We like them big, round, and juicy by Rhonda Lee Carver

 

Here's a list of BIG, ROUND, and JUICY things that we all (most) LOVE!

1. Pickles

Dill, Bread and Butter, Cornichons, Sour, Kosher, Gherkins, Garlic...there are so many to choose from. You can eat them on burgers, chicken, meat loaf, but I like them on fried rice too.

2. Pizza

The bigger the better.

3. Apples

Did you know that there are more than 7,500 varieties? I feel like I need to try each and every one.

4. Oranges

5. Butts

I had to throw that in there because I know you all were thinking it. We all want a big, rounded bottom. Here are some women who have "popular" booties (can't promise they're all natural).

JLO

Kim Kardashian

Sofia Vergara

Nicki Minaj

Iggy Azalea

Beyonce

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BLURB:

A single father is looking for a nanny, but what he gets is an old flame.

Whiskey Ryder spends most of his time on the back of a horse on a mountain. Whether it’s on a search and rescue mission, or on the Ryde Hard Ranch working the land with his brothers. He’s all about being a cowboy…and a single father of a preteen who woke up one morning hating him. He’s been told it’s a normal phase for all kids, but he’s like a parenting fish out of water. He’s a millisecond away from chewing leather but his stunning first love comes back to town and, to his relief, has a way with his daughter...and his heart.

They are better together than whiskey and cola but claiming a second chance won’t be easy because someone sees her as a threat and wants her to leave town…dead or alive.

Codee Fields finds herself helping an old friend—old friend as in the cowboy who was her first love, first kiss, first everything. She’s had a couple of failed relationships, but Whiskey is “the one who got away”. Her priority is to solve the mystery of her sister’s death now that she knows the truth.

Whiskey will protect her at all costs, but will it be enough for a second chance at romance? Or will tragedy strike and everything he’s wanted disappear?

If small town romances with lots of emotion and adventures in the mountains, and sweltering chemistry between the lead characters, are what you crave then grab books by Rhonda Lee Carver.

EXCERPT:

“Hell, there are a lot of people I thought I knew and I was way off mark.” He opened the bottom drawer to the desk and took out the small envelope that had been stored there for years. He set it in front of her, watching realization cover over her expression. “I’ve kept it all these years. It belongs to you.”

Did her eyes become misty? He wasn’t sure because she blinked and the moisture was gone.

“I sent it back to you,” she said softly.

“What the hell will I do with it? I’ve thought about pawning the diamond for a couple of bucks but can’t seem to find the motivation. Maybe I should just toss it into the trash just like you did with our relationship.” Damn, once the words were out, he wanted to reel them back in. He swore he’d keep his trajectory on business only and less than fifteen minutes later he’d lost his internal GPS. He opened his mouth to tell her to ignore that statement, but he was too late.

“You really think you’re something, don’t you?” She lost some of her composure. “The man who cheated with my best friend. I guess you would have the courage to pretend complete innocence.” Her nose wrinkled.

“Wow. You certainly know everything, don’t you?”

“I’m pretty good at math. Theresa would have gotten pregnant while you and I were still together.” Her skin paled. “Just so we’re clear, I needed you and you were distant. Now I understand why.”

He laughed. What else could he do? “Since you’re so good with math, you should be good at English too. I just got home from fighting in a war, carrying real guns—big guns—and saw death. Lots of death and destruction. I needed you too.”

Her bottom lip quivered. “Well, I guess Theresa filled in for me quite nicely.”

He ground his teeth. “You think you can waltz back into town and pretend like nothing happened?”

One corner of her mouth twisted. “Are you suggesting that I have something to feel guilty about?” Her icy laugh sent a chill through him. “That’s rich, Whiskey, seeing that you …” She didn’t finish. Instead, she exhaled slowly and some of the harsh lines disappeared from her face. “It doesn’t matter any longer. I didn’t come here to rehash the past. That’s history and so we should leave it there.” She stood and leaned on her hands on the edge of the desk. Her scent got caught in the swirl of the ceiling fan and spun around him, making him feel a little dizzy. “Here’s the deal. I can’t help the past is in the past and I won’t regurgitate it like a cat hawking up a hairball and descend into all its ugly details. Facts are facts. Let’s agree to disagree and move on. We can help each other.”

Breathing in deeply, he nodded. “Fine by me. Take the ring or toss it in the trashcan on your way out the door.” He tapped the envelope.

With a groan, she swiped it up and walked out.

She hugged the envelope to her chest and felt an internal pain. He could never understand how hard it had been to end things with him.

How to survive Christmas (almost) by Rhonda Lee Carver

 

As the holiday drew near, I laid out some rules for myself to survive Christmas. What should be a joyful, wonderful holiday to celebrate can sometimes be stressful for many people. So, I sat down and made a list...things I would (and wouldn't) do.

1. Smile

It seems like such an easy task, right? Wrong. When you're crossing the roadway at a mall and a car fails to stop, it's difficult to let the anger go and instead smile and wave, even throw in a God Bless if it helps. When you're in line at the grocery store and someone cuts in front of you. Or the rude workers at the drive thru window at McDonalds who think it's funny to practically throw your drink at you. God Bless, God Bless, God Bless. It's a mantra. 

2. Imagine if they were dead

Okay, it's a bit morbid...but you must laugh. And realize this could be a game changer. Family can be like salt in a paper cut during the holidays. We all have those people (person) who only think of themselves, are never grateful, see themselves as a victim...I could go on, and on, and on. I won't because it is giving me a headache and that's what I'm trying to prevent. If you need to, close your eyes, and imagine how you'd feel if that person wasn't around. What would you have wanted to say? What would you have wanted your last moments with them to be like? Then take those feelings and make them positive. Say kind words. Walk away and take a breath if needed. Then come back with the mindset that life changes like the seasons. Live your life in joy and not regret.

3. Stop taking everything so personal

You, yes you! We are all guilty of this. If Aunt Mildred says, "Are those potatoes or glue?" Or Uncle TJ says, "You couldn't afford to get me a better present? I see you're driving a Jeep." Or Cousin Koast says, "How much does a porn writer (a.k,a romance writer) make these days?" Those statements are harsh, but if you take a step back, who has the problem in these situations? YOU are NOT the problem until you sink yourself to their level. Take a breath and do 1 and 2 above as much as you need to.

4. Puppies

This works. Tell who can look at pictures of puppies and not feel immediately better? Watch funny videos. Play with your animal. Animals are natural pick-me-ups.

5. Bake

Each year I like to make handmade presents for friends. I find going the extra mile, making the baskets look pretty, taking the gifts to each of them is what the season is all about. Most people are very appreciative when they know someone is thinking of them. That goodwill, and cheer, can last throughout the season, and the year.

6. Set a budget

Honestly, I failed. I did.

I hope you didn't.

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A Marriage of Convenience will turn into a Holiday Romance...with a surprise baby.

Sadie Locke has always been great at giving her friends relationship advice, but when it comes to her own love life not so much. That's why she's not looking for forever. She and Channing have been secretly carrying on a fling for months, but everything's about to change. And boy does Santa have his work cut out for him...

Channing Dawson has life just the way he likes it. His business is thriving. And he and Sadie have a no-strings “friendlationship”. What more could a man want? After his brother passed away, he didn't dare risk loving and losing again. Yet, his heart is speaking a different holiday tune.

Sadie pulls a fast one and makes him her husband. A marriage of convenience or not, the rules are all blurred. He isn’t sure about having a holiday bride, until he realizes he's had feelings for her all along. Sometimes the risk is worth it all. He could get used to sharing Christmas with her, but does she feel the same? Her secrets, and she has plenty, might ruin any chance they have for a future.

Then he receives the unexpected gift of a lifetime...

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Unedited Excerpt

Whiskey ambled up and tapped Stanley on the shoulder.

He jutted his broad chin up, ready to unleash on the person who dared interrupt, until he saw Whiskey. A blend of respect, fear and admiration covered the man’s baby face. “Hey, Ryder.”

“I’d like to cut in, Stan.” Whiskey didn’t move his gaze off Codee who worked her lips like she prepared to spit flames. Grinding her teeth when she was mad was something she was known for. Yeah, he remembered those little things about her like her favorite ice cream flavor, mocha chip, and how she loved to skinny dip in the river on sweltering summer nights. And the sweet, soft purrs she gave when she—

“The song is almost over. You can wait.” She swiveled her back to him and grabbed Stanley who didn’t appear as self-assured.

“It’s okay, Codee. I need a break anyway. I’m sweating worse than a pig in a horse race.”

The little gasp she let go of only humored Whiskey.

“Thanks, buddy.” With a slap on the shorter man’s shoulder, Stanley was on his way to the bar and Whiskey had the angry redhead all to himself. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been here before.

“I see you’re still bossing others around like you own the place,” she said in a low, menacing tone but it only took her a half second to realize what she said because her frown grew by leaps and bounds. “It’s good to see you haven’t changed much.”

“And it’s good to see you can still wear a dress like no other.” Damn, he shouldn’t even admit that he noticed. She had no right to be here, in his bar, as if nothing happened—as if she hadn’t broken his heart.