Me: Sebastian, tell me a little about yourself? What would readers be curious to know about you?
Sebastian: *shrugs a shoulder* I’m just your average man. I spend most of my time at Whipped Dream and I like to pluck at the guitar on occasion.
Me: I’d say you’re anything but the average man. What’s Whipped Dream?
Sebastian: It’s a bakery shop I co-own with Cassie. I make the best cinnamon rolls you’ve ever tasted. You should stop by sometime and take a bite *winks*.
Me: I’d love to. Is Cassie a lover?
Sebastian: *blushes* Cassie’s my best friend.
Me: But I’ve seen that look before. You like her as more than a friend, don’t you?
Sebastian: She’s a beautiful, intelligent woman, but it’s a sticky situation and risky. If we’d take things to the next level, and they don’t work, I could end up losing her.
Me: Well, we don’t want to give too much information away. I do want to ask, you bake and eat your own sweet treats I’m sure, so how do you stay in such great shape?
Sebastian: I do a little running and boxing. Working in the gym is the best stress reliever. These days, I’ve busted my ass over at the gym.
Me: So, why should readers pick up your story.
Sebastian: Haven’t we all wondered once or twice what it’d be like to sleep with a friend? This is a story that’ll show the journey that friends take as they decide their fate. I’ve made some mistakes along the way and didn’t tell her how I felt soon enough. Like most men, eh?
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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Friends With Benefits by Rhonda Lee Carver
Cassie’s admirer hides behind a blindfold…could he be somebody she knows?
Cassandra and Sebastian have been friends since college. They know everything about each other, and even own a restaurant together. Now she has a secret admirer—one who asks her to meet him wearing a blindfold…and nothing else. She complies, mostly, and must rely on how he smells, feels, and sounds when they meet. He seems familiar. Familiar enough to be Sebastian? Surely not. Maybe she’s hoping her admirer is Sebastian. Maybe…
Sebastian has a secret Cassie knows nothing of: He’s in love with her. But telling her could destroy their friendship. So he’s got to sit back and watch as she swoons for this secret admirer who uses all the right romantic words to win her heart.
Can Sebastian step forward and reveal himself? Supposing he dares to let Cassie know he loves her, can their friendship survive if she doesn’t feel the same for him?
CONTENT WARNING: strong language, graphic sex
Cassie’s admirer hides behind a blindfold…could he be somebody she knows?
Cassandra and Sebastian have been friends since college. They know everything about each other, and even own a restaurant together. Now she has a secret admirer—one who asks her to meet him wearing a blindfold…and nothing else. She complies, mostly, and must rely on how he smells, feels, and sounds when they meet. He seems familiar. Familiar enough to be Sebastian? Surely not. Maybe she’s hoping her admirer is Sebastian. Maybe…
Sebastian has a secret Cassie knows nothing of: He’s in love with her. But telling her could destroy their friendship. So he’s got to sit back and watch as she swoons for this secret admirer who uses all the right romantic words to win her heart.
Can Sebastian step forward and reveal himself? Supposing he dares to let Cassie know he loves her, can their friendship survive if she doesn’t feel the same for him?
CONTENT WARNING: strong language, graphic sex
Knowing he was turned on charged her every nerve. Her breasts became tight. Her insides shuddered. She resisted the overwhelming urge to tear off her mask. Would he run away if she did?
A sliver of vulnerability targeted her senses. Yet, she was excited.
Cassie couldn’t be referred to as innocent. She’d had lovers in the past, but nothing like this. All experience floated out the window as she pondered what she should say, if she said anything at all.
The soft thumping of his shoes echoed off the walls as he moved across her hardwood floor. Sounded like he wore boots. Not cowboy boots, but work boots with rubber soles. Was he a construction worker? Her mind conjured up images of tight T-shirt clinging to a sweaty, toned upper body. Worn jeans cradling tight ass and muscular legs.
The apex of her thighs moistened. She had it bad. How could one man, a stranger at that, fan her thoughts into flaming desire?
With use of her sight off limits, her hearing became overly sensitive. She listened to every sound. The rustling of his clothes and a long, drawn-out sigh, then scuffling as he moved to the side of the bed. She pushed herself higher against the headboard, anticipation growing heavy.
He didn’t touch her. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “Hello?” She wished she could have hidden the eagerness in her voice. She didn’t want to come off as desperate; however, her body throbbed in yearning.
Silence.
She started to speak again, but the mattress lowered under his weight. Her body slid a few inches toward him across the slick material of the cover. She pushed herself back up, regaining her pose on the bed. Her breathing grew heavy in her ears. Her heart raced. Could he hear it?
Although she knew it was coming, she jerked when his fingers touched her ankle. She laughed at her involuntary reaction, but it fizzled. His touch seemed like a laser, sending rivulets of heated awareness up her leg and exploding like shards of glass into her loins.
A sigh fell from her lips before she could snatch it back. “Yes.” She clenched her hands at her sides.
Slowly, deftly, his palm trailed a frenzied path upward past her knee, and settled against her inner thigh. A shiver of need gripped her muscles.
The tip of her tongue slid out and moistened her lips on its own accord. She didn’t care that desire plagued her with physical signs of longing. All she knew was she wanted this man. Apprehension disappeared.
“Please,” she pleaded.
His hand, warm and large, relaxed against her stomach.
She squirmed, started to reach out to touch him, but he clutched her wrists with one hand and held them securely. She moaned. “I want to touch you.”
“No.” His voice came as a gruff whisper.
