Guest Post by Rhonda Lee Carver

Make His Toes Curl

As a writer of erotica, I’m always thinking up new ways of seduction. It’s part of the job as a writer. I’m not an expert by far, but I’m pretty good at interweaving heat and seduction into my stories. With that said, let me share some of these hot tips with you.

One of the sexiest pleasures a couple can share is showering together. What could be hotter than washing your partner’s body with soap and your hands? Take it up a notch by surprising him and climbing in wearing only a white tee. In a few seconds you will give him his own private wet t-shirt contest. What man can resist this?

Take your man lingerie shopping with you. It’ll drive him insane thinking of you in your new hot number. If possible, try on a bra at the store and give him a sneak peek before you purchase.

Cook dinner wearing only heels. Okay, I know, this takes a lot of confidence. But hey girl, he won’t be checking out those parts of your body that you dislike. His mind will be on one thing and that’s how hot you are. Be careful cooking anything that could cause a burn in certain areas of your body.

Women can send a man into a state of desire with simple body movements.  Next time you’re drinking a cappuccino, use the tip of your tongue to lick the foam from the corner of your lips. You may think he won’t notice, but I betcha he will. Try holding his gaze while running your fingers through your hair, then giving your mane a slight toss over one shoulder. If you’re wearing a skirt, bring his attention to your legs by smoothly sliding your fingers along the calf muscle.

Last but not least, wear a short skirt with no panties or a thong. Don’t stop there. Climb stairs before him. Hopefully he won’t trip and break his neck from staring at the sexy view.

Can a past love become their future?

The Thorntons’ mansion is full of timeless secrets waiting to be unraveled. When small-town journalist Ivy and ghost hunter Max are stuck in the forgotten, dilapidated house, they find more than just a haunting. Ivy finds herself dreaming of the former owners, Marcus Thornton and his lovely wife, Elizabeth. Their profound love was once the talk of the town, and the cause their mysterious, untimely deaths never found. When Ivy’s dreams begin to become reality, the mystery starts to unravel and sheds truth on more than just the past.

WARNING: Graphic language, naughty ghosts, a non-committal male, and a love that endures beyond time and death.

Ivy stepped into the corridor. She stopped and listened. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow sweep across the wall. She turned as it disappeared. “Hello?” No answer. She stomped down the hall and burst into the room. “Hello–”

The room was empty.

Ivy swallowed the taste of fright. A shiver raced across her skin. She had seen someone, or had she? She rubbed her eyes. Maybe the shadows were playing tricks on her.

A loud crack in the floor behind her sent Ivy twisting. The sun from the window blinded her. She acted on impulse. She drew her fist back and punched–landing on something solid. The force behind her connection with skin and bone sent her off balance, flailing backward. A hand on her wrist pulled her hard against a steely frame.

She met a dark stare, just as she felt wobbling. The impact of her body had sent him a step back. He lost his balance. Together they fell. The air whooshed from his chest as Ivy landed on top of the stranger.

She closed her eyes and remained still. She wanted nothing more than for the floor to swallow her. Several long seconds floated by. Neither of them said a word. She finally opened her eyes.

Embarrassed and confused, Ivy laid her palms against his shoulders, pushing herself up. She looked directly into his not-so-pleased expression and gulped. Enchanting green eyes, prominent cheekbones, midnight hair…and a pissed-off set to his jaw. She’d made a mistake–a huge one. “Max Shepard.” It wasn’t a question.

He narrowed his eyes. “Ivy Kennedy, journalist and amateur boxer?”

The deep, rich tone of his voice did funny things to the pit of her stomach. His voice wasn’t the only toned part of him. Pressed together gave her an up close and personal testimonial of his physical assets. Broad chest, tight abs to long legs, she could feel tight muscles and a curious bulge. She scooted her hip around the swelling in his jeans. Heat and realization spread through her body.

One corner of his mouth lifted. “It’s my cell.” Could he see straight through her?

“Cell?”

He reached into his pocket and held up his phone. Ivy was certain her skin changed into the perfect color of mortification. She wondered just how bad this could get. Pasting a smile on her face, she said, “Nice to meet you.” The temperature rose between them into the triple digits. Their bodies seemed to melt together. He didn’t look like the pictures she’d seen on the internet. He looked more distinguished in person. “You’re older than I thought,” she blurted.

“Older?”

“Older, in a good way.” She licked her bottom lip and nervously pushed her hair behind her ear. “My mother said I have a bad habit of saying the most awkward things and rambling–” She swallowed. “–like I am now.” She moved slightly.

His zipper started to swell again. Was that another cell phone in his pocket, or… Before her mind could complete the thought, he wrapped his large hands around her waist and lifted her off him. He set her on her feet as he came to stand in front of her. “That’s better,” he said as he backed up. “Damn.” He kicked rug that must have been the reason behind their fall.

He stood there, silent. This was a complete disaster. She’d managed to give him a black eye to match the dark scowl on his face. She needed to start searching for a new job. Marshall would have her head for this.

About Rhonda:

Suffering from years of hopeless romantic notions with sexy, sassy heroines and bad-ass heroes taking residence in her mind, Rhonda decided to write, bringing the stories alive. With baby on hip and laptop on the other, and a couple of years later, Rhonda has published six eBooks with a handful of spicy love stories waiting for the final touches.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you will find her with her children, watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places, doing (or trying) yoga, and finding new ways to keep her smile bright.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where one goes to get away. Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time…

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5 Responses to Guest Post by Rhonda Lee Carver

  1. Mary Abshire says:

    Great post, Rhonda. I enjoyed reading your excerpt too! Thanks for sharing 🙂
    Readers – check her out!

  2. fundinmental says:

    Great post. You had me cracking up.

  3. My brother suggested I may like this blog. He used to be totally right.
    This post actually made my day. You cann’t consider simply how so
    much time I had spent for this information! Thanks!

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