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…