Saturday, February 25, 2012

Six Sunday: "The lie"! (Nobody's Angel)

I've been working on scenes with Marc D'Alessio and Angelina Giardano for Nobody's Perfect, book four in my Rescue Me series (due out in mid May). I'm not going to reveal those scenes for a while, though. Suffice it to say, the couple from book two in the series (Nobody's Angel) will be working on the issues that are keeping them from making that lifetime commitment to each other. 

While I left them happy for now at the end of their romance, as sometimes happens in real life, circumstances can derail a couple from working on the issues they need to. Their focus can get diverted to more pressing matters (which is what happened at the end of Angel). And, because i don't write fantasy Doms--and anyone in the lifestyle can tell you sometimes Doms and subs don't do the right thing. They're human. They make mistakes. 

But we saw in Nobody's Hero that Angelina is still bothered by "the lie" and, in Nobody's Perfect, her already-shaken trust will be tested as Marc's past explodes in his face and he has to determine who he is and what he wants to do about his future with Angelina.

In this scene, Angelina is in the kitchen the morning after discovering Marc had been lying to her--wearing a mask to hide who he was. She's talking with Adam, while Marc is out climbing one of Colorado's 14,000-foot mountains with some corporate execs on one of his expeditions.

"But I've known Marc as a friend for seven years and I can tell you lying isn't in his character. He's an honorable man. Stubborn, arrogant, and domineering, too."

"I hadn't noticed," she said, hoping her voice dripped with the sarcasm she intended. "And why didn't he come over here and explain himself last night?"

"Marc will climb a Fourteener to avoid confrontation."

Excerpt from NOBODY'S ANGEL © Kallypso Masters, 2011

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Sunday, February 19, 2012

Six Sunday: The power of three (Nobody's Hero)

My Six this week take place a little later in the long excerpt posted in the Naughty After Dark blog hop earlier this week. Okay, poor tortured Karla would say this comes *snicker* a LOT later in the scene. It's from Nobody's Hero (#3 in the RESCUE ME series, released 12/31/11).

Hope you enjoy it as much as Karla did! It took a lot to get her to this third one in her punishment, but when she got there, well, briefly, she was one very satisfied sub. Then all hell broke loose (again).

Then the pressure built to a crescendo and spread throughout her. “Oh, God! I’m coming! Shit! Don’t stop! Three, three, three!”

Excerpt from NOBODY'S HERO © Kallypso Masters, 2011, 2012

Thanks for stopping by to read my Six this week! Each week, the new listing of Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) blogs go live at 9 a.m. EDT Sunday. This is a great way to find new authors to follow or read or to get exposure for your own writing! For a list of this week's participants in the SSS blog tour, go to Search #sixsunday on Twitter, as well!

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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Naughty After Dark Blog Hop Stop #70 and Giveaways

Welcome Naughty After Dark blog hoppers! 

Here's my naughty excerpt, a scene from my third book in the Rescue Me series, Nobody's Hero. Karla has been a naughty sub and is about to endure her first punishment from Master Adam. (Despite her internal assurances in this scene that this will be the last transgression, well, Karla is just too bratty and strong-willed for that to happen.) 

Of course, Master Adam has just given her a mind-blowing orgasm, but given the type of torture he has in mind, that might not seem as wonderful as she thought at the time.

Excerpt from NOBODY'S HERO © Kallypso Masters, 2011, 2012

Karla smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”

“For what?”

She looked away, then back at him. “For…making me explode like that. For making me try things I didn’t think I would like to try. That orgasm was…well, awesome.”

“Not nearly as awesome as the next one will be.”

Her eyes opened wider. “Again?”

“Yes, kitten. Again and often.” He brushed a hair off her cheek. “Remember when I promised I was going to torture you? Well, I believe there’s the matter of a punishment you earned for willfully telling your Dom no a couple of times tonight.”

Her body tensed, eyes narrowed, and she scrunched the sexiest little worry lines along her forehead. He let her fear the worst a moment longer, because he knew what she conjured up in her head would be worse than any punishment she’d ever receive from him. Yet, he couldn’t resist thinking about pulling a total mind fuck on her. Hell, she’d been so easy with the chains in his office the other night. He grinned.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“One of my favorite punishments is called orgasm torture.”

“How could an orgasm be torture?”

“You’re about to find out. Now, tell me why you’re being punished.”

Her eyes filled with regret. “Sir, I’m sorry that I told you no—repeatedly—and didn’t believe you that eating pussy was…tasty.”

Karla seemed genuinely sorry and a little bit bratty with that “tasty” remark. If she wasn’t totally submissive, she sure as hell knew how to please this Dom. Something made him wonder if she’d try just as hard if he wasn’t her Dom—if she just wanted to please him, Adam Montague, Dom or not? Was that why she’d agreed to become his slave?

He cleared his throat. He needed to keep his mind on the task at hand. He could sort out the puzzle that was Karla later.

Yeah, right.

“What have you learned?”

“That my Dom knows best. That he’ll take care of my needs no matter how uncomfortable I might be. That I should trust him.”

Hell. She’d thought it through more than he’d expected. Her sincerity pleased him. “Good girl. Thank you for trusting me, kitten.” He smiled and bent to kiss her again. When her lips began to quaver, he pulled away. She looked up at him, a silent plea in her eyes.

“What’s wrong now, kitten?”

“If I’ve learned my lesson, do you still have to punish me?”

He fought the urge to grin. “Yes, I do. A good Dom follows through on his promises—and his threats.”

She seemed to ponder that a moment, then nodded. “I’m ready, Sir.” She laid her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes, looking much like a virgin about to be fed to the lions. This time, he failed to suppress his chuckle. She grew even more tense, if possible.

“Keep your eyes closed.” Adam reached up and pulled the blindfold back over her eyes. When she nibbled her lower lip, his balls tightened. He couldn’t wait until he was buried inside her to the hilt. But first, he needed to make sure there would be no flying body parts that could prohibit him from performing later.

He slid off her and walked over to a closet where he knew he’d find some of the toys he’d need, as well. He kept each of the public bedrooms stocked with new sex toys, sexy costumes, condoms, batteries, and other items members might need. His clientele certainly paid enough to be able to afford the perks. Pulling several packages off the shelf, he returned to the bedside and laid them on the nightstand.

Surveying her position, with her hands outstretched and secured and her thighs and knees in the harnesses, anchored by chains to the sides of the bed, he only had to worry about her kicking him. He picked up two leather cuffs and attached one to each ankle, then restrained them tightly with chains to the bottom of the bed. No doubt her upper body would remain still, with the nooses as an incentive. She should be ready. Well, restraint-wise, anyway.

“How does that feel, kitten?”

“O-okay, Sir.”

This position would leave her more exposed than she might like, too, but would keep him from being attacked by his baby tiger.

Adam walked over to the nightstand and opened the packages, added the necessary batteries, and picked up the tube of lubricant he’d used earlier.

He glanced down at her. “Karla, do you trust your Dom not to harm you?” He held his breath as he waited for her response.

“Yes, I do, Sir.”

He relaxed a bit. Her surrender to him—and trust in him—made him feel like a king.

* * *
Karla felt cool air against her pussy and tender asshole and heard Master Adam ripping open packages and wondered what a tortured orgasm would be like.

“Relax for me, kitten.”

Relax? Was he fucking kidding?

“Watch your mouth.”

Like hell.

Calm down.

The running dialogue in her head didn’t help calm her, not in the least. Karla tried to relax by taking slow, deep breaths and felt herself sink into the mattress. Then she heard him open that damned drawer and wondered what else he had up his sleeve. Her shoulders and arms hurt from holding herself so stiffly. She hadn’t realized how tense she’d become.

His finger slid against her cleft from her pussy up to her clit, spreading the moisture from her orgasm to the now dry clit. Her hips bucked when he touched the nubbin. It wasn’t as sensitive as it had been right after she’d come, and she felt herself growing warm with excitement as she thought about coming again. Sex definitely was addictive.

He thrust his fingers inside her pussy and she jumped at the unexpected invasion. Her mouth dropped open as she panted. The sensations began to build; much quicker than before, and her breathing became rapid and shallow.

His fingers pulled out and she groaned. More, Sir. Then she felt something hard and cold pressing against her pussy’s opening. Too cold to be Master Adam’s penis. The hard object began to press inside her. A dildo? Her face flushed. She’d bought some toys at a party during her freshman year in college, but had opted for a clit vibrator, rather than something to put inside herself.

Adam inserted the object as far as it would go, she supposed. It pressed against the bundle of nerves Adam’s fingers had curled around earlier when he’d given her the orgasm. Then his hand was gone and she waited.

“Deep breath and hold it.”

She did as he instructed, and felt something cold and wet pressing against her asshole. “N…..” Noooo! I can’t say no or it’ll just make it worse. I trust him. He won’t harm me.

“Good girl. Now, deep breath again and hold it this time.”

She drew a ragged breath, dreading what he planned to do with whatever was about to enter her anus. “Release your breath slowly.” As she began to release the breath, he pressed the object into her. She held her breath again and steeled herself.

“Exhale the entire breath, kitten. Now.”

How could she push the object away if she was exhaling? But she did as he instructed and the object pushed against her rings, burning her asshole, until she was stretched almost as much as when he’d put two fingers inside her. Then the object made a plopping sound and he quit putting pressure against it. But it still burned like hell. Her two holes now were filled to the max. So full. But she’d rather have Master Adam’s penis inside her, not some impersonal plastic dildo.

“I’m going to go easy on you, kitten, since this is your first punishment. Three forced orgasms. Count them for me.”

Forced? He should know by now he didn’t have to force her to have an orgasm. She heard a click and the dildo became a vibrator pulsing against her vaginal walls. He increased the speed and she felt that delicious nerve center inside her, and her clit all vibrating at once. She even felt it pulsate against whatever was in her ass.

Touch my clit, Sir!

Then she heard another click and the object in her butt whirred to life as well. “Oh my God!” Sensory overload! Every muscle tingled and quaked throughout her pelvis. She squeezed her hands into fists, grabbing onto the bed sheet and holding on. She’d gone from zero to eighty like a sports car. Adam’s tongue flicked against her clit and she screamed, trying to clamp her legs together but unable to move. Her torso lifted off the bed, then slammed back down as she contorted and twitched at the pain in her nipples from the ever-tightening nooses. To be right at the edge so fast was too intense.

She screamed again. “Yes! Please! Don’t stop! Please, Sir!”

When he took her swollen clit between his lips and sucked, she let out the loudest, shrillest scream yet. Dear God. Could the neighbors hear? Who cares? “Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shit, please don’t stop!” Her shoulders and hips bucked in alternating rhythm as she catapulted through the air then came shattering to earth again.

She gasped, sucking air into her lungs, panting like a dog on a sweltering day in the desert.

Adam turned off the two vibrators. “Karla, did you come?”

Was he blind and deaf? “Oh, yessss, Sir. I did.”

“Isn’t there something I told you to do?”

Do? “Come three times?”


She gasped for much-needed oxygen. Oh! Count! “That was one, Sir.”

“Very good, kitten. Are you ready for the next?”

“Not yet, Sir. I still need to catch my breath.”

He turned on the anal plug first, then quickly followed with the vaginal one. The pain in her clit was excruciating. “I can’t yet, Sir! It’s too sensitive.”

Without saying a word, his tongue flicked against her hard, hyper-sensitive clit. “Owww! Please, Sir. Not yet! It hurts.”

He ignored her and when his teeth clamped onto her clit, her torso started to rise off the bed until the nipple nooses tightened and pulled. The pain there became excruciating again. She couldn’t reach out to push him off her. Tears wet her blindfold. “Please, Sir. I can’t take any more!”

His hand reached up and pulled one of the ropes attached to her nipple. Following the rope downward, he flicked her erect, sensitive nipple still suffering from being strung up, and then his thumb and finger rolled the tender peak. Oh dear Lord! The orgasm began to build again, only she didn’t want this one. She tried so hard to evade this assault on her tender flesh, but there was nowhere to go. She reached the precipice and just hung there. As hard as she tried to will herself to tumble over the cliff, release wouldn’t come. She groaned, “I can’t, Sir. Please stop!”

His hand pressed against the object in her anus and her hips bucked, pressing her clit against his teeth and lips. He turned up the speed of the anal vibrator and she hurtled over at last. “I’m coming! Oh, my God! No. Yes!” She bucked against him for an eternity, then collapsed on the bed like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

“Thank God it’s over.” She didn’t feel the euphoria she’d felt before, though. This was painful. Torture. Oh, God. Now she knew what he meant. She would never disobey him again if only he would promise never do this to her again. How could he ruin such a good thing as an orgasm by making it punishment?

He turned off the two devices inside her. “Karla.”

Oh, shit. “Two, Sir.” Jesus. That meant there was still another one to go. She’d never survive another one. Her skin became chilled where sweat had broken out and cooled, sending a shudder through her body. Her blindfold was wet against her face, from a mixture of tears and sweat.

She dreaded the build-up beginning again. How could she possibly be ready to come again? She never wanted to come again—ever. Getting over that crest a third time would be impossible.

Then the vibrators began again, one right after the other, and she whimpered. Nooooo. I can’t do this, Sir. She groaned.

For the rest of this scene, please read Nobody's Hero. However, for the full romance journey between Adam and Karla, you need to begin on page 1 of Masters at Arms, the book where they meet nine years earlier and reunite under tragic circumstances. Then read Nobody's Angel, where Karla begins to explore what it would mean to be submissive to Adam. That book ends with a dramatic conclusion that leads you right into book three, Nobody's Hero


Try Masters at Arms, the introduction to the next three books in the series, FREE by using coupon code HB44J at Smashwords throughout the Naughty After Dark blog hop (expires Feb. 22). Start reading Masters now and move on to Nobody's Angel, because some naughty commenter is going to win a copy of Nobody's Hero and you'll want to be caught up by then with the series. 

Commenters below have a chance to win a copy of Nobody's Hero (PDF, EPUB, or PRC, approximately 251 pages). If you already have Nobody's Hero, Kally will put you on the list for the next book in the series, Nobody's Perfect (Damian and Savi's story), due out in May.

Please be sure to leave an e-mail address when you comment, or check back on Feb. 23 to see if you won. Then e-mail Kallypso Masters at Prizes not clamed by Feb. 25 will be forfeited and a new winner will be drawn.

(Feb. 15-22)  

Now, continue on the Naughty After Dark blog hop by stopping at these next three stops:
71. Bianca Sommerland's I'm No Angel blog (excerpt from her new release Game Misconduct)
72. Leia Shaw's The Paranormal G-Spot (excerpt from the new release 31 Flavors, Leia's and Cari Silverwood's new husband-and-wife BDSM novel based on a true story)
73. New York Times bestselling author Caridad Piñeiro's blog 

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Sunday, February 12, 2012

Six Sunday: Master Adam lays down the ground rules

This week, I'm going back into Nobody's Hero (#3 in the RESCUE ME series, released 12/31/11) for the scene where Master Adam tries to send Karla running away when he spells out what he wants from her as his slave. As with most of his maneuvers to distance himself from her, this one backfires big-time. 

We're in Karla's perspective:

“Your body will be my sexual toy to do with as I wish. When you disobey, you will be punished. I will let you express your hard limits and, if I am in the right mood, won’t exceed them—right away. But, as your Master, it will be my pleasure to push your limits fast, hard, and often.” 

Back up. What did Adam mean by punished? 

Thanks for stopping by to read my Six this week! Each week, the new listing of Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) blogs go live at 9 a.m. EDT Sunday. This is a great way to find new authors to follow or read or to get exposure for your own writing! For a list of this week's participants in the SSS blog tour, go to Search #sixsunday on Twitter, as well!

Three e-books have been published to date in the RESCUE ME series. 
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Saturday, February 4, 2012

Six Sunday: No plans to rescue the ice princess

This week's Six is a continuation of a WIP Excerpt: "Do you like princesses?" I posted Friday from Chapter One of the unedited Nobody's Perfect, due out in May. (I'm still writing and only 14,063 words into it so far, so it's still rough.) 

As many of you know, I write realistic BDSM stories about a growing "family" of three men who bonded in war and started a BDSM club afterward. In this scene, Damian is just coming to the realization that little Marisol is his daughter from that perfect day at the beach with Savannah in 2003.

Friday's excerpt ended with Damian thinking: Shit. The calculating expression in the little girl's eyes told him he was being sized up to take on the role of her mama's rescuing prince.

No thanks. Her mother wasn't going to find her perfect prince inside this man's broken body and soul.

Besides, his days of scaling towers to rescue princesses, especially ice princesses, were long gone. Hadn't he tried to rescue Savannah once, only to be shown in no uncertain terms she'd wanted nothing more to do with him?

Damián's focus shifted beyond Marisol's head to the door leading back to the examination rooms. How the hell long did it take Marc and his doctor friend to figure out if Savi's rib was cracked or not?

Thanks for stopping by to read my Six this week! Each week, the new listing of Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) blogs go live at 9 a.m. EDT Sunday. This is a great way to find new authors to follow or read or to get exposure for your own writing! For a list of this week's participants in the SSS blog tour, go to Search #sixsunday on Twitter, as well!

Three e-books have been published to date in the RESCUE ME series. 
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Friday, February 3, 2012

WIP Excerpt: "Do you like princesses?" (Nobody's Perfect)

The muse is back in town and I've been writing like crazy the past few days--well, more so than the last month anyway. Thanks to everyone who sent prayers, good wishes, and healing thoughts to my sister and my family last month as we were all in the grip of cancer surgery and recovery. We also loved the quilt and prayer shawl two Facebook friends sent. Just gorgeous. My sister is home now and gets stronger every day. Still will need chemo to eradicate the remaining cancer cells, but the major tumors have all been removed.

So, of course, now that my mind isn't sleep deprived and worried, I am working on Nobody's Perfect, book 4 in the Rescue Me series (due out in May 2012). I thought I would share an unedited excerpt from the first chapter. Those who have read the Epilogue of Nobody's Hero know where they are and why. Hopefully the rest of you can follow, as well.

I continued this scene with the next six sentences in my Feb. 5 Six Sunday blog. Oh, you're in Damian's point of view right now. And this is TOTALLY UNEDITED except by me, so bear with me on typos.

The inner door swung open and Marc stood there in scrubs. Damián did a double take. "I'm assisting tonight." 

His friend grinned, apparently loving the idea of being in corpsman mode again. He wondered why Marc hadn't pursued a career in medicine when he got back from Iraq, rather than going into an outdoor-adventure outfitter business. Of course, he did do search and rescue, which probably enabled him to make use of his medic skills a bit, too.

Marc looked from Damián to Marisol's face, then back at Damián. He quirked an eyebrow, then grinned. Damn. He knew his buddy was drawing conclusions Damián wasn't ready to acknowledge yet. Hell, he didn't even know for sure.

Yes, you do.

Yeah. He did. But he wasn't going to talk about it with Marc before he talked to Savi. He turned to find she had halted in the doorway and was looking warily at Marc. Damián adjusted his bundle, which wasn't nearly as heavy now that she was awake. Her tiny arms and hands held onto his neck as if she wouldn't let go.

He just wished her mama would trust him like that.

"Savi, this is the friend I told you about. Marc D'Alessio, meet Savi Baker. She's from my neighborhood in California." Marc walked toward Savi and held out his hand. She paused only a few seconds before reaching out to take his hand briefly, then pulled back.

"Pleased to meet you, Savi. Looks like you've been in a bit of a scuffle." Self-consciously, she raised her hand to her face to hide her cheek and winced, probably more from the pain in her rib than from her face.

Damián took a step forward. "I think her left side might be injured. She's been favoring it and showed signs of something going on when I examined her the way you told me to over the phone." Don't think about touching her right now, chico.

"Come, cara, let me get you into the exam room. Dr. McKenzie is setting things up for us now." Marc took her elbow and led her past the reception window to a door that had been propped open. Savi looked back at Damián.

"Don't worry. We're right behind you."

Savi halted. "No. I don't want Mari to see."

Damián didn't want to wait out here. He needed to know what Savi's bastard father had done to her. But he knew he couldn't just barge in the exam room if Savi didn't want him there. Besides, she probably was right. Marisol didn't need to see her mama's battered body. Bad enough she could see the bruises on her face.

Savi's gaze shifted to Marisol. "Mari, honey, the doctor is just going to check and make Maman all better. You stay here with Damián. I think I saw some toys in the corner over there you can play with while you're waiting. I shouldn't be too long."

Marisol looked from her mother to Marc. "Don't hurt my maman." The fierce tone in her high-pitched voice made Damián smile. Protective of her mommy. He liked that, although he was saddened that his little girl felt the need to protect her mother. Parents were supposed to protect their kids, not the other way around.

Marc smiled his understanding. "Don't worry, Mari. The doctor and I will take very good care of her and she'll be back with you in no time."

Marisol scrutinized Marc a moment, taking his measure, then nodded, seeming satisfied with his buddy's ability to care for her mother and return her safely. Heaven help Marc if he didn't follow through on that promise, though. This muñequita would be a force to be reckoned with.

Already the little doll had breached a wall in Damián's defenses.

"Come, bebé, let's go check out the toys over here."

"I'm not a baby. You can put me down now."

Yes, ma'am. He grinned as he put her down, feeling instant relief in his ankle. He hadn't even realized the strain his prosthesis had been under until now.

Marisol placed her hand in his and led him to the table laden with Legos and books. He hadn't played with the plastic interlocking blocks since he'd been in Eden Gardens for Teresa's birthday. Happier times with his nephew, José. They hadn't enjoyed fun like that during his last visit. 

He figured a little girl would be more interested in dolls, but she surprised him when she sat at the table and began playing with the colorful blocks. He soon discovered she was quite adept at building intricate structures. Like a construction foreman, she instructed him on what he could do to help and soon they had built four castle walls, complete with a drawbridge that could be lowered and raised. Next she began working on a tower. 
Marisol's fingers stopped working and she looked over at him. "Do you like princesses?"

Damián wasn't sure how to respond. "Well, I haven't met too many princesses, but the ones I know, like my niece and you, I like a lot."

"Not me, silly. I mean Maman. An evil knight from a kingdom far away put a spell on her and she doesn't know she's a princesa anymore. She needs to have a prince kiss her so she can remember."

Shit. The calculating expression in the little girl's eyes told him he was being sized up to take on the role of her mama's rescuing prince.

...for the next six lines (and to finish the scene), go to this Six Sunday blog!

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