Dreaming Ivy isn’t just any paranormal romance. It’ll keep
you on the edge of your seat, and make you wonder where Ivy will end up next.
In Max’s arms…or maybe Marcus’s? Read and find out who she’ll choose in the
end.
Can a past love become their future?
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.
WARNING: Graphic language, naughty ghosts, a non-committal
male, and a love that endures beyond time and death.
Dreaming Ivy by Rhonda Lee Carver
Excerpt:
Copyright 2012, Rhonda Lee Carver
All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.
EIvy 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?
“Cell?”
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?”
“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.
WARNING: Light BDSM, kink, explicit sex.
Sample this book:
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BIO: 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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Website: www.rhondaleecarver.com
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