Monday, March 26, 2012

Guest Cherise Sinclair: "Winter of the Wolf" with Rated X Excerpt

The Wild Hunt Legacy 2:
  Winter of the Wolf 
by Cherise Sinclair 

It's a thrill and an honor to have Cherise Sinclair as my guest this week. Cherise's Masters of the Shadowlands series were the first BDSM erotic romances I'd ever read, which inspired me to want to write in this subgenre, too. And her HOUR OF THE LION, book one in the Wild Hunt Legacy, which she released last year, was my first paranormal shapeshifter novel (and first menage). I fell in love with a secondary character there--an older shifter named Zeb. (Cherise and I have a thing for older heroes--and dominant males whose names start with Z apparently!)

So, when I asked her if she'd guest blog here with the release of her second book in the Wild Hunt Legacy, she agree and I squeeeeeeeeed just as loudly as I did last summer when she said she couldn't wait to read my first book. I won't keep you from her writing any longer, but be prepared. This one's NOT SAFE FOR WORK, because it's red hawt!

~ Blurb for Winter of the Wolf ~

After years in foster care, Breanne Gallagher has the stable life she’s always wanted, living with her foster-sister, working as a chef, enjoying her comfortable routines. Then one devastating night, a hellish creature invades her apartment and shatters her fragile existence. Shifting between monster and man, it slaughters her foster sister and assaults Bree. Alone, wounded, her beloved home tainted by gruesome memories, Bree flees to a tiny wilderness town, following her only clue to her past. 

Shapeshifting warriors, Zeb and Shay move from one pack to another, hunting the hellhounds which prey on their kind. Assigned to Cold Creek, they take over management of a decrepit fishing lodge for their "human" cover. Their first renter is a pretty human female who trembles at the sight of them—yet stands her ground. Furious at the hurt they see in her eyes, the protective nomads are drawn into helping her. Although no shapeshifter is ever attracted to a human, her scent is oddly compelling, and her ferocious determination to conquer her fears ignites longings neither loner ever expected to face.

Bree is healing, learning to shoot the biggest pistol she can find, and overcoming her fears, especially of the two deadly, disconcertingly attractive hunters. Her life is getting back on track…until she tries to save a little girl from a hellhound and discovers that everything she knows about herself is false.

~ Excerpt for Winter of the Wolf ~

Sucking a cock was amazing. Bree tongued the thick winding veins on Zeb’s shaft—tight, yet elastic. What else can I do? She tried alternating licking and taking him deep in her throat.

When his hand tightened in her hair, she had a second of panic. Her head jerked up, and, even as his grip released, she met his eyes. So black. Yet, despite the aroused flush in his face, he was watching her carefully, making sure she was all right. She smiled. Heavens, she loved doing this for him.

She paused to nuzzle the hair beside his cock. Here, his dark forest scent was muskier, richer. As she inhaled, her pussy thickened with blood, pulsing with hunger.

She tried to push her need aside, but it was sweeping her away, blurring her thoughts. Shay moved closer. His hands ran over her bottom, and his body heated the back of her thighs. As fire sizzled through her veins, she groaned.

Zeb jumped and sucked in a breath. Shay chuckled. “Do that again, a leannan. My bràthair likes it.”

Really? She groaned again. Hummed. Growled. And this time when Zeb’s fingers fisted in her hair, she didn’t panic. She giggled.

“You’re killing me, little female.” Zeb’s voice had gone an octave lower, sending tingles across her skin.

Rather than answering, she started bobbing her head, sucking with each upstroke.

“Very nice,” Shay said. His resonant voice filled in all the gaps that Zeb’s had left, as if adding the other melody to Pachelbel’s Canon. He clasped her hip with one hand, using the other to guide his cock to her entrance.

Oh please, now. She choked, lost her rhythm, and Zeb’s hand guided her back into it.

“Breanne, whatever you do to Zeb, I’ll do to you.” Shay slowly pushed inside her, filling her, stretching her.

Her whole body shivered in delight, in growing need. Deeper. Pound me. Take me.

“If you want slow, then slow down,” Shay said. “You stop. I’ll stop. Suck him deeper, and I’ll go deeper.” His cock pulled out until it was only an inch inside her. Not moving.

Nooo. She wiggled to no avail before realizing her lips were closed lightly over the head of Zeb’s shaft. Not moving. Oh. As she lowered her head and sucked his cock into her mouth, Shay’s erection pushed back inside her, rolling a wave of heat before it.

She lifted her mouth off the shaft in her mouth. The shaft in her pussy pulled out.

A shiver ran through her. Need more. She took a firmer grip on the base of Zeb’s cock, and Shay’s hands tightened on her hips. As her lips closed over the velvety head, sweat trickled between her breasts. The room seemed to have turned into a sauna. Her pussy throbbed…almost matching that of the erection in her hands.

She ventured a look at Zeb. His lids were half-closed as he watched her. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Shay’s jaw was tight, and his muscles almost vibrated with his desire to pound into her. Had she ever felt so needed? Wanted?

But he didn’t move. He was waiting for her. Her lips curved. Sneaky Shay. We’re all going to enjoy this.

She pulled Zeb into her mouth, so fast and hard that he groaned.

Shay thrust into her so deep and hard that electricity ripped through her body.

Work it, Bree. She did, bobbing and sucking and doing her best to deep-throat. Faster and harder. Shay pounded into her, faster and harder, exactly matching her movements. Her thoughts whirled away as the need inside her grew, as she clenched around the cock inside her.

When she lifted her head, Zeb’s fingers in her hair tightened, not painfully but firmly. His thighs pressed against her sides, the muscles rigid. He was close.

The base of his cock thickened, and with a desperate growl, he tugged her back onto his shaft. She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper…and he came. Startled but delighted, she swallowed frantically, and the salty, musky taste shoved her arousal to a higher pitch.

Eyes closed, he groaned in satisfaction. A glow of joy ran through her. I put that contented expression on his face. Smiling, she licked him gently as he softened.

Shay had paused.

“Fuck, Bree.” Zeb opened his eyes. His hand cradled her face. “That was beautiful. Thank you.” His surprised gratitude brought tears to her eyes. Did no one ever put this man first? He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “Your turn, little female.” He glanced at Shay.

Shay’s hands tightened on her hips. “Hang on, a leannan, I’m going to take you hard.”

Rather than frightening her, the thought was perfect.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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Sunday, March 25, 2012

Six Sunday: Savannah's Torture (Masters at Arms)

WARNING: This scene includes a description of an incest victim's torture. 

This week's Six Sunday blog is much darker than my previous ones, because I am immersed right now in writing Nobody's Perfect, which will finally bring healing and justice for my most broken character, Savannah Gentry, from Masters at Arms. (See below for a link to a free copy if you haven't read it. I also will post a link for survivors seeking healing of their own.) 

A 19-year-old incest victim in this scene, by the time she reappears eight years later in the series in a scene in Nobody's Hero, she will have become Savi Baker and learned to cope and heal many parts of her abusive past.  

But there is one abuse session that has been burned into her memory and is something she hasn't been able to share with her therapist or anyone. As I prepare to write the scenes where Damián will discover what she refers to as "her shame," I went back to reread the scene in Section Two of Masters at Arms. It's written as backstory even in the prequel, because it's so horrific, but it's necessary to see where she has been in order to appreciate how far she has come--and to take her the rest of the way home to healing her psyche and her body, merging them again so that she can have the life she deserves. Here's Savannah at nineteen. The readers on my author page on Facebook are helping me find a model/image to age her to the 27/28 she will be in Nobody's Perfect.

Setup: She is sitting in a restaurant with her father's business partner and henchman, who is reminding her of her place, her shame, as they wait for two potential clients who will be allowed to use her body in a torture scene that night to help cement a business relationship. I've stopped short of the most graphic memories, because you may not have come here expecting that from me. The speaker is Lyle.

"...They’re going to love finding your secret. They love shit like that.”

When Lyle’s words registered, bile rose in her throat. If she’d eaten today, she’d have vomited. Last month, Lyle had restrained her face down on her father’s desk in the home that should have been her haven. Her legs had been spread open and secured, while her father’s weight held her down so she would remain still enough. 

The good news is that a retired Marine has given me a scenario for Nobody's Perfect that will include a justice scene for Savi. There's nothing like a little Marine justice--but throw in a sadist and it really will be very satisfying, if long overdue.

For those seeking help to heal their own abusive pasts, please go to RAINN (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network for resources)

Thanks for stopping by to read my sad 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!

Today after 12 noon Eastern I will be drawing for the winner of the great prize package in the Small Press Treasures Giveaway Blog Hop entry.  You also can get a free copy of Masters at Arms there with a coupon code at Smashwords. 

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Six Sunday: "What have I done, Karla?" (Nobody's Hero)

Here's my Six Sunday blog for the week! It picks up where my Small Press Treasures Giveaway Blog Hop entry ended on Friday. Be sure to check there for more of the scene and some great prizes you can win!

The look of torture and remorse on his face hurt exponentially more than the hurt she’d felt a moment ago. “What have I done, Karla?”

“Nothing I didn’t want you to do.” She reached up and stroked the planes of his beautiful face. “I wanted you to make love to me more than anything, Adam.”

But not as much as I want you to love me.

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

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Friday, March 16, 2012

Small Press Treasures Giveaway Blog Hop (March 17-24)

I was invited to participate in this Small Press Treasures Blog Hop by the lovely ladies at SER Awesomeness, who were so awesome to list me among their favorite indie or small-press authors. Between March 17-24, be sure to go to their site to sign up for more prizes by clicking on the blog hop image below!

But wait! Before you do that, you won't want to miss the excerpt and prize package *I* have put together for you here! Keep reading! I'm a day early, too, but will be busy all day getting ready for the Kentucky Romance Writers open house tonight (Hyatt Place, Lexington, Ky., exit 108 off I-75 from 6-8 p.m.--be there if you can!) and our annual workshop tomorrow.

First, some hot fun with Master Adam and Karla! Here's a hot excerpt from Nobody's Hero, available now. I go a little further with this excerpt than I have in others from this scene I've posted. This scene is an erotic tribute to my favorite bodice-ripper scenes from the novels I loved as a teenager back in the 1970s. Adam's a bit, well, medicated. But she finally gets what she's been waiting for since she was 16! Enjoy!

At last, the sleep that had eluded her since Adam was injured beckoned. She surrendered...

Adam’s hard body nestled against her backside, and his arm curled around her waist with his firm hand cupping her breast. She’d had erotic dreams of Adam before and gave in to this one, snuggling against him. His erection—larger than she’d dreamed it in the past—pressed against her ass. The hand on her breast stirred and his finger and thumb rolled her nipple, causing her hips to jerk back against his hard penis.

Karla gasped. Too real. Her eyes flew open to find herself in near darkness, but she came fully awake in an instant. This was no dream.

More like a dream come true.


He continued to play with her nipple, teasing it to the point of pain, sending jolts of electricity to her girly bits. She held her breath, not wanting to wake him. Not wanting to stop him.

Touch me.

His hand left her breast and roamed across her abdomen. Oh, dear Lord, had he heard her silent plea? Or had she spoken the plaintive words aloud? She raised her leg, tenting the covers, giving him easier access. Usually she slept in the nude, but the thigh-length t-shirt had been her concession to decency while watching over Adam. She wore no panties and knew she was seconds away from having Adam’s fingers on her…

Touch me there, Adam.

His hand continued to glide down her body, over her hips, onto her bare thigh, then he stopped. No! Not yet! He stroked her inner thigh and pulled her legs even more open, and his hand moved upward. Her heart pounded in her ears.

Oh, yes, love. There.

If he stopped now, she’d surely die. She licked her lips, which had gone dry. When had she started panting like a dog in heat? Oh, dear Lord. She should wake him. This wasn’t right. He didn’t even know he was with her. He could be dreaming of Joni.

No. She wouldn’t think about his dead wife now. Joni was gone. Joni couldn’t give Adam what he needed anymore.

But would Karla stop him, even if she wanted to? She needed his hands on her so badly. Had craved this moment for so many years. When his finger slid over her clit, she gasped. So sensitive. The little nubbin went into spasms. She’d touched herself there before with her fingers and her vibrator, but no one else had ever done so. What a difference—not knowing how he would caress her, where, when, how much pressure.

His finger delved between her curly folds and pressed against her pussy’s very wet opening. He entered her, filling her tight hole, but didn’t go far before he pulled out again and returned to touching her clit. She’d dreamed of having Adam touch her like this for so long. Now he was doing just what she wanted. She’d always hoped one day he would make love to her.

But not like this.

She had to wake him. Whether he was in a deep sleep or under the influence of the pain killers, it was wrong to take advantage of him like this. She scooted onto her back to face him and he nuzzled her neck, his whiskers scratching against the tender skin there. Her clit throbbed against his finger.

“Oh, God, Karla. Now you’ve invaded my fucking dreams.”

Karla? He’d said her name! Adam was dreaming about her. Not Joni. A delicious euphoria spread through her that felt like when she hit a particularly high note with perfect pitch. She relaxed and smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, then easing away again when she remembered his injuries. His finger continued to stroke her clit, and she rocked against his hand, moaning.

Don’t stop, Adam.

Her heartbeat sent an insistent throbbing to her clit. More. Oh, dear Lord, she wanted so much more of him. As if he heard her, he raised his body, groaning in pain. Marc had said he should avoid strenuous activity. Oh, God. How strenuous was too strenuous?

All lucid thought vanished as his body hovered over hers, his finger inside her. Instead, she thought about whether she should stroke him; how she should move. With tentative fingers, she stroked his bulging, corded biceps, shivering at the raw power there, despite his having been weakened from the cougar attack.

“So wet,” his voice rasped.

His finger entered her again. Then another finger. Oh, God, yes. She bucked her hips up against him.

“I can’t wait, kitten. I promise I’ll go slower next time.”

Kitten. The endearment melted her into a pool of Jell-O.

He pushed his sweatpants off his hips, releasing his penis. His very hot, hard penis which now pressed against her pussy. He rubbed the tip against her cleft, from her vagina to her clit, again and again. Oh, yes. At last, he was pressing against her pussy, pushing himself inside, slowly filling her. Her hips bucked up toward him, taking him deeper.

“So fucking tight.”

His finger stroked her clit and she moaned as waves of sensation spread through her. She felt as if she would fly off the bed.

“Yes, Adam. Don’t stop.” His finger moved faster. “Oh, God!” She moved her hands up to stroke Adam’s chest. His pecs felt like steel. “Oh, please, don’t stop!” Her hips began to buck even harder, against his finger, his penis.

“Come for me, kitten.”

His finger against her clit stroked faster, sending waves of electricity throughout her pelvis. “Yes. Oh, Adam, yesss!” She found herself just on the edge of a precipice, hovering above the unknown. Step off. Fly. Her breathing stopped. “Oh, oh, ohhhh!” So close. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her. With a groan, he rammed his penis fully inside her.

Her scream of pain filled his mouth and brought his body to a halt. The unanticipated pain registered in her mind a half-second later. Tears stung her eyes. She’d read about the breaking of a woman’s hymen and how much it was supposed to hurt, but she’d had no idea. Luckily, just as quickly as the pain had come, it receded.

“No fucking way.”

She opened her eyes to look up at him and found Adam staring down at her in disbelief as realization dawned.

She whimpered. She wanted. She needed.

“Adam, I saved myself for you. I wanted only you. Please don’t pull away from me now.”

The look of torture and remorse on his face hurt exponentially more than the hurt she’d felt a moment ago. “What have I done, Karla?”


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An Evil Stick with a Purple Heart
(Okay, if you have a Dom or Master in your life, you'll want to hide this one. OUCH!! The evil stick was made by the awesome Toymaker, a Dom who helped me with Master Adam's Shibari scene in Nobody's Hero and is now helping me with Damian's scenes with Savi in Nobody's Perfect. I think a similar stick will be used in a scene with Damian and Savi, I just haven't written it yet.)

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Guest Blog: DeAnna Felthauser and "A Million Wishes"

DeAnna Felthauser was kind enough to host me at her blog recently and I wanted to introduce my readers to her and her debut series, as well. Dee writes about themes dear to my heart—overcoming past abuse and healing wounded warriors. Can't wait to read this, which is just a couple books down my TBR pile at the moment.

So let me turn this space over to Dee! Be sure to comment for TWO chances to win a free copy of her book, A Million Wishes!

Hello lovelies! I’m a friend of Kally’s and also a self-published author. My name is DeAnna Felthauser and I write steamy romance novels with a military theme. My first book, A Million Wishes, is the first in a series of four books in my “Wishes” series. The hero, Noah, is a Navy SEAL and his one true love is our heroine Mikayla. She’s an aspiring writer and has grown up as a victim of abuse. They both overcome many ups and downs, and deserve their happily ever after. I have been asked about the extent of the abuse in the book and I will let you know it’s not in detail, it just lays down the precedent of the trauma she went through and in no way does it get graphic. I only wanted to show the depth of her heartache and where her fears come from. Mikayla is piece of my heart, and by creating her, it helped me heal, too. Noah is a dreamboat with hurts of his own—a truly good man that every woman deserves. I hope you take the time to read their story, and if you do, I love feedback! Feel free to add me to your social networking sites and chat with me! I’ll leave my links down below.

I want to thank Kally for offering me a spot on her blog this week! I am a HUGE fan of her “Rescue Me” series, so it’s truly an honor to be here and share with all of you. Make sure you read all the way to the end for your chance to win one of two free copies of A Million Wishes!

Blurb for A Million Wishes

Mikayla Johnson... Growing up in a poor, abusive household after her father is killed in a car wreck, Mikayla had very few things in life that gave her joy. Her writing, the old oak tree, her big brother Callum and her childhood crush Noah. Could he help her heal from her past and give her the family she has always wanted?

Noah Cane... Noah is a Navy SEAL war hero coming home to the Georgia peach plantation he was raised on to recover from losing his leg in war. His heart was stolen by Mikayla the moment they met under a peach tree where she was stealing peaches off his parent's property. Can she help him heal from his injuries and give him something worth fighting for?

Join Mikayla and Noah on a whimsical journey of love, passion and the discovery of what they were truly meant to do with their lives. Sit back and enjoy their playful banter and intense loving while they show the town of Sugar Creek what it really means to have a heart of gold.

Excerpt from A Million Wishes 
(©DeAnna Felthauser, 2012)

He came out of the bathroom in boxers and nothing else, grabbing her around the waist from behind and swinging her around, carrying her to the bedroom, and plopping her on the soft mattress. “Noah! What are you doing crazy man?” He grinned at her and dived in the bed with her, making a big mess of getting under the covers and playfully whacking her with a pillow before stuffing it under his head. “I’m going to bed what does it look like I’m doing? Turn off the light brat I’m sleepy.” She laughed and tossed his pillow back at him looking disheveled and not quite sure what to do. “You are in MY bed; your bed is in there.” She said, pointing to the living room. He stretched, growling a little and she nearly drooled all over herself watching his muscles ripple from his chest to the band of his boxers. “Hey if you wanna sleep on that crappy sofa, go for it. I have slept in jungles more comfortable than that piece of junk.” Her mouth hung open and she started laughing.

“Now who’s being a brat? That was just rude Noah. Rude!” He reached and tugged her hair grinning like a kid in a candy store. “No. Rude is the fact that you make a guest sleep on that thing. I nearly couldn’t walk this morning. Now are you gonna talk all night or are you gonna c’mere and snuggle with me?” Her mouth opened then shut, shaking her head and turning off the lamp. Obviously she would be stupid to kick him out of bed. So she turned on her side and laid her head on his chest, sliding her arm across his middle and closed her eyes. “Sweet dreams Romeo. Don’t get any idea’s you’re gonna do anything but snuggle. I’m a good girl remember?” He laughed and curled his arm around her and squeezed her to him, kissing the top of her head. “I would never do such a thing babydoll. I am the picture of innocence.” He tilted her chin up and kissed her softly, closing his eyes and feeling more content and lighthearted than he had in years.

Sunday morning rolled around and Miki woke up purring and stretching, feeling pure, warm, hard male pressed against her from behind and Noah’s rough palm idly stroking her skin under her tank top from just below her breasts to just below the waist line of her shorts. Her nipples were tight little buds of pleasure poking out obviously against her shirt. She blushed and turned her head to look at him and smile softly. “Good morning Romeo.” He gave her that heart melting grin, and spoke in his low timber “Good morning babydoll. I could get used to waking up with you curled against me purring like a kitten.” His mouth covered hers and she moaned against his lips, her bottom pressed firmly to his groin. He was rock hard, and instead of it terrifying her, it thrilled her that he wanted her so much. Plus the slow stroke of his hand dipping low on her tummy had her aching so fiercely it was driving her crazy. Her hand reached back to rub down his side and squeeze his hip, it was enough to make him thrust forward and rub his thickness against her soft bottom again, deriving another purr from her lips.

“Noah…I…Ooohhh….” She stopped speaking, unable to say a word when his palm cupped her sex and rubbed in a slow firm circle.

“Mmm, what Miki? Don’t be afraid to say anything. If you want me to stop I will. If you want more, god if you want more, I’ll give it to you. Anything and everything baby.” His voice was husky, raw with desire. She shivered as his warm lips started trailing down her neck, and his teeth scraped that pulsing point that took her breath away. He kept one hand on her clothed mound, and his other reached and grabbed her soft breast, massaging it, pinching first one nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, then moving to the next. “I’ve never…Noah I’ve never…oh god… please, Noah, don’t stop…” He looked into her beautiful green eyes now all smoky and dark, shocked at her admission of innocence, but wanting even more to please her.  He moved his hand off her and she nearly cried when the pressure he’d been placing on her vanished. But it was only gone a few seconds because he slid his hand into her shorts and slipped his fingers between the slick folds of her sex and found her hard little nub of desire and rubbed. Rubbed and circled it, squeezing it between his thumb and finger until she screamed out loud, falling apart, and shaking against him with her head thrown back, and a sexy purr coming from her throat.

Feeling a little breathless yet? –grins- I hope so!!!

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Now, if you’d like to enter to win a PDF copy of A Million Wishes, it’s really simple! Leave a comment here on Kally’s awesome blog and a winner will be chosen on Monday, March 19, by random draw. Thanks for stopping by and remember to come visit me on my blog and other social sites!

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Six Sunday: Giddy-up, Master Adam (Nobody's Hero)

I can't remember if I officially signed up for Six Sunday this week. (I was on vacation in Savannah most of the week and trying not to do much work.) But here's a fun scene from Nobody's Hero for my faithful followers. 

Setup: Master Adam and Karla are in bed and guess who's on top this time? We're in Adam's head and he's the first to speak.

“I need to move inside you, kitten. Are you ready to ride?”

Her pupils dilated and she grinned. “Giddyup, Sir.” She lifted herself up, raised her hand in the air, and shouted, "Yee-hah!"

Damn, woman.

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!

Three e-books have been published to date in the RESCUE ME series. 
For a list of all of the books and links to purchase sites, 
go to the book listing tab in this blog.  
Kally loves to find new friends 
on Facebook and Goodreads. 
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Monday, March 5, 2012

Guest Blog: Siobhan Muir's Fredrick MacGregor Visits with Kally in Savannah

While vacationing in Savannah, Ga., this week, I took an opportunity to interview Fredrick MacGregor, the hero in Siobhan Muir's new release, Her Devoted Vampire. (It's always nice to put those journalism skills I learned in college to work again!) I was fascinated when Bridget told me Fredrick lived an alternative lifestyle—thinking perhaps he was a local Dom and might provide me with some insights into some of my own Doms. Well, imagine my surprise!

Fredrick reclined in a plush leather chair at the Laughing Dog Pub and awaited his visitor as the early evening settled around Savannah. He loved the feeling of the old pub he’d converted into a coffee shop. The sense of history seeped through the brass fixtures and ornate furniture, and he had lived much of it.
Focus on why you’re here.
He’d come for two reasons. The first was to check on the employees after he’d changed operations managers. But the second trumped the first in importance.
Bridget had told him that Kallypso Masters, an up and coming author of BDSM novels, wanted to speak with him about how he’d met his lady. When he’d asked Bridget why she didn’t speak with Kallypso herself, she’d laughed and tried to distract him with a smoldering kiss.
“Charm her,” Bridget had said with a wink. “You’re good at that. That way, she’ll write good things about us.” Then she’d grinned. “When else will she get the chance to meet a real vampire?”
“More often than anyone knows,” he’d grumbled, but Bridget had insisted.
So here he sat, getting ready to tell a complete stranger the most intimate story of his life.
Tinkling bells over the door told him someone new had arrived and his gaze fell on the attractive woman who stepped inside, a curious and admiring expression on her face. Short, chestnut hair framed a kind face with eyes that showed a bit of the devil, with a keen intelligence mixed in. A smile curled Fredrick’s lips. She reminded him of Bridget when she chased after an accounting problem.
He watched the woman inquire after him at the counter, only to be directed to where he sat waiting for her. As she approached, he rose and offered her a polite smile.
“Mr. MacGregor?” she asked. Her voice had just a bit of a southern twang, calling up memories of southern belles.
“Yes. You must be Kallypso Masters. Quite a name you have.”
Her smile enlivened her face and he found himself glad he’d come. “Thank you. Kallypso means 'one who hides.'” She gave him an enigmatic look. Apparently he wasn't the only one with secrets.
“Please, join me.” Fredrick gestured to the other plush chair. “Can I get you anything?”
“No, thank you. I’m fine.” She removed her jacket and sat back in the chair, giving a little gasp of delighted surprise as she snuggled back into the soft upholstery. “Wow. It completely hugs your body!”
Pride bloomed in Fredrick’s chest at her pleasure. “The Laughing Dog Pub has always been known for its creature comforts. I’m glad you approve.”
“Oh, I definitely do.” She reached into her bag and withdrew a journalist's notebook and an ornate ink pen.
I thought all writers used tablets and laptops these days.
“Now then, I wanted to thank you for meeting me, Mr. MacGregor. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome, Ms. Masters.”
“You can call me Kally.” She waved away the title.
“Very well, Kally. And you may address me as Fredrick, if you prefer.”
Kally beamed and crossed one leg over the other, swinging one heeled foot in time with a beat only she heard. Or perhaps she was more nervous than she was letting on.
“Tell me how you and your lady, Bridget, met.”
Right to the point. He liked that. “Actually, it was in a coffee shop like this. She’d been looking for respite from a dark and dreary day, and I’m eternally grateful she found succor in one of my coffee houses.” He smiled with the memory of Bridget sitting alone at her table. “She’d forgotten her book on her table when she left and I felt it was my duty to return it to her.”
“It’s nice to know chivalry isn’t dead after all,” Kally remarked, smiling.
Dead is a matter of definition.
“I assure you, it is not in our household.”
Kally sighed wistfully. “What made you notice Bridget?”
“At first? Her hair. There’s something about red-heads that has always attracted my eye.” He widened his smile without showing his elongated canines. No point in frightening her. “Your hair shares some of the qualities of hers.”
Kally ran a hand through her short locks. “Thank you. Was that all you noticed—about Bridget, I mean?”
“No. I’d seen Bridget many times before.” No need to tell her how I saw her. “But it wasn’t until she left her book that I found an excuse to talk to her.”
“You don’t strike me as shy, Fredrick.”
“Not so much shy as cautious. I live a specific lifestyle and it’s not wise to show it to everyone. I’m sure you understand.”
Kally raised her eyebrows, but nodded. “I write about people in a particular alternative lifestyle, if that's what you mean." She grinned and he wondered what lifestyle she wrote about. "I understand Bridget was mugged the night you met.”
Well, he'd have to explore that later. Kally was like a dog with a bone. “Yes.” Anger and chagrin shot through Fredrick at his inability to detect the muggers before they’d grabbed Bridget that night. He’d dealt with the bastards, but it still rankled.
Some protector you turned out to be.
“And then you kidnapped her. Why was that?”
“I didn’t kidnap her.” It came out more harshly than he’d intended and Kally leaned away from his snarl. “That was a misunderstanding on Bridget’s part. I’d brought her home to care for her.”
“And wouldn’t let her go.”
“She was in no condition to travel after the mugging. It was safer for her to stay with me.”
She would’ve been safe with you if it wasn’t for– No, don’t think about that!
Kally nodded with a placating expression on her face and mouthed okay as she rolled her eyes back down to her notes. Fredrick tried to wrestle his irritation under control before he did something he’d have to expend a great deal of energy to fix.
Charm her, jackass. Don’t scare her.
“One last question. The title of your story is Her Devoted Vampire. Can you explain a little about that? Is the vamp scene some kind of role-play you two are into?”
Role play? If she only knew. “It refers to my devotion to Bridget, as my lady and my Goddess.” Fredrick relaxed and let his charm flow. “She is everything to me.”
“And the ‘vampire’ part?” Kally asked skeptically.
Fredrick grinned broadly, showing his canines, and winked.
Kally dropped her pen and her jaw dropped. Her hand went to her stomach and he wondered if her stomach hadn't dropped, too.

Her Devoted Vampire is on sale now at:

Siobhan here. Don’t worry, Kally's fine. Fredrick only wanted to get his “point” across. She got back to her historic Savannah hotel room safely where she's vacationing with her hubby. As far as I know, she only remembers having a lovely conversation with a coffee shop mogul. :)

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Saturday, March 3, 2012

Six Sunday: What's a Slave to Do? (Nobody's Hero)

Welcome back for another fun Six Sunday with Adam and Karla from Nobody's Hero, the third book in the Rescue Me series. Of course, Karla and Adam have significant story plots in all three books in the series to date, spanning the nine years of their journey toward romance. You need to read the series right from the beginning so you don't miss any of their story.

In this scene, Karla has joined "Master" Adam in his shower, trying to find ways to please him as she attempts to figure out just what a slave is supposed to do. Of course, he doesn't want a slave and his rational mind wants nothing to do with Karla. He just can't convince his body--or Karla--of that. We're in Adam's head.
Her hands reached up to his shoulders and she began to try and turn him. Her touch and those incredibly sexy blue eyes made him forget himself for a moment, but he halted. No way was he going to let her see his back. 

He needed to re-establish his place as her Master. He needed for her to fucking safeword.

“Turn around, kitten.”

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!

To celebrate "Read an eBook Week" (March 4-10, 2012), I'm offering free copies of Masters at Arms (Rescue Me #1) and 25% off copies of Nobody's Angel (Rescue Me #2) at Smashwords. For descriptions of the three available books in the series, as well as buy links at other sales outlets, go to Books by Kallypso Masters.

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Censorship Must Stop--How You Can Help (including Mark Coker's suggestions)

In recent weeks, there has been a wave of censorship against erotica and erotic romance authors to remove ALL books with incest, rape, and bestiality from the book shelves. It's complicated. There are nuances. My books were taken down temporarily at one vendor as they self-policed their titles to comply with their own Terms of Services (which have their roots with the PayPal and credit-card companies, of course, as well as what is accepted by traditional publishers). I'm lucky and all my books were reinstated because the incest was a backstory issue, not for titillation. Then there's the whole bestiality thing. According to PayPal, only sex in human form is allowed in a shapeshifter book. Well, the only one I've ever read (Cherise Sinclair's Hour of the Lion) includes at least one scene that I remember where the cougars have sex in animal form. Is that bestiality--or biology?

As an incest survivor, I detest the whole "daddy/daughter" incest and pseudo-incest realm of books. They aren't for me and I don't read or promote them. But other people do want to read them and/or write them. Who am I to say they shouldn't? I'm an adult and I can simply choose NOT to read them. Right?

But as a feminist, a woman, a writer of BDSM romances (which may be the next target), and an independently published author, I find this trend toward censorship and the limiting of choices very disturbing. I have writer friends like Bianca Sommerland who write erotic FANTASY novels that include dubious consent, captivity, rape--something permitted in horror, true crime, mystery, or mainstream novels, but not in erotica, apparently. I won't go into the psychology of it all, but lots of women have rape FANTASIES. Do we want to be raped? Hell to the no. But these FANTASY stories are enjoyable reads for many of us for whatever reason--myself included. (Bianca keeps warning me about my triggers in her books with scene where they play with needles and such, though, so I haven't been able to read the Deadly Captive books--yet.

But under these "credit card" restriction guidelines, the books I read first in the Romance genre and love to this day--Kathleen Woodiwiss's "The Flame and the Flower" and "The Wolf and the Dove," anything by Johanna Lindsey or Rosemary Rogers written back in the 70s or 80s, etc.) would have been censored and banned because they usually had scenes where the hero overpowered the heroine physically (and in every other way--because he was so alpha *melt*) and had sex with her, often without consent (even though readers knew they would end up together with a happy ending because that was all part of the ROMANCE and the FANTASY)!

One of the reasons I began writing again and decided to publish my books for the first time ever was because I didn't have to be "politically correct" anymore. Erotic Romance made that possible. I didn't need flowery purple prose to describe sex and sex organs. Amen to that. And I could write whatever I wanted. And as an independently published author. I didn't have to go through a publisher as a gatekeeper and could write the stories of my heart without being censored, especially as the New York traditional publishers are wont to do. I want all writers to be able to experience that freedom of expression and creativity--and to find an audience that wants to read their books.

Today I received an e-mail from the founder and CEO of Smashwords (the site that was started as a means of allowing authors to publish their own works and taking control of their livelihood). I think he has been incredibly rational throughout this attack (targeting primarily independent authors, as he states). He is fighting back rather than rolling over like many of the publishers and distribution channels seem to be doing who long ago agreed to these rules, just didn't enforce them until now. And he offers some very insightful interpretations--and hand-on actions YOU can do to help stop this before "they" take YOUR favorite books off the shelves.  (That's near the bottom, if you want to skip ahead.)

Please do what you can--and I welcome a serious discussion about the issue on my blog. Please feel free to share and Tweet, as well. While it's hard for me to defend some books that are under the ax--I will defend to the death the author's right to write those stories.  



(by Mark Coker at Smashwords)

In case you haven't heard, about two weeks ago, PayPal contacted Smashwords and gave us a surprise ultimatum:  Remove all titles containing bestiality, rape or incest, otherwise they threatened to deactivate our PayPal account.  We engaged them in discussions and on Monday they gave us a temporary reprieve as we continue to work in good faith to find a suitable solution.

PayPal tells us that their crackdown is necessary so that they can remain in compliance with the requirements of the banks and credit card associations (likely Visa, MasterCard, Discover, American Express, though they didn't mention them by name).

Last Friday, I sent the following email to our erotica authors and publishers:   Then on Monday, I issued an update, and announced we would delay enforcement of PayPal's guidelines so we and PayPal could continue our discussions:


PayPal is asking us to censor legal fiction.  Regardless of how one views topics of rape, bestiality and incest, these topics are pervasive in mainstream fiction.  We believe this crackdown is really targeting erotica writers.  This is unfair, and it marks a slippery slope.  We don't want credit card companies or financial institutions telling our authors what they can write and what readers can read.  Fiction is fantasy.  It's not real.  It's legal.


There's no easy solution.  Legally, PayPal and the credit card companies probably have the right to decide how their services are used. Unfortunately, since they're the moneyrunners, they control the oxygen that feeds digital commerce.

Many Smashwords authors have suggested we find a different payment processor.  That's not a good long term solution, because if credit card companies are behind this, they'll eventually force crackdowns elsewhere.  PayPal works well for us. In addition to running all credit card processing at the store, PayPal is how we pay all our authors outside the U.S.  My conversations with PayPal are ongoing and have been productive, yet I have no illusion that the road ahead will be simple, or that the outcome will be favorable.


Independent advocacy groups are considering taking on the PayPal censorship case.  I'm supporting the development of this loose-knit coalition of like-minded groups who believe that censorship of legal fiction should not be allowed. We will grow the coalition. Each group will have its own voice and tactics  I'm working with them because we share a common cause to protect books from censorship.  Earlier today I had conversations with the Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF), The American Booksellers Foundation for Free Expression (ABFFE) and the National Coalition Against Censorship (NCAC).  I briefed them on the Smashwords/PayPal
situation, explained the adverse affect this crackdown will have on some of our authors and customers, and shared my intention to continue working with PayPal in a positive manner to move the discussion forward.

The EFF blogged about the issue a few days ago:
Today, ABFFE and NCAC issued a press release:

I will not be on the streets with torch in hand calling for PayPal's head, but I will encourage interested parties to get involved and speak their piece.  This is where you come in...


Although erotica authors are being targeted, this is an issue that should concern all indie authors. It affects indies disproportionately because indies are the ones pushing the boundaries of fiction. Indies are the ones out there publishing without the (fading) protective patina of a "traditional publisher" to lend them legitimacy. We indies only have each other.

Several Smashwords authors have contacted me to stress that this censorship affects women disproportionately.  Women write a lot of the erotica, and they're also the primary consumers of erotica.  They're also the primary consumers of mainstream romance, which could also come under threat if PayPal and the credit card companies were to overly enforce their too-broad and too-nebulous obsenity clauses (I think this is unlikely, but at the same time, why would dubious consent be okay in mainstream romance but not okay in erotica? If your write paranormal, can your were-creatures not get it on with one another, or is that bestiality?  The insanity needs to stop here. These are not questions an author, publisher or distributor of legal fiction should have to answer.).

All writers and their readers should stand up and voice their opposition to financial services companies censoring books.  Authors should have the freedom to publish legal fiction, and readers should have the freedom to read what they want.

These corporations need to hear from you.  Pick up the phone and call them. Email them.  Start petitions.  Sign petitions.  Blog your opposition to censorship.  Encourage your readers to do the same.  Pass the word among your social networks.  Contact your favorite bloggers and encourage them to follow this story.  Contact your local newspaper and offer to let them interview you so they can hear a local author's perspective on this story of international significance. If you have connections to mainstream media, encourage them to pick up on the story.  Encourage them to call the credit card companies and pose this simple question, "PayPal says they're trying to enforce the policies of credit card companies.  Why are you censoring legal fiction?"

Below are links to the companies waiting to hear from you. Click the link and you'll find their phone numbers, executive names and postal mailing addresses.  Be polite, respectful and professional, and encourage your friends and followers to do the same.  Let them know you want them out of the business of censoring legal fiction.

Tell the credit card companies you want them to give PayPal permission to sell your ebooks without censorship or discrimination.  Let them know that PayPal's policies are out of step with the major online ebook retailers who already accept your books as they are.  Address your calls, emails (if you can find the email) and paper letters (yes paper!) to the executives.  Post open letters to them on your blog, then tweet and Facebook hyperlinks to your letters.  Force the credit card companies to join the discussion about censorship.  And yes, express your feelings and opinions to PayPal as well.  Don't scream at them.  Ask them to work on your behalf to protect you and your readers from censorship.  Tell them how their proposed censorship will harm you and your fellow writers.


American Express:



Ebay (owns PayPal):