Tuesday, October 14, 2025

Ed Gein and Romance? by Rhonda Lee Carver

Now that I have your attention...


No, Ed Gein isn't romantic in any stretch of the imagination. However, I just finished watching Monster: The Ed Gein Story. Great acting by Charlie Hunnam and what a great a$$. He must work out. A lot. 

I love a good villain. They can be so useful in romance novels--a balance between good and evil. Let's face it, sometimes romance novels can be a bit...how can I put this...sugary sweet. Heck, even chocolate cake needs ice cream to balance out the richness. Just like every love story needs a bit of conflict. Can't have the good without the bad. The rainbow without the storm. The yin without the yang. 

Okay...I'll stop. You get the point.

Over here in my neck of the woods, I'm in the editing stages of THE FRACTURED TEXAS RANGER (Book 2, Texas Heat: The Heart of a Texas Ranger). 

Here's an unedited teaser...ENJOY!

Yes, Leo enjoyed being spanked.
Margo had tried—she’d given it her best. She’d spanked his rock-hard, five-times-a-week gym &&& with fake enthusiasm just to please him. In the end, nothing pleased him. He was still a narcissist whom she’d detached herself from.
She reread the text message he’d sent her and shrugged. “It doesn’t say what he wants.” The scent of roasting coffee and cinnamon rolls finishing in the oven drifted between them. Every week, she and Mario would get together for Sinful Tuesday, when they would eat dessert for dinner.
“Isn’t the barely-out-of-diapers blonde occupying his attention any longer?” Mario draped his arm over the back of the worn velvet chair. He’d never been one to mince words and that was exactly what she needed in her life. Mario was outgoing and flamboyant, and she was a quiet introvert who enjoyed being home.
She’d suspected that Leo and his young assistant had been enjoying each other before Margo had called it quits. She took down two mugs and poured coffee into each of them. While she poured pumpkin spice creamer and stirred, she thought over all the reasons why Leo could want to see her.
Laying her spoon on the counter, she sighed. “I should just tell him no. We ended things on a sour note, and I’ve had closure. I don’t need to rehash all the old news.” She sipped her coffee.
Mario raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Exactly.”
And yet, in his text, he’d said that it was dire that she meet with him.
What could be so dire that he had to speak with her?
She didn’t owe him anything, especially any more of her valuable time.
“This is the first time he’s reached out in months.”
“He’s exhausting.” Mario flicked his wrist. “No more talk about Little Leo and tell me about your date last night.”
Margo didn’t like the nickname "Little Leo", but it did ring some truth.


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