Tuesday, January 15, 2013

2013 Book Releases

2013 is going to be a big year for book releases! Here is the line-up so far:

February 2013: Dangerous Flames, Mafia Hearts Book 1

March 2013: A Final Kiss

June 2013: Jesse's Girl

August 2013: Lost and Found, Desert Secrets Book 3

Sneak Peek at the Dangerous Flames blurb:

Gabrielle Medini will prevent her father’s death at all costs, even if it means kidnapping Mikolas Russo.

During Gabrielle’s teen year’s, she attended a private school in Italy. This is where she learns the meaning of Mafia, but believed crime families no longer existed. Now back in Las Vegas, where her family lives, she quickly learns that the Mafia still has a hand in controlling society and her father is the Don of the largest mob in the area.

Never one to take no for an answer, Gabrielle is determined to convince her father to trust her and allow her to join the Family. The opportunity presents itself when she learns of a hit being taken out on her father by one of his own men. The Mafia doesn’t seem so glamorous any more, especially when Gabrielle has reason to believe that the killing might be at the hand of her secret love, Mikolas Russo. 

Mikolas Russo is one hit away from becoming part of the Medini crime family. But is this what he really wants? Killing people for money is what he has been trained to do even though he’d give anything to trade the nightmares for sweet dreams of the forbidden Gabrielle. Thinking he has the chance to reveal his feelings to her, he arrives at her house to find her brandishing a loaded gun, ready to take control. 

Will the outcome fulfill her dream, or will Mikolas be the one to shatter them?

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Six Sentence Sunday- Confessions

As soon as her knuckles hit the wood, the door swung open. Dark eyes widened with surprise. He stepped into the door frame. Dressed in a pair of jeans, shirtless, and his curly hair still wet from a shower, she couldn’t help but admire him as a man and not the boy he’d been when she left. The scent of aftershave and soap wafted out. No cologne. Just deliciously clean. 


Wednesday, January 9, 2013

How NOT to write a sex scene by Rhonda Lee Carver

Not that I’m a sex guru or anything, but I’ve written a few heated sex scenes. I’d like to call it a skill in sensuality. I’ve never been much into porn. For me, it lacks a certain passion that I love about sex scenes. I guess we probably all have different ideas of what can be categorized as “porn,” and my definition may even be a bit more flexible than some. As a writer of erotica, I always want to switch it up, while keeping it seductive and sensual.

Here are some tips that I’ve learned along the way from talented authors and editors on how NOT to write a sex scene.

1.       Never compare a woman’s nipples to objects. Just because that certain body part may resemble things like pencil erasers, cherries, bolts, it doesn’t mean it works.

2.       Penis and vagina are words that should only be used at the doctor’s office and not in a sex scene. Talk a about a buzz kill. Imagine reading this, “She licked her lips then sucked on his penis.” Ughh. It almost makes me cringe.

3.        Keep the dirty slang where it belongs, like in prison, and never put it in a romance novel. Men do NOT have a baloney pony or a cunt thermometer. Women do NOT have a bearded clam or fish taco.
4.       When a sex scene is similar to two cats locked in a cage, this may be taking BDSM too far.

BIO: 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…

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.

A Lyrical Press Paranormal Romance

Dreaming Ivy by Rhonda Lee Carver

Copyright 2012, Rhonda Lee Carver
All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.

EIvy 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?
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, 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.

WARNING: Light BDSM, kink, explicit sex.
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Sunday, January 6, 2013

Six Sentence Sunday!

Getting involved with someone was complicated enough, but with the boss’s daughter? Probably not a good idea. The fact that Frances hated the very air he breathed made the situation worse.

“I never take the easy road,” he grumbled as he wiped the sweat trickling down his cheek.

What was Samantha doing now? His eyes switched over to the door. It would be nice if she’d come down to the barn.

Kindle: http://amzn.com/B009NWWW6G

Friday, January 4, 2013

New Year's Resolutions with Jessica Aspen

Hi Wendy, thanks for having me on your blog as a guest. I want to thank all your readers as well, so leave a comment for me (and your email) and enter to win an e-copy of Little Red Riding Wolf, my spicy paranormal fairy tale twist.

New Year Traditions

Many people start off the New Year with resolutions; they make a commitment to change something about their habits, their bodies, or their lives. But how many times have you followed through on a resolution?
If you’re like most people, not often. By eight weeks we’ve stopped going to the gym, picked up our sugar, and given up trying to change ourselves. Actually, for most of us it happens sooner. So how can we change this? And do you want to change?

That may be the first clue. No change happens without desire and big changes need big desire. How badly do you want to change? Can you make those big changes that big resolutions require? Most people can’t, it’s a challenge, but we all want to lose weight, quit smoking or give up those bad for us relationships. What’s the secret?

Want to make a big change? Start small. I’ve been wanting to write more than one big book a year for a while now and that requires a big commitment. It means telling my family I’m heading to the library to work on the weekend. It means working after putting in an eight hour day. It means I have to get serious.
Or do I?

When I look at my writing I can see that simply adding a few hundred words a day will make a big difference. Let’s say I want to write another 80,000 words a year. So we take 365 and divide by 80,000. Or is it take 80k and divide by 365? I’m a writer, not a mathematician, Jim! Just kidding! We divide 80k by 365 and the answer is rounded to 220 words. Just 220 words extra per day and that would lead to an entire new full length novel a year!

What kind of habit do you need to break? Or do you need to forge a new habit? Can you break it down and make it workable? Make small changes and see where it leads.

 What are your resolutions this year? Let me know and enter to win an e-copy of Little Red Riding Wolf and if you like Red I have a new book coming out in February, Snow and the Seventh Wolf.
Come into the woods with Little Red Riding Wolf, Jessica Aspen’s spicy paranormal novella from Passion in Print Press. What if Red was a werewolf and a sexy forest ranger wandered into her woods?

Fraternizing with humans is taboo, but when feisty werewolf Red runs into hunky new forest ranger Evan Brewster, she jumps on the opportunity to let loose her desires. Evan is stoked when he meets the petite red haired hottie, and combined with his new discovery of wolves in Colorado, thinks his career and life are made. Then Red pushes him away, her hostile brother threatens his life, and things begin to spiral out of control. Caught between her sexy lover and her pack can Red trust Evan with her secrets, or must she sacrifice her human lover and her heart?

Little Red Riding Wolf 2011 Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight Finalist
 Available from All Romance, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.
Catch it on sale today at Passion in Print Press.

And look for Snow and the Seventh Wolf , Seth’s story.
Available February 2013 from Passion in Print Press.

Fleeing for her life Snow is rescued by a mysterious dark stranger, but what she doesn’t know is that he’s actually a human hating werewolf fighting his own desires.

BIO: Jessica Aspen writes paranormal romance near the foothills of the Colorado Rockies. Her books are full of elves, were-wolves and sexy men who walk on the dark side of the knife. She loves dark chocolate, walking the dog, hiking in the mountains, and is obsessed with her new Ipad. Jessica is also obsessed with writing and learning about writing. She is a member of RWA, CRW, FF&P and PRO and is currently serving on the RWA PRO Steering Committee. You can find Jessica most days during the week at http://jessicaaspen.com, twitter @jessicaaspen, and on Facebook.com/Jessica.Aspen.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

New Year's Blog Hop!

I'm giving away 1 ebook copy of Jesse's Brother and 1 ebook copy of Confessions. To enter my giveaway and for the bigger prizes: Leave me a comment with your email address and your choice of books.

So it's 2013! I'm really excited to start this new year. 2012 started out to be a really hard one and ended up being fantastic.

How did you celebrate? Dan and I were going to attend a party but with us both being sick last week, we decided to have a casual night at home in our pajamas. We recently started watching True Blood and had a marathon while drinking chocolate wine we received as a gift for Christmas. I actually stayed awake to watch the clock tick down to that magical moment the clock strikes midnight.

One good thing about this year is that I'll have some new releases. Watch out for Dangerous Flames (January) and A Final Kiss (February). Late in 2013: Jesse's Girl (the sequel to Jesse's Brother) and Lost and Found, Desert Secrets Book 3.

From Jesse's Brother:

Getting involved with someone was complicated enough, but with the boss’s daughter? Probably not a good idea. The fact that Frances hated the very air he breathed made the situation worse.

“I never take the easy road,” he grumbled as he wiped the sweat trickling down his cheek.

What was Samantha doing now? His eyes switched over to the door. It would be nice if she’d come down to the barn.

Now available on Kindle and in paperback http://amzn.com/e/B008SA6TJK