Bleeding eyeball–Rhonda Lee Carver

by Rhonda Lee Carver

As a mom, there’s nothing worse than when one of my kids has gotten hurt. I’ve nurtured through stitches, scraped knees, boo-boos galore, but nothing prepares a parent for when their child has a bleeding eyeball.

My daughter was holding our cat and she was spooked. She scratched my daughter down her face, getting her in the left cornea. Her eyeball dripped blood, and if you’ve never seen it, trust me, you don’t want to.  At least I can say my kiddo handled it like a trooper. Me? Not so much. I took a face plant onto the floor. This only makes me appreciate those who work in the medical field even more. Later I spoke to a nurse friend who told me that she can handle blood and gore at work, but when it comes to her kids, she becomes a wienie. Sure, I’ll say that’s my issue also.

My daughter went to the ER where she was checked out by a specialist and was given eye drops that cost $1200. Yes, twelve-hundred big ones! When it comes to any injury to the eyeball, nothing is cheap. My suggestion, keep your balls–er, eyeballs–safe.

She’s made a full recovery. Cat? Not so much. Claws-be-gone!


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Welcome to Nirvana…your wish is a cowboy’s command.

Award-winning photographer, Jax Morgan, is dumped at the alter. Yet, she isn’t the scorned bride missing a groom. She has tall, dark and handsome on the horizon.

Maverick McCade can’t believe who just walked onto Nirvana Ranch in the middle of a blizzard, and on Valentine’s Day. He’s focused on making this day special, but he’s in for an awakening that’ll leave him sweltering.


“Jax…” Her name floated off his lips.

Her mouth slightly parted and she exhaled. “I’d like for you to kiss me now,” she whispered.

He blinked. His cock nearly snaked its way out of the waist of his jeans. “The feeling is mutual.”

She exhaled and slipped closer, minimizing the distance between them. He could smell her sweet scent and it made him needier. He wanted to slide his tongue over every dip and curve of her beautiful body.

Slow down, bro.  Don’t take things too fast.

She moved in, brushing the backs of her knuckles along his cheek. Holy shit!  She was welcoming him in with her sultry gaze. He did what any sane man would do and lowered his mouth to hers. It’d been a long time since he’d kissed a woman and what should have been an awkward moment, wasn’t at all. It seemed natural for him to be kissing her, slipping his tongue between the seam of her lips, and sampling her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The gearshift jabbed him in the ribs. It hurt, but only for a mere second because the pain in his groin was much worse. He’d never needed release more in his life.

Jax must have understood the dire problem. With a quick shift of her body, she had his back against the seat and was straddling him, her thighs spread above his zipper that bulged with his caged cock. He’d never been with a woman that took the moment by the reins and he had to admit the truth, he liked her brazen ways. He liked knowing that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

She threaded her fingers in his hair, knocking his hat off as she moved her palms over his head, nicking his scalp with her short fingernails. She pushed her tongue deeper into his mouth, tongues tangling and breaths mingling as they desperately explored each other. He moved his hands to the small of her back, lower to her bottom, and squeezed the voluptuous curves. He wished the denim wasn’t in the way of his starving touch. His fingers ached to have skin contact with her silken body, to learn her in every line of his fingerprints.  He was so hard, he thought he’d burst right in his boxers. Each time she moved, the apex of her thighs scrubbed his cock, and the muscle longed to be free from behind the confines of the zipper.

She pulled back, her chest rising and falling, her ragged breaths brushing his cheek. Her eyes were glazed and her lips were swollen, ruby pink from his kisses. She never looked more beautiful, never a lovelier woman had been in his arms. He could stay here, right here in the driver’s seat, and kiss her, love her, ease the desire boiling in his blood.

But she had other plans.

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2 thoughts on “Bleeding eyeball–Rhonda Lee Carver

  1. Beverly

    We go through so much as parents & I’m going to tell you the worry for them doesn’t end. Mine are 38 & 32….it doesn’t stop me from trying to make sure they’re still ok all the time. I’ m glad she’s ok & I would’ve done same with the cat.


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