Guest ~ Rhonda Lee Carver
Today we’re thrilled to welcome Rhonda Lee Carver, here to share her new release, Dreaming Ivy!
How can one word invoke so many alluring thoughts?
Do these come to mind when you hear the word blindfold… Sleep mask, pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, meditation, kidnapping victim, or magic tricks? Hmm…no, I didn’t think so 😉 All of you naughty minds alike think of its symbolism in sexology.
Blindfolding is popular among the bondage community, along with feathers and handcuffs. These three items are the most commonly sold items in any “kink” shop. Not a shocker, huh? Wearing a blindfold is said to enhance all of our other senses: smell, taste, and hearing. It excites the wearer, as he/she wonders what is coming next. The anticipation sparks the adrenaline, therefore giving one a high on feeling.
There are other excitements that come along with blindfolds outside of anticipation. Yes, I put lots of thought into this. Let’s admit the truth, we are conscious about how our body looks during sex. And how many times have you “monitored” your facial expression for fear of looking ridiculous? So, imagine if you and your partner are blindfolded, neither can see the faces and body contours the other is making. This is your time to let go. For some, this freedom allows them to have a better big O.
Have you ever looked across a room and made eye contact with your partner and knew exactly what he was thinking? Well, blindfolds take that facet away, which means you and your lover will have no choice but to pipe up vocally. That can be stimulating alone.
Now, with those delish positives, let’s move on to some negatives of blindfolding.
Using just any old material for blindfolding won’t work. Silky items like scarfs and ties will fall down and cause major frustration. Invest in a soft blindfold.
Blindfolding him may not only take away his eyesight, but also his, uh, functioning down there. Men are visual creatures. If you’re a man, you understand what I’m saying. They like to watch. You may have to remove the blindfold at some point to “finish.”
Both blindfolded can sometimes turn into a clumsy session of two naked people groping. A suggestion, try only one of you blindfolded. In this, the person who can see will become the leader, or aggressor. Take turns, if you’d like. And, make sure your partner enjoys wearing a blindfold. For some, it’s just not a turn-on.
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.
Buy link: Lyrical Press
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?
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.
About the Author
Rhonda Lee Carver is a hopeless romantic. Whether you like sweet romance or erotica, she has written a story for you. Rhonda read her first novel at thirteen and that was the open window into her destiny. She began writing ghost stories as a teen, and as years passed, her stories bloomed into steamy, passionate tales. She likes creating intelligent, saucy heroines who can challenge a bad-ass hero. She believes in love, and everyone has a soulmate.
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