Welcome back! I’m happy to see you if this is your first visit to The Ranch. I hope you like my home on the net and return soon.

A quick commercial break, before we get to the guest of the week, to announce the winner of Anna Kittrell’s scrimshaw doll book, SKINBOUND from Friday’s special post. Congratulations Christine Warner!!! I’ll contact you soon!!! 😀

 It’s been a busy month so far. Nano, work, getting ready for the holidays… The list of activities keep growing. But here on The Ranch we’re still going at a steady clip-clop and to start this week off, I have the fabulous and fun Vonnie Davis chatting about, of all things, James Bond and Mona Lisa. Grab your snack and drink and let’s settle in for a guaranteed smile.

My older grandsons, who are in their early twenties, have tales to tell of all-night James Bond Marathons at grandmas. Pizzas, cookies, popcorn, and soda. Oh, we do know how to party-down. Tim always wants to pick and chose the order in which we view the movies. Josh, with his ADD and need for routine, insists we watch them in order. I’m just grateful he no longer insists on sitting on grandma’s lap covered with one particular afghan. We watch these movies amid a chorus of “here it comes” just before an explosion or car chase. Yup, we pretty much know the action scenes by heart.

In my recently released MONA LISA’S ROOM, Alyson my heroine loves James Bond, too. Gee, imagine that! In fact, she sometimes refers to the hero, who still lives at home with his mother, as James-momma’s-boy-Bond.

I’m always keeping an eye out for the release date of the next Bond flick, so imagine my shock and utter delight when the date was announced: November 9th. The same day as my book release. How cool is that? Serendipity, don’t you think? 

Personally, I think ole James is trying to horn in on my action, but James and I are like this, so what can I say? 



You won’t believe this email. I’m sitting in a French safe house, eating caviar and drinking champagne with a handsome government agent, Niko Reynard. He’s wearing nothing but silk pajama bottoms and mega doses of sex appeal. I’m in big trouble, little sister. He’s kissed me several times and given me a foot massage that nearly caused spontaneous combustion. I’m feeling strangely virginal compared to the sexual prowess this thirty-year-old man exudes.

When I came to Paris for a bit of adventure, I never imagined I’d foil a bombing attempt, karate-kick two men, and run from terrorists while wearing a new pair of stilettos. I’ve met a German musician, a gay poet from Australia, and the most delightful older French woman.

Don’t worry. I’m safe–the jury’s still out on yummy Niko, though. The more champagne I drink, the less reserved I feel. What an unforgettable fortieth birthday!



“What is it?” Alyson peered up and down the street.

“Don’t look. Smile at me. Talk and act normal.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and nudged her up the street.

“But…” Did he see someone? Did he see Dembri?

“I’m going to kiss you so I have an excuse to look behind us.”

“Oh no. No, I don’t think so. Look, I’ve put up with your constant touching, but I’ll not be kissed on a public street.”

“Don’t be self-conscious. In Paris, we kiss in public. It’s the Parisian way.”

“For heaven’s sake! Make it quick then.” She shook her arms to relax them because she was anything but relaxed. She was about to be kissed for the first time in years. Did she remember how? Stop being silly. Kissing is simple. Two pair of lips touch. Kiss done. With her head tilted back, she whispered, “Okay, I’m ready.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Niko’s lips. He encircled her in his arms and stepped in so their thighs touched. Her stomach fluttered. Her breathing hitched. He lowered his head. “Hang on, Aly.” With his dark brown eyes open, he placed his lips on hers and pulled her body against his. She kept her eyes open, too, figuring it would lessen the kiss’ effects.

Niko kissed her, gentle sips at first, soft and sensual. Someone made a moaning noise, and she feared it might have been her. My God what a pair of lips! Her toes curled in her new Pradas. Her hands curled around the lapels of his jacket.She wrapped her hands around the lapels of his jacket. Then his lips locked on hers and with his tongue invading her mouth, he turned her to look over her shoulder, all the while wreaking havoc on her system.

This was the first time she’d been in a man’s arms in years. The first time she had tongue from a guy since college and said guy was more interested in looking behind her for some hoodlum than in the kiss. Just her damn luck.

When Niko ended the mind-blowing kiss, he pulled her closer, if that were possible, and whispered in her ear. “We’re being followed. Hold my hand and run.”

Run? Melting came to mind, but running? How could she run when he kissed her until the bones in her legs turned to jelly? Plus, she was wearing new high heels, for heaven’s sake. His arms squeezed her for an instant. “Now.”

He grabbed her hand, and they took off. They dodged throngs of pedestrians and at one point, Niko hurtled over a poodle, its protective owner shouting in French outrage, calling him a fool. “Fou! Fou! Mon chien, mon chien!”

Alyson had done her fair share of running, especially after her break up with Chaz, the stranger she was married to all those years. Running was a stress reliever; so were the StairMaster and martial arts. Still, those activities were done in sneakers or barefooted, not high heels. Stilettos, no less. Oh, and the thong. Let’s not forget the damn thong chafing her in places she didn’t want to think about. She’d kill Gwen when she got home.

“Faster, Aly!”

“You put me in three-inch heels and expect me to run fast? You bossy Frenchman with a foot fetish.” She stumbled, and he caught her.

“Typical woman. Kiss her once and she figures she has the right to bitch at you.” Niko’s head turned, evidently scanning the area as they ran.

She tried jerking her arm free of his ironclad grasp. “So help me, God, if that terrorist doesn’t kill you, I will.”

He pulled her around two uniformed nannies pushing toddlers in strollers. “Promises. Promises.”

“Yeah, well look how nice my hips sway now, nutso, running in these damned heels.”

Niko quickly glanced up and down the wide tree-lined street and evidently seeing a slight break in traffic, ordered, “To the other side. Now.” They bolted across the four-lane boulevard and its well-manicured median. Two motorbikes rumbled past, nearly hitting them. Horns blared as several Renaults and Smart Cars barreled down the street. Niko shoved her out of the way and she fell, her hands and knees scraping on the asphalt. Brakes screeched and there was a dull thud behind her. She glanced back over her shoulder just as Niko rolled across the hood of a silver car. He never broke stride. “Run, dammit!”

She struggled to get up, her heel caught in the hem of her skirt. Niko set her on her feet again. A delivery truck swerved toward them as if to run them down. In a blur of movement, Niko drew his weapon. He dove and rolled clear of the truck’s path, shooting the driver between the eyes. Glass shattered. Passersby screamed. The truck jumped the curb, striking a tree. Sounds of metal crunching and a tree branch cracking obliterated, for a few horrible seconds, the pedestrians’ reactions.

Still on the move, Niko barked orders at the observers. A man nodded and reached for his cell phone. “Quick. In here. While we’re hidden by the truck.” Niko wrapped his hand around her arm and tugged.

Alyson trembled, the back of her hand covering her mouth and her eyes glued to the man slumped over the steering wheel of the truck not five feet away. Blood flowed from his forehead. Her stomach twisted. She was going to be sick. Niko’s grip on her arm tightened. “Move it, Aly. We’re still being followed.”


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Book Trailer: http://bit.ly/MonaTrailer

And people wonder why I don’t wear thongs! LOL

What? I’m KIDDING! But I’m not joking when I say I never get enough of your humor, Vonnie! In writing and speech, you just know how to start my day with a smile. Thanks for sharing this excerpt and your newest release!

Thank you all for visiting us and I hope you like her book enough to pick up a copy. After all, Christmas is coming. 😉


About Calisa Rhose

I'm a mother of three daughters and wife to a wonderful man of 35+ years. I'm also an avid seamstress, polymer clay artisan and die-hard crafter, always coming up with things to make with, and for, my six granddaughters and two grandsons. Check out my craft site https://lisasfancifulallure.wordpress.com/ when you have a moment. I'm also a small online business owner of Okie fLips on Etsy and Poshmark (eBay/Merkari coming soon), https://www.etsy.com/people/cmselfridge and https://poshmark.com/closet/okieflips I'm a published author of sensual romance. I write about stubborn men and women who don't take no for an answer, and there's always that golden HEA. Cowboys and first responders are my favorite contemporary heroes to write about. My light paranormal heroes are strong men ready to protect their women--not that they need protecting, since they are capable of caring for themselves.

Posted on 11/13/2012, in Blog Tour, inspirations, Pen of the Dreamer, Promotion, Publishers, The Wild Rose Press, Welcome and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 35 Comments.

  1. I loved this scene, Vonnie. I was totally with Aly thinking… running from terrorists in heels? You’ve got to be kidding! LOL Great job!


  2. Love the picture of you and the Bond! Can’t wait to see this one. Maybe I’ll have a chance this weekend. I agree. Psst…I like Daniel Craig as Bond better than SC, too. We’ll keep it between us girls though. lol
    Congrats on your release!!


    • Oh, Karen, you MUST see Skyfall. We see a softer side of Bond in some places, and he is less cartoonish and displays more depth. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment.


  3. Hi Vonnie! I am a James Bond freak! I will date myself by saying this, but I remember going to the Saturday matinee when I was in 4-5th grade for the first time ALONE to meet with my classmates for a James Bond film–I think it was Thunderball. But we religiously went every time a new one came out. I was crazy about Sean Connery until Daniel Craig came along–I never thought I would say it, but I believe I like him better than SC in the role of James Bond. Your book looks GREAT! Now you know I’m going to have to get it. HAVE TO! LOL I went to see Skyfall this past Saturday–It was absolutely wonderful.Classic Bond.


  4. I just finished reading that scene in the chiropractor’s office. loved it!


  5. What a fun and productive day we’ve had! Thank you for entertaining us, Vonnie! I wish you the best with your book and your wonderful career! Thank you for visiting again. 😀


    • Thanks for having me, hon. Your readers and I had a great time. Gee, and I never even mentioned Alyson blindfolding Niko during…gee, I never mentioned that…


      • Uh-oh…if I wasn’t going to get this book yet, I am now! LOL But I think I’ll review Those Violet Eyes first (if Amazon won’t remove my review!)

        Love ya gal. Give Calvin a hug for me. 😀


  6. Vonnie, I think you and James make a great looking couple (smile!)


  7. Excellent excerpt! I can’t wait to read this book!


  8. Loved your excerpt. Just curious who is your favorite Bond? I prefer Sean Connery – the ultimate Bond in my opinion. Hope you have great sales.


  9. Very funny. I really enjoyed the excerpt. Best of luck with it.


  10. terashanley

    this is great! i love smiling when i read 🙂


    • Oh, Tera, so do I? I think the hardest I ever laughed while reading was Janet Evanovitch’s “One for the Money” and “Two for the Dough.” The first two books were my favorites of the Stephanie Plum series. Thanks for commenting.


  11. Love it!


  12. Rosanna Leo

    Wonderful excerpt. Vonnie! I’m so pleased to have a chance to read some of your work and look forward to seeing more!


    • Thanks Rosanna! I saw a mistake as I scanned over it just now–a sentence I’d revamped and forgot to remove the original from my manuscript to my agent. Yikes! I better fix that before I send the excerpt to another blog. I’m a master at overlooking things.


  13. This is brilliant Vonnie. I love it! your writing is so vivid I felt as if I was watching it on the screen! This is a winner! xxx


  14. LMBO….now that is serendipity! Love it. Congrats on your release and your awesome cover. Sounds like a terrific read.


    • Thanks, Christine. I’m hoping readers will like it. This is my first romantic suspense and finding that desired balance between the suspense and the romance meant a lot of rewrites. But, as Hemingway said, writing is rewriting.


  15. LOL! What a trip! This is quite the hilarious excerpt.


  16. What a hoot! Both, the boys with Bond, especially the visual of a large man hugging his afgan, and the new book. I think your wit is sharpening with each story. Best success! And I loved the latest Bond flick. It’s my husbands all time favorite and that’s saying something.


    • Thanks, Sandy. I am allowing more of my humor to show in my writing. When my agent was editing my last manuscript, she called me in hysterics over a scene I’d written in book two of this series. I call it the creme-filled donuts and condom scene. I agree with your husband. Skyfall was THE best Bond flick yet. I loved it.


      • I’m sorry I’ve been MIA, Vonnie. Final proofs on my next book and all! 🙂 I’m always so thrilled to have you on the Ranch! Did you find your special guest room to your liking? How were the Girradelli chocolates?


        • Oooohh, final proofs. How exciting!!! Much more important than my little post. Yay you! Yes, everyithing on the ranch was great, but someone ate all my chocolates!!! (runs fingertip over teeth before giving a cheezy grinn)


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