Today I have Rhonda Lee Carver answering some questions and chatting about her latest release, Wicked Pleasures (Wicked Wolves), now available on Amazon! She'll give away a copy to one lucky comment leaver! And by the way, no monsters were harmed in the making of this interview. :)
Quick round for Rhonda Lee:
Coffee, tea or…what’s your vice?
Both. I like em sweet.
I don’t have a fave movie, but currently, I have a fascination with Duck Dynasty. My hubby says I have a crush on Jase, which could be true, but I think my interest is more about how he wears his beard. J
Yellow. (Mia adds...I couldn't find a picture of Jase in yellow. Sorry.)
Too many to name. I’m a freelance editor and they’re all awesome if you ask me J
How do you feel about bacon?
LOL…does turkey bacon count? Once upon a time I loved bacon, until my daughter became allergic to pork and I haven’t had a “real” piece of bacon in too long to count. The things we give up for the love of our children, right?
Of course turkey bacon counts! If bacon is in the title, then it's free game.
Now for the REAL questions...
What’s under your bed?
Monsters. My husband says I’m crazy, but I’m serious when I say, things do go bump at night. I have to take a flying into bed on most nights because I have an insane fear of something grabbing my ankles. I didn’t have this fear as a child. Odd, eh?
What comes first, plot or characters?
Plot…always. Then the characters bloom from the seed. I probably put a little too much thought in a character’s name, but it has to fit perfectly. I’ve been known to change a side character’s name at the last minute because the way I see it, if I write book 2 I don’t want to get stuck with a name I don’t like.
Pantser, plotter, or hybrid? Tell us about your writing process. Is there a process…umm…probably not. The only thing resembling a process is the dry erase board hanging up where I keep my notes, and right now, it’s blank. In all honesty, I have no clue where a story will lead. It all comes to me as I write, which can get messy, but it also taps into my creativity. Sure, I have some idea of what I want from the plot, but the details are never set in stone until it hits the publishing stage.
Oddest thing on your desk?
My cat. Actually, two cats since we recently added an addition. My oldest is my buddy and always stays by my side.
What’s your most interesting writing quirk?
My characters must have flaws. When I say “flaws” I’m not talking about a too long nose or funky walk. I’m talking character flaws that are very close to deal breakers. Why? Because it’s so entertaining watching them mold and shift into their better self.
What’s your favorite thing about the genre you write in?
Conflict and sex. My characters seem to have a love/hate relationship. And, the sex is always great.
What is the hardest thing about being an author?
Feeling like a failure. Sales are never good enough. Readers aren’t always satisfied. But the worst thing is…promotions. I suck at the business side of being an author. My marketing skills fit into my pinky, and I have really small fingers. I swear, I’d be dangerous if I had a business brain.
What’s the easiest thing about being an author?
Loving my job.
What do you wish someone had asked you? “How, as a publisher, can we help you?” Need I say more?
And now, a little about Rhonda Lee Carver's latest release, Wicked Pleasures (Wicked Wolves) out now at Amazon! That cover is amazing, and you'll love the excerpt! Shifters are so much fun....
Blurb from Wicked Pleasures (Wicked Wolves)...
When Bronte Sheridan is kidnapped and taken to an isolated house in the Colorado woods, she is determined to free herself from the wolf, Roark, who claims he is protecting her. As the story unfolds, Bronte is stunned to learn there is truth to his story. And even more shocked to discover the explosive sexual chemistry between them.
Roark needs Bronte for more than sex. She holds the key to saving his family. But what happens when she discovers the true nature of the evil spell that has loomed over the pack for a century? Human and wolf aren’t meant to mix, but the hot sex factor is off-the-charts. Can either of them walk away from the magnetism, and history, that draws them together? Can Bronte ever truly love a half-wolf?
Excerpt From Wicked Pleasures (Wicked Wolves)...
“That’s enough blood for one night!” He crawled on top of her, pinning her under his two- hundred-twenty pound frame, securing her wrists high above her head while his body constricted her movement. She still thrashed underneath him although it was unproductive. “Give up,” he whispered next to her ear.
“Screw you.” Her lips trembled.
He stared down at her, the pain in his groin forgotten as the warmth of their bodies pressed together stirred other sensations. His sore cock twitched and attempted to rise. He almost found it embarrassing that she had that much control over his nether region.
With each rapid breath she took, her firm breasts pushed against his chest, sending waves of longing through him. Her long hair was scattered across the floor and tendrils rested on her face. He blew the wisps away. He wouldn’t have been more stunned if someone had punched him in the stomach. Her eyes…they were an amazing deep green, just as he’d dreamt night after night. They reminded him of cat eyes, two glimmering mirrors that could see through a person and into their soul.
Taking a deep breath, he refused to let her shake him—not in his heart, his mind, or anywhere else. He had a slip up in his barrier, but he’d make sure he kept his walls up.
“Who are you and what do you want with me?” Her voice was low and hoarse, her eyes narrowed.
Once he was certain that his voice worked, he said, “You should know, but your memory fails you.”
Confusion took the place of annoyance in her expression. “I’ve never met you. Tell me why I’m here? Why did those men bring me?” she said in between filling her lungs with air.
Bitter veracity rose in his chest. “How sweet it must be to live each day without knowledge of the pain you’ve caused. And yet, I’m responsible for watching over you.”
“I have no clue what you’re saying. You must have the wrong person. Now let me go!” Mist appeared in her eyes.
“Not only do I have the right person, but it’s time for you to correct what you wronged.”
“You’re insane. You are out of touch with reality.” Her lips clenched.
“Insanity would be a welcome break from this life of torment,” he said.
“Do you want money? I don’t have a lot,” she said.
“Money is useless to me. You will give me a child.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth parted. “Are you crazy? You’d better let me go. My fiancé will have the entire city looking for me.” Her words came out in spurts. “If you don’t let me go, you’re going to regret it. I promise you.”
“Unfortunately, your fiancé isn’t expecting you. I’m sure he thinks you’re on a flight to paradise.”
“How did you know?” she asked.
“It’s taken months to see this through.” He shifted his hips to release the strain in his cock. The zipper in his pants didn’t stretch far enough.
“You…you jackass!” She tried pulling her hands away from his hold. “You can’t keep me against my will. How dare you!”
His nostrils filled with her scent. “Stop fighting. We’re not strangers.”
“I’ve never seen you before in my life. You’re a lunatic!”
“But I know you.” He smiled. “You can refuse me all you want, sweetheart, but until you deliver me what I request, no one will see you again. The sooner you understand those words, the better for the both of us. I’m only heartless if the need arises.”
Her eyes glistened like emeralds. He thought she’d cry but she didn’t—he guessed she had too much pride. “I’d rather die than give in to whatever you’re asking,” she spat. Determination cocked her chin. “You and your hooligans can go to hell!”
“Well—” Roark slid the tips of his finger along her jaw line and down the smooth curve of her throat. He stopped at her collarbone and splayed his palm over her chest. “—your wish came true long ago.” A tear slid from the corners of her eyes and moistened her pale skin.
“You’ll have to kill me,” she whispered.
“Too bad I need you alive.”
“Then go ahead! Do what you need to do. I’m not afraid of you!”
She lied—he knew she was frightened. He could smell her fear and it burned the back of his throat. He loosened his hold but remained on top of her. Why couldn’t this be easy? “Can we do this a way that’s constructive? I’m telling you that you’ll be here for a while. Believe it or not, it’s by your spiteful hand that you’re here now. You could even say that I’m saving your life.”
“If it’s by my hand that I’m here, then I choose to leave.”
“Not a possibility, at least not until you give birth.”
“And that’s not a possibility,” she said through clenched teeth. “I’m not even pregnant!”
“First things first.” He lowered his gaze and saw that her hand was bleeding worse. “You’re soiling my expensive rug.”
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More About Rhonda Lee Carver...
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. She has published an array of spicy love stories. Her specialty is men who love to get their hands dirty.
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 life interesting.
Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time…
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