to the floor and stripped out of her underclothing.  Now naked, she grasped the shower curtain and pulled it back far enough for her to climb in.

“Welcome, Princess,” Zarim said.  “Let me wash your back.”

The water was, indeed, heavenly.  She let it run all over her body, the spray little pinpricks of pleasure.  True to his word, he lathered his hands and spread them over her shoulders and massaged the muscles.  With a sigh, she tipped her head to the side to give him better access.

“That’s it,” he said.  “Feel good?”

“My yes.”

“I can make you feel even better if you let me touch you all over.”

“I’m not sure I should.”  Yes, yes, yes.

“I won’t do anything your committee needs to hear about,” he said.  “You’ll still be a virgin.”

“You promise?”

“I haven’t lied to you yet, have I?”

Logical.  Granted, he hadn’t told her anything about himself, so he hadn’t had an opportunity to lie, but maybe that was being picky.  He could have taken advantage of her the night before and hadn’t.  He’d only helped her.

“I’d like that,” she said.

“Believe me, so would I.”  He tugged her back against him.  He must have lost his erection, or she’d feel it against her backside now.  He couldn’t take her virginity without one, so he had to be telling her the truth.  Now he wrapped his arms around her and lathered his hands in front of her.  After setting the soap aside, he cupped her breasts and worked the flesh with strong fingers.  Oh my, he’d been right about making her feel good.  She seemed to swell to fill his palms, and her nipples stiffened.  When he circled the peaks with his thumbs, something surged inside her.  The same excitement she’d felt since the beginning in his presence, but so much more intense.  For a moment, she forgot to breathe, and she had to work for air.  Other parts of her body responded as well, especially between her legs.  He hadn’t touched her there, but the sensitive flesh craved him, nevertheless.  This was dangerous and delicious, and she’d let him do exactly what he wanted.

Again, he soaped his hands.  This time, he wrapped an arm firmly around her, still cupping one breast.  Then he ran a palm over her belly toward her sex.

As if he knew about the ache between her thighs, his fingers went directly there, into the hairs covering her sex.  She shouldn’t let him touch her there.  It was forbidden territory except for her mate.  But she’d already granted him so much, and no one would know what happened in this place so far away from Phaena.  And he’d created such a need inside her.  Such a craving that if he didn’t do something to ease the throbbing she’d have to do it herself.

When he parted the lips there, he took away any power to tell him to stop.  She’d already consented by allowing him to go this far, and his touch felt so blessed good.

Then he found the exact spot — the little organ at the very center of her existence.  When he rubbed it, she whimpered and leaned back against him.

His arm still supported her, or she would have fallen.  She was melting from the inside out, her bones pliant.  All her concentration was focused on that one place.  As he rubbed and stroked it, she had to struggle for breath.  Yes, she’d touched herself before and understood the resulting pleasure.  This was so far out of her experience as to create a new world of sensation.

“You’re going to come for me, Princess,” he whispered into her ear.  Something else registered, too.  He’d grown hard again, and the length of his shaft pressed against her buttocks.  If they were to mate, he’d put the thing inside her.  Until that moment, she’d never understood how her body could accept something so large.  Now her sex commanded it.  Could he take her right here in the shower?  What position would work?

“Your sweet pussy is so wet,” he said.  Now he stroked the inside of the lips, and they swelled and grew heavy.  She was indeed moist, and not just from the shower still pelting her front.  Each stroke of his fingers drew more from her, and each time he landed on her clitoris, she rushed closer to completion and transformation.

“I want to hear you sing,” he said as he continued pressing her secret spot.  The storm built and built inside her.  She’d already given up on rational thought and even her other senses.  Nothing existed except the pressure against her most sensitive flesh.  She could only rest against him and let him finish what he’d started.  Any moment now.  Please, please…

Then the bonds holding her to reality snapped, and she soared into orgasm.  For a moment, it crushed the breath from her, and then she was crying out as her sex clenched and released rhythmically.  Unbelievable, although she couldn’t deny the voice bounding off the tiles was hers.  Nothing had ever felt like that.  She wouldn’t have believed it possible if anyone had told her she could respond so forcefully.

Eventually, it ended, and she remained cradled against his body as a sweet lethargy settled over her.

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GUISE’trilogy Menage A Trois’ by R.M.Simone’ The man with the GREEN EYES


GUISE’ man With Green Eyes…  GUISE’ pronounced ( gheez) French
THOSE GREEN Eyes…what was it about his eyes? Something played behind those eyes that drew me into the colors of the waters of Caribbean blues with aquamarine greens. It was his SOUL that drew me. But those eyes…ah, those green eyes.

GUISE’ trilogy by R.M.Simone; Soul Mate of the PAST.

Somehow in that first meeting his eyes spoke volumes to me and it was his soul. It was a business meeting in London for my new publisher and this threw me a curve. Now the VISIONS I was having and dreams made more sense. COMING ATTRACTIONS. I saw, felt and was submerged into an ocean of water around me with those green eyes of his starring into my soul. One word came to mind…ATLANTIS.…/…/ref=asap_bc…



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New Cover–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all. Rhonda Lee Carver here.

I want to show off my new cover for His Weekend Wife (The Knight Brothers, Book 2).


Unedited excerpt:

“Yes, I think I’d like to.” A wave of warmth came over her, burning her cheeks. She would have turned to run if her sister’s image didn’t pop up in her brain as a reminder why she was doing this in the first place. She started to place the purse on the table, but he took it from her and their fingers brushed. Unprepared for the sudden onset of scorching heat spiraling through her body, she jerked, dropping the purse to the floor. The latch popped open and the contents spilled out around her feet, a tube of lipstick rolled one way while a tampon rolled the opposite direction. Instantly, she went to her hands and knees, gathering her items and shoving them back into the handbag.

“I see you’re always equipped for the unexpected.”

His husky voice brought her chin up and they came face-to-face. My God, he’s a beautiful man. Taken by his pensive gaze, it took her a good five seconds to realize he had her extra panties dangling from his forefinger, an amused smile lifting the corner of his perfect mouth.

“Thank you.” She practically tore the lace from his finger and quickly deposited them back in the case. “One never knows when they might need an extra pair.”

“Were you planning on spending the night?” His laughing eyes drilled into her, seeping honey straight into her bloodstream.

“No, of course not.” Latching the purse closed, she stood, trying not to think too hard on the fact that he’d held her intimate garment in his hand and the pair of panties she had on were turning moist. She knew without a doubt that he worked fast in turning her inside out, but she wasn’t the type to move much faster than a turtle when it came to sex. The very reason why they waited until after marriage before they made love. She’d wanted special, and that was exactly what he’d given her. And probably why she hadn’t gotten anywhere close to allowing another man to touch her in a sexual way. Once a woman has known a distinctive emotion, that certain feeling that spins magic from her roots to her toes, she couldn’t imagine it happening a second time in a lifetime with another man.

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Don’t Judge – Anna Lund

Have we always been so judgmental? Or is it just social media that has brought it out into the open? I see so many posts of Facebook, Twitter, forums, etc. Even overheard conversations:

“I don’t know how anyone would want to read about BDSM. Or be aroused by spanking. Or think about male/male. Or imagine age play. Etc. Etc. Etc.” Underneath these statements slithers a thread of judgement which really means, “I think there’s something wrong with that. Wrong with a person who thinks that. Feels like that. Fantasizes like that.”

I’m sure that some of the things arousing to me would turn other people off immediately.  And vice versa. To each his own, as the saying goes. I don’t happen to like mushrooms but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with those who do.

And honestly, I don’t know if we really have control over our fantasies. The same things turn me on now that did from when I was old enough to have fantasies. And for a long time I thought I was alone in those fantasies, and I did think there was something wrong with me. I’m so grateful for erotic romance because I discovered that other people had all sorts of arousing fantasies too, and I could read about them and I could write about them. And I knew it was all right.

So I would never judge anyone else for their fantasies.I write spanking romances because I think they’re fun. And they turn me on. I don’t happen to care for age-play, but that’s okay.Lots of people do. I just leave those books to the ones who do.So why does judging have to come into it?

I know I’m probably preaching to the choir here on this blog. Our readers are a pretty open-minded bunch. Do the people shooting off those snarky comments do it on purpose, or do they not even think about it?

Just the rambling thoughts I had on my walk this morning…




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Karma pooping bird! Rhonda Lee Carver

Summer is on its way out the door.

To get in one last walk before the leaves are gone and there’s a distinct chill to the air, my dog and I took off for the park. While we were there we sat down on a bench and watched the ducks being fed by the pond. Along comes a mother with her two young children, a preschooler boy and an infant in a stroller. They were strolling along and the boy was dropping pieces of bread in his path and the ducks were happily grabbing them as fast as they were given. Then the bread ran out…

The boy was still being followed by the relentless ducks. Without bread he must have felt threatened. Or cornered. Or just simply tired of entertaining them.

He picks up a handful of rocks and begins tossing them at the ducks’ heads. The mother told him to stop, but she was preoccupied with the baby who was crying. The boy continued to use the ducks as target practice with bigger rocks, and then came the kicking.

Suddenly, a loud squawking sound was heard and the boy stopped and frowned. From where I sat the ooey, blue/purplish wetness could be seen splattered on his head. He started screaming, “A bird pooped on my head.”

No, I didn’t laugh, but I wonder where I can get one of those karma pooping birds?

Have you grabbed your copy of Roman’s Choice yet?


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“I have never read a book by Rhonda that has disappointed me and this one was possibly the best one yet! I absolutely loved this story and couldn’t put it down. My day job sure got in the way of my reading!! Pippa and Roman’s story was a love at first site and was amazingly written. I loved how the story showed their love developing and how they grew together!

I CANNOT wait to the other brother’s stories come out! I have a feeling this series might end up being my favorite!! Write faster Rhonda!!!”

“This is such an amazing story. Roman and his brothers are so funny, and Pippa and Brie were so cute with their “makeovers”!! I couldn’t stop laughing at the line: “Sweetheart, it looks like a makeup bag vomited on your face.” Roman and Pippa meet in Vegas and it is immediate attraction. Hot, mind blowing sex and a semi drunk wedding proposal and marriage in a chapel with Elvis. Catch your attention yet? You know the saying: “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?” Well, I promise you that this time it doesn’t. This is going to be a great new series by Rhonda. Lots of laughs, lots of hot steamy sex, and a few tears. I can’t to read more of Roman’s brothers.”

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“But your dressed the part. That’s a plus.” He skimmed his gaze over her, stopping at her aching breasts and staying even longer at the apex of her thighs before he lifted his curious gaze back to hers.

“These old things?” She tugged at the jeans and gave the toe of her polished boot a kick across the planks of the porch. “I just had this laying around in my closet.”

“I doubt that’s true, but I’m not complaining. I always love when a woman wears her thoughts on her T-shirt. What does this one say?”

She slipped off her flannel and tied it at her waist, showing off the tank she wore underneath. “Free hugs. Can’t beat ‘em.”

“I’d take the offering, but I have a feeling I might want to hear what you have to say first.”

“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.”

She scrolled to the fireplace where the only touch of personality was in a row of framed pictures. The first one was of five teen boys, all disheveled haired, thin bodies and smiles, some showing off braces. They looked so similar they had to be brothers.

“My brothers.” He must have read her mind. “Back when we were kids.”

“The similarity is unmistakable.” She found him standing in the middle of the room, deep dimples bracketing that gorgeous smile.

“Know which is me?”

She scanned the young men in the reflection and pointed to the one on the end. His hair was long, touching his ears and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He certainly had grown and widened in many areas. She smiled at the thought.

“Very good,” he said.

The next picture was of an older couple. Roman had the man’s facial features and the woman’s eyes. “This your mom and dad?”


“Have you told them they have a daughter-in-law?” She laughed.

“They’re both gone.”

She shot him an apologetic look over her shoulder, her throat constricting at her error. “I’m sorry, Roman.”





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New release by Alice Gaines


New release from Entangled Lovestruck.  Just One Week.  Out September 12.

“Alice Gaines will tantalize your romance taste buds with a book you can’t put down until the very last page.” NYT bestselling author Jasmine Haynes

Her brother’s best friend is not only the hottest man Michelle Dennis has ever seen, he’s the one man she hopes to avoid after leaving town eight years ago. Of course he’s the one waiting at the airport. Worse, he made sure they’re staying in the same house.

Pro football player Alex Stafford is expecting to pick up his friend’s kid sister, not a full-fledged bombshell. He was planning to apologize for their past, but the feelings he had years ago come roaring back…and this time, there’s no denying them.

Keeping his hands off is a test he’s bound to fail—especially when they’re stuck in close quarters. But falling in love with Michelle, living in her world, isn’t an option for a guy like him. And remembering that will save them both a lot of heartache…

Read below for an x-rated excerpt:  (Not work safe)

Michelle awoke from an incredibly erotic dream to discover the reason she’d become so hot and bothered. In her dreamscape, the man making love to her had Alex’s face and an incredibly huge erection. Something she’d never be able to enjoy in reality, but for sleep-induced fantasy, it worked just fine.

The actual cause of her arousal became clear as consciousness dawned. Alex had reached around her, and his fingers had parted the lips of her sex. One now toyed with her using the same amazing technique he’d done with his tongue the night before.

“What are you doing?” she said, her voice breathy with sexual excitement.

“Thought that would get your attention,” he answered.

Another reality penetrated the fog in her brain. He’d become erect, the outline of his hardness pressed against her ass. The texture of latex against her skin told her he’d managed to put on a condom without waking her.

He was going to give her sleepy sex—the kind you simply enjoyed and didn’t worry about your own response or your partner’s. Just for the hell of it, she let her mind drift back to her dream, and she was taking that huge instrument inside her and it was pushing her closer and closer to climax.

Just when things couldn’t get any more heavenly, he shifted, lifting her leg up and over his and positioning himself to enter her. Spread wide like this, she felt impaled on him as he filled her completely. Now, she had him stretching her while his fingers continued his magic on her most sensitive flesh.

Pleasure so absolute she couldn’t bear it, and yet it got even better as he moved inside her. If she’d thought the night before had been a fluke, she had to admit now that Alex could make her body respond in ways she’d never imagined. And she selfishly took all he was giving her with no thought to satisfying him. She’d pay him back. Oh yes, she would.

He was driving faster now, and he rubbed harder. As the arousal built to unimaginable levels, she gave in to the inevitable. The orgasm rushed through her, starting at the spot between her legs and radiating out to encompass her entire being. She shouted as the spasms started, and she gripped him again and again. So intense. So beautiful.

Behind her, he stiffened, and he let out a muffled roar against her shoulder. He’d be coming, too, making her climax all the more powerful.

After a minute, they lay together, both working for breath. He still held her against him as if he’d found a treasure.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said finally.

“You sure know how to wake a girl up.”

“Not just any girl. You.”

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