Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Silly Girl and Michel Prince

Blurb for Silly Girl

Are professional sports just children’s games played by oversized kids?

With an all-consuming focus Matthias Jessup has sacrificed his body in pursuit of greatness. But while he’s enjoyed the spoils of being an elite athlete, the physical punishment can only be held at bay for so long. He knows his time is running out and he will have to face his future soon.

Sylvia Kinder is obsessed with Matthias' public image. But now that her fantasy has walked into her life, could it possibly lead to a happy ending? She worries if there's any place for her in his world, much less his heart.

Drawn to each other on a chance meeting, Matthias must look off the court and discover the real world, while Sylvia will have to find the strength of self to not become lost in a world she doesn’t understand.  But those who aren’t ready for a life after the game surround Matthias and are willing to do anything to keep him on the court.


Pulling on her Columbia jacket Sylvia slid on her backpack then swiped her badge through the time card reader. Taking a deep cleansing breath, she walked back out to see Matthias leaning against the wall scanning his phone. His long index finger was stroking the touch screen and Sylvia’s head filled with thoughts of the finger on her neck finding its way down her body. 
This was a mistake. 
“You know my tires are practically new…” Sylvia’s voice went higher every time she lied and this was no exception. Her tires were practically bald and couldn’t grip the road if they were covered in honey. “It seems silly to…”
“Prove it,” Matthias’ deep voice challenged her.
“Are you calling me a liar?” 
“I think you’re overly cautious and have determined if you drive five miles per hour you’ll have less damage to your body than one night with me.”
Sylvia swallowed the huge lump in her throat and prayed it’d go past her chest without coming back up.
“I told you, I’ll be a gentleman and not touch,” Matthias raised his eyebrow. “What you don’t want me to touch.”
Sylvia licked her lips as she drank in Matthias still leaning against the wall across from her. Even with six feet between them, she felt a current of electricity bouncing back and forth.
“So you gonna play show and tell?”
“Excuse me?” Sylvia tried to find an ounce of moisture in her mouth, but came up dry.
“Your car? Are you going to show me your brand new snow tires or concede you’re afraid of being in an enclosed space with me…alone…on a dark and stormy night?”

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

With Honor and Rhonda Lee Carver

I'm so pleased to have Rhonda Carver hanging out with me today. I tell you Chef and Tyrell are just besides themselves giddy at the chance to pamper Rhonda. She's here sharing her latest release, With Honor, and was kind enough to answer a few questions. So here's Rhonda.

Tell the readers a little about yourself. 
Call me a romance addict. Since I was a teen, I’ve been hooked. A few years ago, I decided I wanted to make all of my dreams come true, so I wrote a book. I was published and I’ve been writing since. When I’m not tapping away at the laptop, you’ll find me with my DH, my wonderful children, too many animals to name and living life like there’s no tomorrow.

The tag line on my blog is ‘Indulge Your Inner Romantic.’ What do you do to indulge?
Three things…1. Write hot men who love to get their hands dirty. 2. Enjoy life with my hot husband 3. Eat chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate.

How do you stay motivated when the Muse is uncooperative?
If you could go anywhere in the world on a romantic getaway, what would you do and where would you go? Bora Bora. I’d stay in a water hut and allow my mind to create storylines and characters.

What do you like to write about the most? The least?
I love writing men who are hardworking heroes in everyday life; firefighters, cowboys, military…

What one piece of advice would you give to an aspiring writer?
Never, ever, give up.

Where do you get your story ideas?
I’m not sure where I get the ideas from, but I slightly suspect that I have a treasure box inside of my head, full of stories and characters. Just when I wonder what I’ll write next…a storyline pops up and words flow. It’s pretty nifty how a writer’s mind works.

How do you stay motivated when the Muse is uncooperative?
Every writer hits a wall, right? When I begin to feel the heat slow, I read a good book. It definitely gets my mojo fired up.

Please contact me…


“I think you’re lost, sweetheart.”
With a deep breath, she turned to face him. Caught by the clearest, bluest eyes she’d ever seen, she went wobbly in the knees. Somehow she didn’t remember them being so blue, almost jewel-like. There were a lot of things she didn’t recall. He was taller than she’d thought, at least a head taller than her.
Staring was about all that she could do. He remained silent. His eyes lit up, as if he found this humorous. Wasn’t he the least bit bothered that she’d cornered him in the bathroom? She cursed the fact that he seemed calm while her insides quivered. Her heart beat fast and hard against her ribs. Every nerve ending came alive. Her life was about to change, again.
Back straight, she hoped she caught him with her best stern look. “No, I’m not lost,” she said.
His face went blank.
Time seemed to stand still, until finally he gave a nonchalant shrug. He turned to the urinal, unzipped his pants and continued with his business, all while she kept her eyes on his broad back. Disbelief and anger shimmied up her spine. How dare he!
Finished, he turned and crossed the small distance to the sink. Arrogantly, he kept his gaze on her while he washed his hands. “Well, help yourself then.” He nodded toward the white basin. “It might be a tad uncomfy though, with those heels.” One corner of his mouth lifted in wry humor.
“I didn’t come in here to use the bathroom, thank you. I like your wit, though. Too bad I’m not interested in playing games.”
The area between his brows wrinkled. “Then what? Since I can’t entertain you with my games, what can I do for you?”
She slid her fists to her hips and cocked her chin to the right. “What do you mean by that?” Did he think this was funny?
Finishing washing his hands, he flicked off the excess water and grabbed for a paper towel, still keeping his ice-blue gaze securely on her. And then, to send her irritation through the roof, he started laughing and nodding his head. “Okay, okay. I get it. Did the guys put you up to this? How much did they pay you to come in here?” He tossed the used paper into the wastebasket and then closed the area between them. “What’d they ask you to do? Seduce me? Is this a gift or a joke?” His eyes slowly slithered down her body. “At least they have good taste.”
Reaching into his pocket, he produced a wallet and opened it.
She watched in horror.
“I’ll pay you double.”
Her gasp echoed off the ceramic walls.
Shrugging, he said, “Or triple, but that’s as high as I will go. Even a hot woman like you isn’t worth more than that, when all I plan to do is send you back where you came from with a goodbye and sincere good luck.”
“How dare you! I came in here to talk to you.” Her palm ached to slap him senseless. He deserved it. Anger boiled her blood. Her teeth clenched until she heard a gritting noise warning she’d break a tooth if she didn’t relax.