Who doesn’t love a good playdate? Plot mamas is thrilled to welcome Rhonda Carver!!
Why women love men who can cook
I love to eat. So, it shouldn’t be a shocker I think men who cook are sexy. Now, I’m not saying I don’t like men who can’t cook. If my hubby stopped cooking, I’d still love him the same. Although he’s not the best cook (I hope he’s not reading), he will whip up scrambled eggs and spaghetti and it’s a gourmet meal to me. Here’s my point. A man doesn’t have to be a chef in the kitchen, but what’s sexy is the effort he puts forth.
Just like the old cliché saying, “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” Yet this doesn’t hold as much weight for a woman’s stomach, it is a good start to show her you care enough to satisfy her hunger. In simpler terms, a woman likes to know she will be taken care of. Sure, we can take of ourselves, but when a man placates our most basic needs, he’s telling us by his actions that he wants to provide for us.
I created Sebastian Matthews, hero of Friends With Benefits, with a domesticated side. No, he’s still tough and masculine, but he’s not the bad-ass male I usually write. Sebastian may never hold a gun, put out a building on fire or ride bareback (take that how you will), but he wields a kitchen tool that’ll have you wondering what other tool he has skilled. And his cinnamon rolls…let’s just say…you’ll want to make up a homemade batch of your own and call them “Seb’s Buns.”
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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Friends With Benefits by Rhonda Lee Carver
Cassie’s admirer hides behind a blindfold…could he be somebody she knows?
Cassandra and Sebastian have been friends since college. They know everything about each other, and even own a restaurant together. Now she has a secret admirer—one who asks her to meet him wearing a blindfold…and nothing else. She complies, mostly, and must rely on how he smells, feels, and sounds when they meet. He seems familiar. Familiar enough to be Sebastian? Surely not. Maybe she’s hoping her admirer is Sebastian. Maybe…
Sebastian has a secret Cassie knows nothing of: He’s in love with her. But telling her could destroy their friendship. So he’s got to sit back and watch as she swoons for this secret admirer who uses all the right romantic words to win her heart.
Can Sebastian step forward and reveal himself? Supposing he dares to let Cassie know he loves her, can their friendship survive if she doesn’t feel the same for him?
CONTENT WARNING: strong language, graphic sex
Copyright 2013, Rhonda Lee Carver
All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.
She no longer heard his footsteps. Her breath caught. The presence of her lover changed the aura of her bedroom. The warmth of the room skyrocketed and a faint scent of cologne reached her nostrils. She frantically searched her mind for the fragrance. She knew the smell, but had no time to process the thought. All logical thinking faded when a deep, raspy growl penetrated the air. A lover’s sound of appreciation.
Knowing he was turned on charged her every nerve. Her breasts became tight. Her insides shuddered. She resisted the overwhelming urge to tear off her mask. Would he run away if she did?
A sliver of vulnerability targeted her senses. Yet, she was excited.
Cassie couldn’t be referred to as innocent. She’d had lovers in the past, but nothing like this. All experience floated out the window as she pondered what she should say, if she said anything at all.
The soft thumping of his shoes echoed off the walls as he moved across her hardwood floor. Sounded like he wore boots. Not cowboy boots, but work boots with rubber soles. Was he a construction worker? Her mind conjured up images of tight T-shirt clinging to a sweaty, toned upper body. Worn jeans cradling tight ass and muscular legs.
The apex of her thighs moistened. She had it bad. How could one man, a stranger at that, fan her thoughts into flaming desire?
With use of her sight off limits, her hearing became overly sensitive. She listened to every sound. The rustling of his clothes and a long, drawn-out sigh, then scuffling as he moved to the side of the bed. She pushed herself higher against the headboard, anticipation growing heavy.
He didn’t touch her. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “Hello?” She wished she could have hidden the eagerness in her voice. She didn’t want to come off as desperate; however, her body throbbed in yearning.
She started to speak again, but the mattress lowered under his weight. Her body slid a few inches toward him across the slick material of the cover. She pushed herself back up, regaining her pose on the bed. Her breathing grew heavy in her ears. Her heart raced. Could he hear it?
Although she knew it was coming, she jerked when his fingers touched her ankle. She laughed at her involuntary reaction, but it fizzled. His touch seemed like a laser, sending rivulets of heated awareness up her leg and exploding like shards of glass into her loins.
A sigh fell from her lips before she could snatch it back. “Yes.” She clenched her hands at her sides.
Slowly, deftly, his palm trailed a frenzied path upward past her knee, and settled against her inner thigh. A shiver of need gripped her muscles.
The tip of her tongue slid out and moistened her lips on its own accord. She didn’t care that desire plagued her with physical signs of longing. All she knew was she wanted this man. Apprehension disappeared.
“Please,” she pleaded.
His hand, warm and large, relaxed against her stomach.
She squirmed, started to reach out to touch him, but he clutched her wrists with one hand and held them securely. She moaned. “I want to touch you.”
“No.” His voice came as a gruff whisper.
YOWSA!!! Thanks so much, Rhonda!!
All the best,
aka Gnome Mama