Guest blogger Rhonda Carver

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Sex in a bed is becoming less and less popular  in the books I write. Why confine your sex life to the bedroom when  you have the whole world to explore? Must I mention there’s something  exciting about doing the “naughty” in different places? Imagine  you and your lover getting home late one evening and as you’re both  walking down the hallway, you stop him, whisper a dirty-nothing in his  ear and there you two are…going at it like rabbits. Fast, furious  and surprising. Anything wrong with any one of those descriptions? Didn’t think so.

My characters can’t keep their hands off one another  in the kitchen. The smells are an aphrodisiac. Not every man I write  is a chef, but he knows how to work his lollipop. I like turning up  the heat and making a hot-spicy- a la-you. A little dash of steam, a  sprinkle of spice, a splash of juice–you have your own secret recipe.  How excited would you be if your partner wore a Kiss the Cook apron  and nothing else? Or, how about a “This Chef Nose His Stuff.” Imagine…a face and an inner pocket  where his “tool” fits inside and the nose grows? Yeah, a bit silly,  but I wouldn’t complain. Wouldn’t that make a great cover for a book?!?

I don’t think I’ve ever taken a shower without  a sinful thought coming to mind. The mixture of nudity, steam, water  and soap…oh my. I love sneaking off to the bathroom for a “washing  contest.” Have you ever played? Hmm…you’ll want to try. Lathering  each other’s body while pressed against the cold tiles with him behind  is a thrilling image, and feeling. Take extra time with his package–rinse  and repeat. Most men say they love the sensation of oral sex while having  the beads of water pounding their body. Sounds delish. Readers like scenes involving water, don’t they?  I’ve been known to thrust my characters into a lightning storm, thunder  in the distance and rain pouring down, soaking their bodies. Women are  sexy wearing a thin shirt, no bra, and wet. After all, wet t-shirt contests  are popular for a reason.

Tired of boring laundry? Who isn’t? Here’s an  idea–take off your clothes, throw them in the washer, then have a seat  on top. Warm things up during the rinse cycle with a little ride. Who  needs a vibrating bed?

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Second Ride Cowboy

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http://www.amazon.com/Second-Cowboy-Chance-Series-ebook/dp/B00DLC46AE/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1374935159&sr=1-3&keywords=rhonda+lee+carver

Blurb:

Riding is nice. But riding with a partner is  much more fun…    Duke McGraw learned the hard way that life can change in the blink of  an eye. Waking up from a coma, he wants nothing more than to ride back  into his life–but nothing is the same, not even Lila Sinclair. With  pride the size of Texas, Duke builds a wall of anger. Bent, not broken,  he climbs back into the saddle to see where the rocky trail leads him.     Lila loves Duke–always had, always will–but the wounds of tragedy  run deeper than physical. Confused by Duke’s emotional barriers, Lila  is at the end of her rope but refuses to lose hope. Tough and determined,  Lila’s out to lasso her cowboy. But will her nurturing heart be broken  again? A man like Duke comes with risks. When playing with fire someone  is bound to get scorched.     Some flames never die, and Duke and Lila’s connection is hotter than  hell. Temperatures rise on the ranch and horses aren’t the only thing  being ridden. When the future is at stake, choices must be made. Beyond  the scars and tragedy, will love rise again or will the second chance  be the last?

Excerpt:

“If you don’t leave now, I won’t be held responsible  for what happens!” Every muscle in his body tensed.

“What are you talking about?”

Logical reasoning gone, he grabbed her hips and dragged  her against his body. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he whispered  as he dropped his mouth to hers. He pressed his lips against her, slipping  his tongue inside her mouth and tasting her sweetness. Every nerve ending,  every cell, charged alive. He was consumed with heat and need. If he  didn’t gather himself, he’d lose control.

He started to pull away, but her arms looped around  his neck and a moan escaped her, erasing any possibility that this would  end without fulfillment. He’d suffer the consequences later, for now  he wanted to fall into the madness and the unyielding connection that  drew them together.

Her fingers dropped to his waist and undid the button.  At the same time, he slid his hands down her slender body, to the hem  of her shorts and smoothed his palms across her silken thighs. In one  swift move, he lifted her until her legs were wrapped around his hips.  He took two steps to the bed and lowered her, keeping their bodies entwined.  He laid down on top of her.

He lifted his head and looked down into her bright  eyes. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” His words came out on a long  breath.

The tip of her tongue swept out and moistened her  bottom lip. “Stop now and I shall burn and disintegrate,” she whispered.

Lifting himself up on his knees, he unfastened her  shorts and removed them from her body, her pink panties followed. The  air left his lungs in bittersweet yearning. “Damn, you’re so beautiful.”  He ran his palm along the slight curve of her stomach and downward,  running his fingers across the apex of her thighs. Vanilla entwined  with the scent of sweet pussy enveloped his senses. His cock grew and  he thought he’d burst.

She must have read his thoughts. She unzipped his  jeans and pushed them off his hips, freeing his cock that stood full  and erect. He helped by sliding them further down his legs and gave  them a toss. Her fingers wrapped around him, pumping and milking, as  her hips churned in invitation. Urgency washed over him. It’d been long,  too long, and he searched for control. Managing his breathing and burying  his face into her chest, he counted ten. When the tightness eased some,  he buried his finger knuckle deep inside her silken opening. “You’re  fucking hot.”

“I want you, Duke!”

“Are you taking something, baby?” he asked against  her cheek. “Protection?”

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16 thoughts on “Guest blogger Rhonda Carver

  1. Michelle V

    Yay! I loved Second Chance Cowboy and I didn’t realize that Second Ride Cowboy is out. I can’t wait to read it!

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  2. Wow this one sounds really adding to TBR list

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  3. Wow! I will definitely get this one to read. I loved the the blurb!
    Thanks.

    mays.robin@gmail.com

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  4. Sabrina Taylor

    Your books look very interesting and would be a great read. I will be adding them to my “To Read List”

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  5. I would love to read this series. It sounds really good. Thanks for the giveaway. Please enter me.

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  6. Armenia

    Wow, those are amazing gray eyes. Is that you? I had to comment about the color as the picture just popped at me when opening this email. I just finished reading Entwined By You by Sylvia Day, and Eve’s eyes were described as that color. Not trying to be a kiss-up, really, but they are beautiful.

    Thanks for the excerpt. Very nice.

    armiefox at yahoo dot com

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  7. Andrea I

    I am adding both Second Chance Cowboy and Second Ride Cowboy to my TBR list.

    ainfingerATcomcastDOTnet

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  8. lisagk

    Great excerpt and great ideas and suggestions. lisagk(at)yahoo

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