Bald Cowboy–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi y’all. One of my dear friends married her best friend, a cowboy from Texas, a few months back. They are so happy they make me happy. One evening we were sitting around with burgers and hot dogs on the grill and we got into a discussion whether he should shave his head bald or not. Yes, he is balding, but he doesn’t do the comb-over. He has been wrangling the idea to shave or not to shave for a few months now. So, I made him a bet. If I made a shot in the hoop he would shave. If I didn’t he wouldn’t shave. He agreed. Let me just say, I’m horrible at basketball. Whether it’s because I’m only 5’2, or just don’t have the skill, I suck. He was grinning ear to ear because he believed he had this. And guess what? The ball spun around the rim twice then went in. I won!

He shaved and two days later my friend told me, “Every where my hubby goes he’s being flirted with. He was even asked out while he was at the coffee shop. Women love baldies.” LOL.

So, what do you think? Should a man shave his head or not? Or does it matter if he’s a cowboy…?

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Excerpt:

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

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

Reaching for the hem of her shirt, she dragged the tank over her head and dropped it . Next came her shorts. Her nipples budded and she wanted to believe that it was caused by the breeze, but the moisture building between her legs couldn’t be ignored–couldn’t be stopped. There was something sensual about standing there, partially naked, with a handsome stranger, a cowboy, watching her. His hand came up and scraped his jaw, and the horse pranced from foot to foot. Did the mare sense his irritation…or tension?

Was Dade growing hard?

Her core pulsated and her skin warmed. She had only meant to prove a point, but instead she’d tapped into a fiery awareness inside of her body. Her nipples were now throbbing and pressing against the lace of her bra.

Not sure what had come over her, she had no choice but to follow through, and pretty much needed cooled off. Stepping to the edge of the dock she jumped in.

A second later she surfaced, squealing. “Holy fuck!” The water was frigid. Apparently, she hadn’t thought this idea through carefully enough. Swimming to the ladder, she climbed the rungs and raced to her clothes, quickly pulling them on. Scanning the field where Dade had been, she didn’t see him. Disappointment slithered through her. He was now gone. But in time she’d see him again.

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Excerpt:

“MOVE ONE MUSCLE and I’ll splatter your baby maker all over that fake Picasso painting hanging on the wall behind your head.”

Blake McKenzie held the shotgun steady on the naked man sprawled out on the messy bed. It was so quiet in the motel room, a pin hitting the floor would have been heard.  Empty beer bottles were scattered around the small area and the scent of smoke was strong in the air, making Blake want to gag.

The girl shifted on the bed, pink colored her cheeks as she pulled her shirt closed in order to hide her bare chest. “Blake, what are you doing here?”

“You’re a minor and your mother has been worried sick about you.” Blake didn’t take her gaze off the boy who was now sweating profusely and huddled up close to the headboard as if it was his lifeline. “So I’m asking you the same question.”

“Hey, she is here because she wants to be,” the man, Jonathon, finally muttered.

“Do the math, Einstein,” Blake said. “Twenty minus sixteen equals illegal. Not only are you lacking in brains by giving a juvenile alcohol, but messing with an underage child has serious consequences. You’re looking at some time behind bars.”

Monica shifted, making herself the wall between the shotgun and her boyfriend. “I love him. I’m going to marry him,” she wailed.

“Honey, you don’t want to marry this boy. I promise you.” Blake lowered her gun a mere inch so she could look at her best friend’s daughter. “Isn’t it time you told her the truth, Jonathon?” He sat there, his bottom lip quivering and tears rolling down his cheeks. “Let me do the honors since it seems the cat’s got your tongue. Monica, he has another girlfriend and she’s pregnant by him.”

 

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6 thoughts on “Bald Cowboy–Rhonda Lee Carver

  1. Teresa Forduce

    LOVE the books!!

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  2. Gail S

    I’m a little bias, I’ve always love a bald man. My Dad was near bald and wore it well. My husband who used to have a full head of waves, cut it shorter and shorter every year. I loved his little stubble and ran my hand over it often. So I’m going to say BALD IS BEAUTIFUL! 😀

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  3. I do find bald men sexy….

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