Hi, y’all. Rhonda Lee Carver here!
I’ve been attending a wine tasting group for several months. We don’t meet often (shucks!) and I don’t know many of the women very well. One of the ladies, we’ll call her Sue, invited a few of us over to her brother’s house for wine by the pool. When I arrived at the house I was in awe. The place was amazing and luxurious. I was afraid to touch anything, but she said her brother is go-with-the-flow. We’re all sitting around, drinking, snacking, having a good time when one of the ladies comes back from the restroom asking, “Why aren’t there any family photos, or anything personal?” Sue answers, “Ladies, I have a confession.” Her expression turned serious. “This isn’t my brother’s house. I don’t know the man who owns the place, except that he is out of the country on business.”
I spurt wine out of my mouth. We’re all in shock. Is she joking?
“I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I’ve had a problem for years, breaking into other peoples’ homes. I’ve been to the doctor, but the meds aren’t helping,” Sue said.
Okay, let me remind you. I don’t know this woman very well. She seems nice, head-together, cool…but I’ve had friends in the past who turned out crazy.
Then she starts laughing–so hard that she’s almost crying. “I had all of you! Haven’t any of you seen the movie The Gift?”
Yes, we made her prove that we weren’t trespassing. And yes, I did see the movie The Gift!
I have a new series coming out September 6th! Saddles & Second Chances. Book 1 is Roman’s Choice.
Five brothers. One ranch. Hold on…things are about to get rough and dirty.
Roman Jericho, and his brothers, are known in Texas for their striking good looks and skill as ranchers–among other things that keep the ladies hot on their tails. The last thing Roman wants, or needs, is another marriage that ends with an empty bank account and bed so he steers clear.
Relationship Guru, Pippa Wilder, is at the top of her career. Two bestselling, self-help books and speaking engagements all over the country, she offers advice that saves marriages. But if only her fans knew how upside down her own love life is. Relationship after relationship fizzled. When she sees tall, strapping, and handsome stroll into the lobby at the Vegas casino, she drops all logic into the slot, pulls the lever and watches her life spin in front of her. She’s lost in smoky blue eyes and callused hands–and that husky Texas twang.
After falling in lust, they do something real crazy. They find themselves drunk on hormones, standing before an Elvis impersonator getting hitched. When all hell breaks loose in the media, to save her career Pippa must save her marriage.
Roman has always been the ‘go-with-the-flow’ type so when his ‘wife’ shows up on his ranch needing his help he’s more than willing to oblige–especially if it means they’ll be husband and wife in every way. He’s got it bad for the petite, spitfire and can’t seem to get enough.
Finding themselves smack-dab in the spotlight and on the cover of trash magazines, Roman isn’t sure he’s cut out to be in the public eye–he wants his wife, but he refuses to be called Mr. Pippa Wilder. Roman realizes it’s time to make a choice…or take the lead. This could be fun, or very messy.
“This might take a while, cowboy. Do you invite girls into your home?”
“Safety first. Can you be trusted?” He lifted a teasing brow.
“Honestly, it depends on the boy. One as sexy as you I might just misbehave.”
He pulled open the screen door and motioned her in. “Then by all means.” His smile was trophy-worthy.
She had one foot over the threshold when he caught her by the shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. He leaned in, bringing his wide chest so close to her nipples that his heat was like a magnet, making the buds swell and throb. His spicy scent swirled around her nostrils, teasing her, intoxicating her. Would he kiss her? Oh how she hoped he would.
He plucked something from her hair and held it out for her view. “A piece of straw. You’re turning into a country girl.” He laughed, causing her libido to stir like a witch’s brew.
“I’ve been called far worse, trust me.” She continued into the foyer where the AC was cranked up. The cool air made her nipples tighten. She must not have worn a thick enough bra because his interested gaze settled on her breasts and she swore she saw “Can I lick” written on his irises. She’d almost be willing to pull her shirt off, right here and now, just to have his hands on her.
He pulled his eyes to her face and she saw his jaw tighten.
She took a step back, then turned on her heel, standing in the doorway to the living room and taking in the décor. Bare white walls. A dark leather couch, matching chair, and a beige area rug that covered the polished wooden floor. The curtains on the large window were open to allow the sliver of light remaining in the day to flow in. It was nice, but functional.
“I see you shop at Bachelors-R-Us,” she teased.
He laughed. “I own half the stock.”
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