Some of my favorite covers by Alice Gaines

I have to admit to a weakness for bodice rippers–you know, the old historical romance covers where one member of the couple is ripping the other’s clothing off.  The idea being that they’re too excited to wait to undo buttons and hooks but have to get to each other’s bodies NOW!  After I learned that it’s almost impossible to rip the front of a dress but that the back would have a seam that might give way, I decided to have my  hero do that with my heroine in my first ever published historical romance.  Voila!  Waitangi Nights.

waitanginights  Dorchester Publishing did a wonderful job with that cover by filling it full of orchids.  The heroine was an orchid nurserywoman working for a rich and handsome man who lived in New Zealand.  By the middle they’d become lovers.  By the end, they’d become husband and wife.

In the olden days, publishers would hire two models and a photographer to do a photo shoot.  Then, they’d send the pictures to an artist who’d create an acrylic painting.  Publishers used to brag they paid more for the cover than they paid the author for the book.  I don’t know why they thought we’d appreciate that.

These days, photographers do the shoots with models and put the images up for authors and publishers to buy the right to use on covers.  Most people don’t pay to buy the image outright so the hero and heroine can appear on multiple covers.  That honestly doesn’t bother me that  much because we all hire wonderful graphic artists to make our covers unique and beautiful.

Here’s one I truly love.  CC_Alice Gaines_Cover (1)This was for Captain and Countess, my Kindle Scout winner.  I adore the intense color and how the man’s hand caresses the woman’s shoulder blade.  I also like the way she has one hand over her breast and the other tickling the back of his neck and his ear.  It suggests a bit of modesty but also a desire to touch him.  This is a Jenn LeBlanc image done up by my graphic artist, Talina Perkins of Bookin’ It Designs.



And here’s another one by Jenn and Talina.

TSL_AG_1563You may not be able to see the lovely flowers in the background.  I told Talina the couple is in Italy, and I wanted a garden setting.  Again, I think the cover suggests a combination of innocence and carnality.  I only learned later that my friend, Isobel Carr, who’s a perfect stickler for historical accuracy, sewed the garment the woman is wearing.

Here’s another but this time from a contemporary romance.  It’s still rather exotic in that the hero is a prince from a small Eastern European country.


I bought the right to use the hero and heroine, and Talina put in the background.  I love it because it suggests a palace, which is the setting of much of the book.

So,  how about you?  What makes a cover make you sit up and take notice.  I’d love to have your opinion, either here or at my e-mail




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My first–Rhonda Lee Carver

Do you remember your first? How anxious and excited you were. A little scared, emotional. Sweat beaded between your breasts, time seemed to stand still, your heart beat loud in your ears, warmth in your loins…and you opened the book. Oh, wait…what ‘first’ did you think I was talking about? I’m referring to the first book in a series that you read. Tsk, tsk…dirty little minds.

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Under Pressure by Rhonda Lee Carver

The Stone sisters know their way with a gun, rope, three-inch heels, and a cowboy’s heart. 


Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels

Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate has damaged. 


Forget Me Knot by Lori King

Will her vacation into the heart of cattle country turn out to be a mistake? 


Cowboy Crazy by Em Petrova

Five brides for five brothers…at least that’s the deal the Daltons have struck with their boys. Each son must marry in order to inherit a piece of the ranch they love so much. 


Watching Fireflies by Jaycee Ford

A cowboy who knew nothing of love. A city girl who wishes she didn’t. 


Sweet As Candy by Sidda Lee Rain

She may be the softness to smooth his rough edges. That is…if he can convince her to give an ol’ rodeo bum a chance. 


Lazarus by Beth Williamson

Being a Graham isn’t easy, and it’s about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart. 


The Heartsong Cowboy by Melissa Keir

Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl? 


Gimme Some Sugar by Stephanie Berget

She’s is a genius with cupcakes and croissants. He needs a ranch cook to whip up beef, beans and bacon. Love never tasted so good. 


Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun

She left town to chase her dreams…he stayed and ignored his…can they find love again? 


Davis: Letters of Fate by Paty Jager

A marriage of convenience ignites into a steamy romance and brings two strong wills together. 


Make Mine a Cowboy by Sandy Lea Sullivan

She writes fantasy cowboys for a living…but she never expected to find her own on the back roads of Hill Country, Texas. 


Chocolate Cowboy by Kirsten Lynn

Returning to Wyoming two things surprised GySgt Jared Worrell…becoming the town chocolatier and Lucy Thomas. Coming home never tasted so sweet. 


Montana Bachelor by Hildie McQueen

Rich Bachelor seeks Single Female who won’t mind complications of elite society, a suspicious father and an evil ex-girlfriend… 


Cowboys Never Fold by Lexi Post

A cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort but to win the sexy owner’s heart, he must bare more than his soul. 


River’s Edge by Gem Sivad

From gunslinger to ranch owner. He’s finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin. 



Jake: Men of Clifton by Susan Fisher Davis

He can tame the wildest stallion, but can he tame a stubborn redhead that wants nothing to do with him? 


The Real McCoy by Sabrina York

She mistakes him for a stripper…he is happy to comply!

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Under Pressure by Rhonda Lee Carver

Rhinestone Cowgirls, Book #1



The oldest of three sisters, Jewels Stone takes care of everyone, especially those she loves. When she finds out the youngest Stone is duped, she plans to rope and wrangle the cowboy to teach him a lesson on how to treat a woman.


Tied to a bedpost and as mad as a hornet, Spark Ryder wants to toss Jewels over his knee and spank her. Problem is, he’d enjoy it too much. Held hostage by rope and wax strips, he tries to convince her that she has the wrong cowboy. But how can he convince her that he’s innocent when she’s out to settle a score against all men?


While seeking revenge, Jewels finds a passion that’ll have her hanging by a dream. The pressure is too much and loose threads holding the past begin to unravel. Her brain urges her to run while her heart wishes to stay.


Spark wants nothing but distance with Jewels, but when things start to heat up on the Rhinestone Ranch, he samples Jewels’ treasure and finds himself on the wrong end of the rope again—but it’s his soul that’s bound to a woman who will never trust.


He wants to stitch her broken heart, but will he walk before his own heart is in need of mending?





SPARK’S NOSE ITCHED. But he couldn’t move his hands to scratch.

Forcing one eye to a slit, he wasn’t in his room, but still in the motel. Damn. He’d fallen asleep.

Opening both eyes, he blinked the fuzziness away and lifted his head. His arms were stretched high above his head and his wrists ached. He darted a glimpse above him.

He was tied to the headboard. Acid gurgled in his stomach. “What the hell!” He gave his hands a jerk, but the rope held them tight. “Fuck!”

Jerking a glance around the room…there she was…sitting in the chair, her legs crossed and a look of satisfaction covering her pretty features.

“What the fuck is this?” Now he understood why Ms. Stone had been throwing herself at him. “Talk to me!” he demanded.

A sticky, tingly sensation brought his gaze lower and on his legs. He squinted. Both legs were covered with some sort of pink, glossy paper.  “And what in God’s creation are those?”

She got up, stood at the end of the bed, a smirk curving her lips. “Wax strips.”

“Get them off me and let me the hell out of this bed!” he snarled

“Are you sure you want me to help you with the strips?” One thin brow curved maliciously.

“Hell yeah!”

She reached down, grabbed the corner of one strip and pulled.

“Ow!” he squealed as a fire like none other raced through his leg. Clenching his teeth, he looked at her through narrowed gaze. “What the hell was that for?’

“You did ask me to help you. So I did.”

“I’m talking about all of this—the rope, the shit on my legs.” He forced a breath through tight lips.

Smugly, she crossed her arms. “This is a lesson earned.”

He popped up a brow. “A lesson? For what?” Bringing his gaze back to his rope twined wrists, he visually examined the headboard. The cord was wrapped around his wrists, fashioned through the five-inch gap into the wooden detail, then pulled back through and tied in a knot. From what he could see, and with another tug, it wasn’t a bad knot.

“I’m sorry, but I have plans so I must hurry. I won’t spend much time with my explanation. You played my sister. Therefore, I’m showing you what it’s like to be played.”

He perused his brain, trying to find a clue as to what she was referring too. He came up blank. This had to be a joke! “Lady, the only one of us who is a player and a manipulator is you.” Seeing a flicker of confusion, he chuckled. “Yes, that’s right, Jewels Stone.”

One brow snapped up and her hands clenched into fists. “So…so, you knew who I was all along?” Her lips thinned. Good thing she didn’t have a weapon, otherwise he’d be dead, he was certain.

“What? You don’t like being caught at your sordid game? Pot. Kettle. Black.” He gave his arms a jerk and the bed creaked.

She darted her glance to his bound wrists, but only a mere flash. “Don’t talk or I’ll have to get the tape and cover your mouth.”

Anger sliced through his gut. Damn, woman! He didn’t doubt for a minute that she’d do as she threatened.

With a cold glance in his direction, she bent and grabbed something. His jeans! She dipped her hand into the back pocket and withdrew his cell. Now what was she doing?

“Be thankful that I’m not cruel, otherwise I’d leave you tied up here until the cleaning lady came, and considering I rented this room for two days, that’d be a long time to stay bound to the bed. Imagine the laugh the employees here would have.”

“Letting me go would be the best decision you’ve made, before things got out of hand.”

“Are you threatening me?” She shook her head. “Tsk, Tsk.”

“You have a warped mind, don’t you?” Pulling himself up, he heard the wood crack and the springs pop. It wouldn’t take much pressure for him to break the bed, but he’d have no way of getting the rope undone. Apparently, she was thinking the same thing because her eyes widened.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” She came to stand beside the bed. “Who would you like to call to ask for help?”

“9-1-1,” he grumbled.

“And imagine the story you’d tell. You were sleeping so hard that a woman tied you to the bed and placed hot wax strips on your legs. That’d be another group finding the humor in this scenario. So, would you like to change your contact person?”




About the Author

Rhonda Lee Carver is the bestselling author of the Second Chance Cowboy Series and Cowboys of Nirvana Series. She’s emotional, fun-loving, known to be witty (sometimes at the wrong times) and values a good love story.

By day, she taps into her creative, fictional world and writes beautifully-flawed, broken characters with big hearts that readers can relate to. In the evening, she travels back to reality and becomes the adoring, saucy wife, chauffeur for her two amazing kids, homework virtuoso (at least she thinks so), amateur nurse, mediocre chef, pet-guru, and a Jackie of all trades. She adds a sprinkle of her own real-life adventures in each story she spins. She wouldn’t give up one thing in her crazy, chaotic, ever-amusing life.

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Sneak Peek-Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all. I’ve been working diligently on the second book in Saddles & Second Chances, Penn’s Fortune. It’s coming along perfectly! So perfectly that I want to give you a tasty excerpt to get your juices flowing…


Up for pre-order any second.

Releasing February 15th, 2017!


 An unedited excerpt:

The knock brought Penn Jericho up from the couch where he’d been sitting in his dark living room, pondering his day and resting his aching muscles. His prosthetic foot clanked loudly against the wooden planks and anticipation grew wildly in him as he got closer to relief. It had been weeks since he’d found solace in the warmth of soft curves. He was long overdue.

Swinging open the door, he didn’t bother turning on the light as he reached out, grabbed a slender hand and dragged his earlier-than-expected-booty-call across the threshold. His body turned rock-solid, and he realized just how much he needed this. And because he wasn’t wearing any clothes, his cock saluted the sexy bombshell he pushed against the wall. She rewarded him with a whimper of surprise. A framed picture dropped to the floor at their feet, cracking the glass, but he didn’t care. Not. One. Shit.

He nuzzled her hair, glad that she wore it down unlike her usual practical ponytail, and inhaled her scent, then he paused. This wasn’t her usual cheeseburger/alcohol combination from waiting tables at the local honky tonk. No, this reminded him of a fresh batch of cookies. He could eat a dozen, but for now he’d settle for eating one, delicious, wet cookie. He threaded his fingers in her silken hair and lowered his mouth, drawing his tongue along the seam of her lush lips. He tasted cherry.  “I thought I’d go crazy waiting on you, Saucy,” he whispered close to her ear.

She stiffened. Now why would she do that? He pulled back, just enough to look down at her. The room was so dark he couldn’t see her expression, but he got the feeling she wasn’t her usual ready-and-willing self. He blew out a long breath. Maybe he’d come on too strong right off the bat, but she never complained before. “Are you playing hard to get?” No answer. “What’s wrong?”

“If I was ‘Saucy’ I’d probably be into this.” The soft voice tinged with an accent that wasn’t Texan made every hair on his body stand.

Have you grabbed your Perfect Cowboy Daddy yet?

Question is… Have you ever had sex in a hot tub?




“Am I late?” He dipped his hand in the water.

“I was getting anxious.”

“To relax in the hot tub?”

“No, for you.” She stood up and water trickled over her bare breasts, streaming from her hard nipples, gliding down her flat stomach and luscious thighs. Steam rolled off her skin. His mouth salivated as his cock shot up against his zipper.

“Damn. What you do to me, sweetheart.” He was as hard as iron and primed as a pile-driver. He skimmed his gaze over her again, admiring how her body glistened in the soft light. Her nipples budded more until they were puffy, crimson beds. “I like what I see.”

She lifted a thin brow as she teasingly slid the tips of her fingers between the valley of her breasts and paused at her navel. He wanted to follow that line with his tongue.

He growled.

“What are you waitin’ on, doc? I’m all alone in here.” She cooed and sunk back into the water, hiding her precious curves from his hungry gaze.

Without any hesitation or thought of consequences, he toed off his boots, dragged off his hat and tossed it to the nearest chair. Then came his shirt and because he was full of anticipation, he tore off a few buttons in his haste. She chuckled and stilled her arms on the edge of the tub, laying her chin on her folded arms and watching him as he continued to undress. Seeing the glaze in her pale eyes made his gut tight and his cock ache to sink not only in the water but inside of her.

He unsnapped his jeans, loosened the zipper and hurried to push them down his hips and off his legs, followed by his boxers, until he was naked. His staff saluted the sky. He stepped toward her, looking deep into her beautiful eyes.

Once he was inside with her, he waded next to her and she arched her back, bringing her breasts bobbing on top of the water. He couldn’t help but feel as if he’d won the lottery where Moon was concerned.

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Just for fun, an eXcerpt by Alice Gaines

This is from my first self-published book, which is frankly erotic for the first half and a romance for the second half.  I hope you enjoy it.  As usual, you can join my mailing list at


Shortly after the beginning of the second act, Carole had her first visitor—a woman, long-limbed, very elegant and most likely in her fifties. She forged her way right in and took the chair next to Carole’s.

She smoothed an errant curl with a bit of gray in it back from her temple. “Well, young lady, you’ve caused quite a stir. No doubt that was your intent.”

“I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“Ah, American,” the woman said. “No wonder no one recognized you.”

“Mrs. Carole Rose from New York.”

Instead of doing the obviously courteous thing—returning the introduction—her visitor pretended to look around. “Mr. Rose doesn’t seem to be in attendance.”

“He died several months ago.”

“My condolences. My mouth gets away from me sometimes. I’m Bertina Hammond, Lady Blakely, but my friends call me Bert.”

“I’m glad to make your acquaintance, Lady Blakely.”

“Well done, Mrs. Rose.” The lady’s smile broadened.

“Because I addressed you formally?”

“Because you didn’t assume I’m your friend.”

The music swelled as the tenor finished his aria. Applause rolled through the theater, as people jumped to their feet. Maybe some of them had listened to the singing. Carole also rose, as did her visitor. They clapped politely for a while and then sat back down.

“So, have you satisfied your curiosity, Lady Blakely?” Carole asked.

“Not entirely.”

“I’m not very interesting.”

The lady laughed. You couldn’t call it actual mirth, but it had a musical quality to it. “A woman alone in one of the best boxes? You had to know you’d attract attention.”

“I hadn’t counted on you to visit.”

“I daresay not, but ah, yes…here he is.”

Lady Blakely turned toward the back of the box, and Carole followed her gaze. Mr. Harthorn entered, went straight to her visitor, and placed a light kiss on her cheek.

“Hello, Bert,” he said.

“Hello, darling,” Lady Blakely answered. “I might have known you’d show up.”

“I can never stay away from you for long,” he answered.

“Liar.” Lady Blakely patted his cheek and rose. “Behave yourself with Mrs. Rose here. She’s American and doesn’t understand our ways.”

“No one understands your ways, Bert,” the man said.

“You’re such a bastard.” The lady rested her hand on Carole’s shoulder. “Watch out for this one.”

“Thank you for stopping by,” Carole said.

Lady Blakely left the box with an angry rustle of silk.

Mr. Harthorn sat in the now vacant chair next to Carole. “You mustn’t pay any attention to Bert. Her claws are sharp but don’t go very deep.”

“Do all people in England wander in without an introduction?” Carole asked.

“We’ve met.”

She studied him. His brown eyes sparkled with mischief, and his sable hair curled around his collar in a style too long for proper fashion. With his long legs and broad shoulders, he cut quite a figure. He was an indecently attractive man and obviously knew it.

“This afternoon, although we weren’t introduced,” he said. “I’m Roger Harthorn, as I’m sure your companion told you. She was quite scandalized.”

“You know Mrs. Carter?”

“I’ve observed her type often enough.” He gave her an insolent smile that dazzled, even in the near-darkness of the theater. “The posture gives them away as well as they way they pretend not to be staring. Dudgeon of the highest order.”

She couldn’t help but smile, too. He’d described the solicitor’s wife to a T.

“Do you enjoy the opera, Mr. Harthorn?” she asked.

“I tolerate it well enough,” he answered. “You?”

“I like it very much.”

“Don’t tell me I’ve finally met someone who comes here for the music,” he said.

“I’ll admit that wasn’t my only reason.” Her cheeks grew warm. They’d be quite pink now, but with any luck, he wouldn’t notice in the dim light. She’d never learned how to flirt, and at her age, she’d probably never catch up.

“You hoped to be seen, or you wouldn’t have taken a whole box for yourself,” Harthorn said. “I hope the person’s worth all the trouble and expense.”

“I’m sure he is.”

“A man. Of course. Give me his name, and I’ll arrange an introduction.”

Damn. What did she say to that? She didn’t have a name and didn’t want to meet anyone else, anyway. but she’d never find the nerve to tell Harthorn she’d come looking for him.

“A secret, eh? Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s seen you.” Harthorn rested his arm on the back of her chair and leaned close enough to put his lips near her ear. “He noticed you this afternoon well enough.”

Ah, yes. The brush of his fingers on her table as he’d gone by. “I don’t see how you could know that.”

“Mrs. Rose, let’s not toy with each other.” His voice came low and sweet, his breath tickling her ear. “We forged a connection this afternoon.”

“You’re exaggerating a bit, aren’t you?”

“Not at all. I haven’t reacted this powerfully to a woman since I was a lad.” He took her hand and set it in his lap, pressing her palm against the front of his pants.

Oh, dear Lord. She tried to pull her fingers away, but he held them there. “I got this way from simply watching you sip tea.”

Her heart hammered, and she had to remind herself to breathe. After all these months, she had her hand on a man’s member. Through his pants, yes, but the outline was unmistakable—long and thick and so very hard. Exactly what she craved. Deep inside, her own sex got the connection he’d spoken of. Despite the impossible situation, her pussy felt empty, begging for what it hadn’t had for so long.

No—had never had. Oscar was never like this.

“So, will you slap my face now?” Harthorn asked.

She swallowed around the lump in her throat. “No.”

“By God, you’re direct. An Englishwoman would have dodged and dallied.”

“I’m too old to dally,” she said.

“And thank the Almighty for that.” He bent toward her again, this time placing a soft kiss on the naked skin of her shoulder. “May I know your first name?”

“It’s Carole.”

“Carole,” he repeated, before gently nibbling his way toward her neck. Her breathing grew labored as he left pinpricks of fire everywhere he touched her.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered against her throat.

“You’d better stop. Someone might see.”

He straightened and turned her head toward his. “You’re an innocent.”

“I was married for ten years.”

“But you’re still innocent, aren’t you?”

“I knew my husband on our wedding night.” She tried again to free her hand from where it rested against his crotch. He still didn’t release it.

“But you were a virgin then,” he said.

“That’s the way it’s usually done.”

“How sweet.” That delicious smile curled his mouth. “And you haven’t had a man since he died.”

Since some months before, but she couldn’t betray her husband by confessing it. Instead, she bit her lip and did her best to calm her trembling.

“That only makes me hotter, Carole. My cock’s throbbing now,” he said.

“Shall I stroke it?” Good Lord in heaven, where had that come from? “Through the fabric, I mean.”

A light of pure mischief entered his eyes. “You’d like to do that?”

“I find it fascinating.” She squeezed him, pressing the head with the tips of her fingers. “Could I make you spend that way?”

He sucked in a breath. “I daresay you could.”

“Would anyone notice, do you think?”

“They can’t see into my lap.”

“Will they see this?” She reached lower, between his legs where his sac would be and stroked it softly. That took the mischief from his eyes, but his lips still stayed in that lazy smile. He turned back toward the stage, pretending to follow the opera, but they both knew none of the music penetrated his brain.

What fun. She’d never, in her life, expected to do anything like this, but Thomas had opened her mind to all kinds of delicious possibilities. Thomas. Darling Thomas. Why had she never asked him if he liked opera? She’d have to do that in her next letter. Then, she’d have to ask if he’d like to sit in a public place with her hand on his cock. For now, she’d pretend he was here with her now as she used gentle pressure against the length of his shaft. Up, down, and up again to linger at the tip.

“You do that very well,” Harthorn said. “I wouldn’t think you inexperienced.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

He let out a soft moan. “This won’t take long at all.”

“You mustn’t give anything away with your expression,” she said. “Your friend, Bert, may be watching us.”

“She won’t tell. She likes her husband’s money too much.”

“And you know secrets he wouldn’t want to hear,” she said.

“I say…” His eyes drifted halfway shut. “Could we discuss it later?”

“Of course.” She moved her fingers faster, gripping him as tightly as she could manage through the wool of his pants. He sat rigidly, and his eyes went out of focus with pleasure.

“Talk to me,” he whispered. “Something filthy.”

“Would you like to fuck me, Roger?” There. She’d said it. The worst word she knew.

“God, yes.”

“I’d like that, too. My cunny’s getting damp for you.” That was no lie. Who would have thought that she, a virtuous widow with hardly a dirty thought until a few months ago, would find herself with a perfect stranger like this? Sitting in public, stimulating his sex and telling him she wanted him. “But you won’t have me, will you? No, you’re going to spend in your pants like a schoolboy.”

“Oh…ah…don’t stop.”

“No one can know what I’m doing to you, or I will stop,” she said. “Promise me you won’t make a noise when you come.”

He gritted his jaw. “Bloody hell.”

“Do it, or I’ll leave you hanging.” She paused in her work on his tool. She wouldn’t leave him this way. If nothing else, she wanted to see what he’d do when the climax hit him.

“I promise,” he said in a strangled whisper. “Have mercy. Finish me.”

She squeezed the tip of him and then stroked his length—hard and fast, all the way to the base. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as his body stiffened. His hips jerked as he climaxed, but he made no sound above a soft grunt. Such a sight he made—the male animal consumed by lust. She’d never watched a man’s face at the ultimate moment before. She’d see Thomas in this state eventually, and he’d witness her ecstasy, too. Right now, Roger Harthorn slumped against his chair, breathing heavily. She finally reclaimed her hand setting it in her own lap.

“That was extraordinary,” he said softly.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Like? My dear Carole. The word is inadequate.”

Pride glowed inside her. The idea of taking other lovers had seemed silly and even morally bankrupt when she only wanted one man—Thomas. but she could learn so much before she joined him. How much better to go to him fully prepared to fulfill his wildest fantasies than to have to grope blindly for just the right caresses to make him wild with wanting her.

Yes, Thomas had had it right. She’d experiment with other men and give the benefit of her lessons to her ultimate lover.

“You’re grown pensive,” Roger said. “That didn’t repulse you, did it?”

“Not at all.”

“You seemed willing. Even eager.” His face showed uncertainty, even worry. For heaven’s sake, the scandalous fellow who’d bedded any woman he wanted, actually cared about her opinion of him.

“It was a revelation,” she said. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“Nor have I. I usually entertain the lady.” The wicked heat returned to his eyes. “Would you like me to do the same for you?”

She nearly gasped with surprise. “Your hand under my skirts at the opera?”

“Not right now. It’ll be intermission soon.”

“You’ll have to rejoin your friends,” she said.

“Eyebrows will rise if I don’t.”

“Eyebrows have probably already risen.”

“No doubt about that.” He chuckled. “Still, I want enough time to do the job properly.”

“What do you suggest?”

“Will you be here tomorrow night?”

She smiled and nodded.

“I’ll see you then.” He leaned toward her again. “In the meantime, don’t touch your pearl. I want it hungry for my touch.”

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He did that?Free book–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all! Here in Ohio we’re having a heatwave. Yes, I’m serious. Yesterday, the temp rose to 70, and today…well…I walked outside  in my short sleeves (and you know I’m cold-blooded). Crazy, huh? Of course, I’m anticipating Mother Nature dumping a monumental-sized amount of snow right on our heads any day now. That’ll teach us.

One of my closest friends is single, has been since she and her husband divorced a while back. She decided to jump into the dating scene again and it’s a scary world. Not all of her dates have been terrible, but a few have been worthy of a comedy. Last week, she called me and said, “I think I’ve just had the most awkward date ever.” Here’s what happened…

She was set up on a blind date with Ted (not his real name). They met at a restaurant and had a fairly decent time, and then he tells my friend, “I have a condition where I don’t like to be touched. So, no hugs at the end of the evening, please.” She searched his expression for any signs of humor and couldn’t quite gather whether he was teasing or not.

The next phase of their date was the movie theater. They had gotten there early and had over an hour to spare. Ted told her he’d be back in a few minutes and he left. She stood in the lobby in her heels for almost fifteen minutes and she was wondering if Ted had simply left. Thirsty and tired, she decided to stay because she wanted to see the movie. She ordered a drink, reached for her card  and the girl at the counter told  her the machine was down and could only take cash.

No drink. No sign of Ted. But at least the movie was about to start.

And then Ted reappeared, carrying a shopping bag in one hand and a drink in the other. Apparently, Ted doesn’t like waiting in crowds so he’d decided to do some shopping for a shirt and grab himself a drink. How do you think my friend responded…?

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Welcome to Nirvana–your wish is a cowboy’s command

Exhausted with carrying around the weight of a damaged past, Cara is ready to take the ultimate step in finding her old self, before she met and married her evil husband. She needs to get away from the small town where rumors are spinning and people know her. When she visits Nirvana Ranch, an R&R, she realizes life isn’t as bleak as she thought.

Ben is missing something. He doesn’t feel the excitement he once did as a ranch hand at Nirvana, until he meets a guest that turns his world upside down. He has a connection with her that he can’t brush off or deny. Getting to know her breaks every rule in his book, but he is willing to take the risk.

Cara didn’t expect her life to change the moment sexy and rugged Ben walks in. Parts of her are flaming hot for cowboy, and she has an opportunity to break the rules, something her husband never allowed. Ben triggers her every fantasy and every desire. She’s on the ride of her life and it doesn’t require a saddle.
What started as a strong urge to take Cara to a new level of passion becomes much, much more for Ben. Cara’s touch destroys the boundaries he’d built—exposing a secret of his own, a past of heartache and guilt.

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Welcome to Nirvana. Your wish is a cowboy’s command.

Not getting any younger and wanting to leave her cheating ex-husband in the past, Moon Novak decides she wants a child, even if she must do it alone. Well…as alone as Mother Nature will allow her.

She’s lacking a key factor—a man.

Dr. Cam Parker isn’t quite ready to jump into the saddle after losing his wife to cancer, but he isn’t against getting his feet wet with the stunning, brazen cowgirl ranch hand at Nirvana.

What he didn’t expect is to become a perfect cowboy daddy. Or that he would fall for the raven-haired beauty.

Nirvana Ranch is steamier than ever. There’s lust between the sheets. Secrets. Conflict. Hot cowboys. And a maniac on the loose who wields a deadly club and has a taste for revenge.


A thought struck her like a slap to the back of the head. If she got pregnant soon, she could say buh-bye to any sexual pleasure that didn’t require batteries for the next year, or two, maybe even three. Her parents had told her that their sex life had been put on the back burner until she went away to college. Eighteen years was a long dry spell.

Moon gulped and her chest tightened. Maybe she needed to rethink this whole plan. Not the insemination, that she was sure of, but the idea of not making sex a top priority. This could be her one and only chance before she concentrated on a baby.

She mentally shook herself. She might be surrounded by some of the best looking cowboys in Wyoming, but when they looked at her they didn’t see breasts, soft curves and vagina. They saw ‘one of the guys’. Sure, she didn’t help the situation any. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten dolled up or applied makeup—or spritzed herself with her favorite perfume. She found herself reaching for the cotton granny panties in her drawer more often than the lacy, satin lingerie she used to love to wear for Art. Wedgies and working the land didn’t mix. These days, it was all about flannel and jeans, ponytails and Bag Balm. She’d always been a tomboy, loved getting her hands dirty, but she enjoyed being a lady too, feeling wanted and desired. Enjoyed driving a man wild between the sheets.

Since walking in on Art fucking Tracey, a lot had changed. The sight of him and her sprawled across the couch, grunting and thrusting, was tattooed on the back of her eyelids. It wasn’t the pain of his cheating that left her cold now. The fact that her life had been thrown for a loop left her bitter. She needed to take a plunging step forward, and that’s what having a baby would do for her. Push her onto the next rung of the ladder.

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Baby, it’s cold…Rhonda Lee Carver

Winter is officially here. I dislike the cold weather. And you see, I didn’t say “I dislike winter.” There are many things I love. The snow is beautiful. Sledding. Fires in the fireplace. Candles lit on the mantel. Boots (oh how I love boots). When it’s snowing, a lot, and you’re outside, listen to everything around you. That’s right, there’s not much to hear. The snow is similar to being in a sound-proof room.

Okay, I know y’all are expecting ‘smut’, but it’s Christmas time. I want to talk traditions. My family and I have several that I look forward to, even more than opening presents. We all gather in the car with our hot chocolates, listening to holiday music and go Christmas-lights cruising. Honestly, it’s not just for the light show. During this time I get all of my kids together in one spot and we’re not all racing around and phones are off limits. We actually talk.

Then there’s the tradition of our shopping adventures. This is fairly new because just over the last few years my kids have started enjoying shopping and buying for others. This year we visited Barnes & Noble and stayed entirely too long. I couldn’t complain. My kids could live surrounded by books. That makes me one proud momma. Then we walked around Easton and looked at all of the lights set up around the marketplace. Salivated over all of the expensive shops. Good thing our fingers and toes were freezing off and cut our trip short or we would have walked away without a dime to our names.

One of my favorite traditions is the ‘sharing’. Now that my kids are old enough, we each write a letter, a poem, story, or draw a picture that reflects on what we’re grateful for. Last year, my youngest gave me a small tree and attached to it were scraps of paper. Each piece held a small note describing something positive, like “You’re beautiful” “I love you” “You’re the best mom in the world”. Each day I was to read one note. Let me tell you folks, best present ever! This year, my oldest daughter wrote me a letter. She mailed it from school and when I received it I was surprised. In it she wrote how much she loved me, how grateful she was that I help her as much as I do and that she probably will never be able to show me how much she appreciates me. I cried. And cried more. It will go down as also being the best present ever!

Do you have any holiday traditions? I’d love to hear about them.

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As a girl, Ash James wanted a knight in shining armor to carry her away and together they would live happily-ever-after.

And then she grew up and waiting tables at a greasy diner blemished her fairy tales.

Her idea of a perfect prince matured and she had an appetite for alpha: sexy, muscled and scintillating. Declan Knight was everything she wanted—everything she found mysterious. When he walked—no, strutted—into her life she was ready to throw uncertainty, and her apron, out the window.

Her knight put a ring on her finger and whisked her away to the ‘castle’ where she settled in nicely, until she soon realized every prince can turn into a toad. Before long she was back wearing a faded uniform, living on tips and scrimping to get by. And keeping her sister out of trouble. Sometimes deadly trouble.

Fate has a plan and her name is Angelina Knight. How will Declan’s late sister play the role of fairy godmother? How will Declan save Ash from someone who is out to harm her?

Will Ash see that sometimes a toad just needs a kiss…a touch…and endless nights of passion to turn him back into a prince?

Also, my newest cowboy of Nirvana, A Perfect Cowboy Daddy (Book 7), will be released in January. You can pre-order it now!

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Welcome to Nirvana. Your wish is a cowboy’s command.

Not getting any younger and wanting to leave her cheating ex-husband in the past, Moon Novak decides she wants a child, even if she must do it alone. Well…as alone as Mother Nature will allow her.

She’s lacking a key factor—a man.

Dr. Cam Parker isn’t quite ready to jump into the saddle after losing his wife to cancer, but he isn’t against getting his feet wet with the stunning, brazen cowgirl ranch hand at Nirvana.

What he didn’t expect is to become a perfect cowboy daddy. Or that he would fall for the raven-haired beauty.

Nirvana Ranch is steamier than ever. There’s lust between the sheets. Secrets. Conflict. Hot cowboys. And a maniac on the loose who wields a deadly club and has a taste for revenge.









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Book worthy–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all. Rhonda Lee Carver here!

Several days ago I stopped at a friend’s house to drop off a pan of lasagna I made for her and her family. Her father, Bill, has recently moved in with her because he has  Alzheimer’s Disease. I sat down with him and talked.”I have a story that you should write about.” he said. Now, I’m going to throw this out there…if I had a dime for every time I’ve been told this I’d be in Bora Bora enjoying the ocean drinking a Mai Tai. However, when a seventy-year old tells you this, it’s wise to sit up and listen. So I did. And this is the story he told me, and I think it’s book-worthy.

He was fifteen when he met the love of his life, Clara. He was from the poor side of town and her family was wealthy. Yet, as he said, “Love doesn’t see dollar signs”. Her parents, a strict attorney and a stay-at-home mom, disliked him from the beginning. They warned Clara that if she didn’t stop seeing Bill they’d send her away to an aunt’s house for the summer. But love was strong…

When the strict father realized his narrow tactics weren’t working, he decided to try something different. He invited Bill for dinner and by the end of the day, they were out on the porch talking. Clara’s father said, “If you really want to see my daughter, then you must pass the test.” This ‘test’ consisted of keeping a candle lit from midnight to sunrise. Bill agreed. He sat outside on the porch, with a lit candle, knowing if the flame died, so would his chances with Clara. He refused to allow that to happen.

Some time later, the flame had gone out. Bill freaked out. He was willing to do whatever it took to get the candle lit again. He walked across town in a storm, in the middle of the night, to his house where he grabbed a full book of matches. He made it back to Clara’s farm, lit the candle…over and over again. Sunrise was nearing and he had one match left, but because it had rained most of the night it was damp. The candle’s flame died and that one match didn’t work. So, when the sun came up, the candle was out.

Saddened, Bill faced Clara’s father, expecting the worst. “The flame went out,” Bill confessed.

“Where did you get the matches?”

“I walked home and came back. I stayed up all night. I used every match I had, but in the end it didn’t work.”

The father said, “Son, I have a confession. I gave you a trick candle. It isn’t meant to stay lit. The true test was in how far you would go for the love of my daughter. You thought outside of the box, which you must always do when it comes to marriage. You were willing to stay up all night, sometimes an argument doesn’t end when we’re tired. You also used up every last means you had until there was nothing left to keep the candle lit, and you still didn’t walk away. You don’t give up. That tells me you’ll be in this relationship  until you take your last breath.”

Clara and Bill married a year later. We can’t be sure if the father used a trick candle, but one thing is for sure. They were married for fifty years until she passed away.

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Before she reached the door, he was upon her, dragging her back against his wide, linebacker chest. She swore she could feel the heavy beating of his heart in her shoulders, but maybe it was a combination of both of theirs. He snaked a hand around her waist, flattened his palm against her stomach and pressed her against him. She could feel the lean, muscular solid line of his body, but the thick bulge pushing into her bottom made her womb spasm and her clit throb. She couldn’t fall victim to his passion again, but she wasn’t sure she could resist the temptation.

“You need taken care of, bella,” he whispered next to her ear. “The dark circles under your eyes tell me you don’t sleep, never had. You’re too skinny. Your hair, although smelling like Georgia peaches, needs cut. Your fingernails are broken and the polish chipped. You’re not asking for the money to grab a pedicure and a new wardrobe.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled them back from her neck. His breath was warm against her skin and tingles shot through her body, nestling like beads of heat in her core. Oh, she could easily let her body go, ease back into him and allow human nature to take its natural progression. “Tell me, sweetheart. Why?”

“I told you, I can’t tell you why I need the money,” she whimpered, wishing her pussy would stop pulsating.

“No. Why did you not come back?” He inhaled deeply and he dropped his hand to her breast, gently squeezing.

She gasped and her knees weakened. She had no choice but to lean into him. Her voice wouldn’t work.

“I took care of your every need.” The hand he had on her stomach slid downward, slowly, lower on her thigh. She barely registered that he tugged the hem of her skirt higher until she felt his touch on her quivering inner thigh. Her heart raced and goosebumps scattered her flesh. “I would have continued to take care of you.” His long fingers were at the elastic of her panties and he slid the material aside, gliding his warm fingers along the seam of her body. “Still groomed and soft like the wings of a butterfly. I’ve sucked your quivering, juicy flesh until you begged me to fuck you hard. A man can never forget such a thing. Never would I want to.”

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Thou shalt be merry…or else. By Alice Gaines

Call me Ebenezer.  The “holiday” season is not my favorite time of the year, and I suspect I’m not alone.  First of all, many of us simply don’t do well with short days.  We need sunlight to keep our spirits high.  (I swear if I were rich I’d have a house in the northern AND southern hemispheres so I could follow the sun.)  Then again, some of us have experienced loss around the holidays, and we just don’t feel like being merry.  Couple that with the conviction everyone else is having a glorious time and we should, too, whether we want to or not, and this time of year becomes a real bummer.

Having said all of the above, it’s still the case that I’m about the worst Pollyanna you’ll ever meet.  Happiness is my natural state.  So, this year, I thought I’d list a few small things that can bring a smile to my face and get me to singing to myself.

Number 1, and this one is truly simply.  Happiness is walking on the treadmill at the gym when an old Marvin Gaye song comes on my Pandora.  (For me, happiness is being at the gym, but I don’t expect I can make you feel the same way.)  So, here’s this wonderful music, and right in the middle of a song I’ve heard hundreds of time, some lyrics jump out at me:

“As long as you’re moving, there’s always a chance somebody watching might want to make romance.”

Is that lovely and profound, or what?  (Hint:  “what” is not the correct answer.)

Number 2.  Looking in the freezer for something else and finding pesto I’ve made over the summer.  Pesto tastes like summer.  It just does.  Furthermore, I make it from the basil I grow in my back yard.  Then, I package it in individual servings so when the weather is bleak and cold, I can put it on pasta and smile.  Occasionally, I forget about one of the bags of pesto servings, so when I discover it by chance, I’m a happy camper.  More on pasta…

Number 3.  Playing with my food.  I had an event cancel the other day and found myself with a couple of free hours.  I decided to make some pasta dough and play with shapes.  For an hour or so, I did my best imitation of orecchiette, which is Italian for little ears.  Here’s how they came out.


I’m sure an Italian nonna would laugh at my primitive attempts, but I had fun.  I imagine children would enjoy playing with shapes and then eating their creations.  BTW, here’s a simple pasta recipe for a food processor.  Put 1 cup flour and 1 tsp salt in the food processor.  With the motor running, add one egg.  Then add water in drops until the dough forms a ball on top of the blade.  Remove from processor and knead with more flour until the dough is no longer sticky.  Let the dough rest for 10 minutes, and then play.

Number 4.  Orchid bud!  I recently ordered a couple of mini-cattleya orchids from the wonderful folks at Carter and Holmes.  When they arrived, one of them already had a bud on it.  It’ll flower soon.


This picture is really fuzzy, but I imagine you can pick out the little bud.  Instant happiness, and lest you think I spent a lot of money, the plant cost under $20, including shipping.


So, when the holidays don’t live up to their publicity, remember they go away on their own on January 2.  You can’t say the same about car repairs or problems with the IRS.  Make your own happiness.  And in a while you’ll be rewarded by one of life’s greatest joys…seed catalogs.

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Alpha & the Holiday–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi y’all! Rhonda Lee Carver here!

I can’t believe that Thanksgiving has gone by and soon it will be Christmas. I’m almost finished with my shopping, thank goodness. I so dislike going into stores and finding no one with any holiday cheer. People scooting around, pushing their carts, and being rude just because they’ve had a bad day…month…or maybe year. Kindness doesn’t cost anything.

I’ll tell you a funny story.

I was in Sam’s Club a few days ago and there was an aisle display  with two comfy, soft, thick, lovable blankets. Oh, by the way, I love soft, cuddly blankets as much as I love shoes. There was a blue one (which I already have) and a red one. Standing a few feet away a couple were arguing over which color of blanket they should choose. He said, “The blue matches the bedroom”. She said, “But I love the red.” I was standing close, my eye on that red blanket. My fingers were aching to stroke the material like my new favorite pet. I waited. And waited. They still fuss. I was growing impatient. A friend of theirs happened by and said “hello” and without thinking of the consequences I snatched up that blanket like a thief in the night and took off like a bat out of hell. I jumped behind a stack of roasters and peek. The arguing couple were no longer arguing. They were looking around like, “What the hell just happened?” I moved along with my pretty blanket and felt justified.

Later, as I stood in the check out line, I saw out of the corner of my eye that couple was beside me and she was eyeing me like I had toilet paper sticking out of my pants. I told myself, “I didn’t do anything wrong.” Yet, I felt guilty. She was staring, not at me now, but at my red, comfy blanket. I wondered momentarily if this would end up like one of those crazy, chaotic videos where people are fighting over stuff they won’t use in the next year.

Then it became too much. I grabbed that blanket and placed it off to the side as if I’m no longer wanting to take it home and snuggle and watch a Hallmark movie. She snatched it up. And I continued on. I came home and ordered one online.

Now let’s talk books.

His Weekend Wife (The KNIGHT Brothers Book 2) is releasing 11/29. Have you pre-ordered your copy yet?





As a girl, Ash James wanted a knight in shining armor to carry her away and together they would live happily-ever-after.

And then she grew up and waiting tables at a greasy diner blemished her fairy tales.

Her idea of a perfect prince matured and she had an appetite for alpha: sexy, muscled and scintillating. Declan Knight was everything she wanted—everything she found mysterious. When he walked—no, strutted—into her life she was ready to throw uncertainty, and her apron, out the window.

Her knight put a ring on her finger and whisked her away to the ‘castle’ where she settled in nicely, until she soon realized every prince can turn into a toad. Before long she was back wearing a faded uniform, living on tips and scrimping to get by. And keeping her sister out of trouble. Sometimes deadly trouble.

Fate has a plan and her name is Angelina Knight. How will Declan’s late sister play the role of fairy godmother? How will Declan save Ash from someone who is out to harm her?

Will Ash see that sometimes a toad just needs a kiss…a touch…and endless nights of passion to turn him back into a prince?


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The last thing she expected were glass slippers and a storybook romance…but the miracle of the holiday will surprise her.

Country singer, Storm Rich, finds himself in a snowstorm on a back road of the Tennessee hills. He’s late for a show and his manager is breathing down his neck. Just when he thinks things can’t get any worse, he swerves to miss a dog and hits the ditch. But an angel comes to his rescue…

Charlie Lindon has suffered heartache most of her life and this Christmas is no exception. After the loss of her daughter she’s never quite been able to pick up the pieces of her broken heart and move forward. However, fate has a gift for Charlie that won’t fit under the tree.

Stuck in the small town, far from home, on Christmas Day, Storm finds refuge, but he’s faced with helping an angel with a broken wing. He’s always been good at flashing his wide smile and dimples and ladies falling all over him, but Charlie isn’t the swooning type. Yet, looking into her eyes he sees more than a distant, shattered woman. He sees beauty, kindness and a fiery spirit.

If they make it until New Year’s Eve, a magical kiss might turn a Christmas fantasy into reality.

Previously published in the boxed set, Ring in a Cowboy. Added scenes make this holiday novella more delish and longer.


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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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