Welcome to the Chocolate, Roses, and Handcuffs Giveaway Hop hosted by Holly at Full Moon Bites, Cari Silverwood, and Kallypso Masters!
Before we get to the kinky (a totally unedited sneak peek at Somebody's Angel, Rescue Me #5, coming out in 2013), I want to update you on some exciting things going on in Kally's world.
Don't miss your chance to interact with me in an on-internet radio call-in show Feb. 9. (See option 2 for how to enter to win a chance to participate.)
Virtual Signing for Personalized Books
In mid to late March, I'm going to be opening the Kally Swag store (also accessed via my Web site) where you will be able to order all kinds of cool things from apparel, aprons, key chains, evil sticks (as used by Sir Damian in Nobody's Perfect), signed copies of the paperback books in the Rescue Me series (without the personalization you will get at the semi-annual virtual signings, though), and who knows what else I'll come up with as new items are added monthly. Soon you can proudly proclaim yourself a Masters Brat at your book club, conventions, conferences, or anywhere you'd like! (The above image is an art proof of the stickers that will go on my swag bags and some of the items sold at the store--so the dotted lines will come out.)
Kally's Personal Appearances
Now, who wants a little kink? This is an UNEDITED excerpt from the beginning of Somebody's Angel. Those who have finished Nobody's Perfect (Rescue Me #4) are aware that the fifth book in the series will parallel the timeline for Perfect beginning at the New Year's weekend in Aspen then continues until beyond where Perfect ended.
The first book in the Rescue Me series, Masters at Arms, is free always and the second book, Nobody's Angel, may still be free at Amazon from a January promotion, so everyone be sure to grab those if you don't already have them or you need the updated versions. (Nov. 30 is the final update for the first three books in the series and Jan. 15 for Nobody's Perfect. Now that the books are in paperback--no more revisions!) Click here for info about the series and buy links to available booksellers.
Excerpt from Somebody's Angel
(Rescue Me #5--coming out in 2013)
Twenty minutes
later, they were upstairs in their suite. Angelina released a huge sigh.
Everyone in the lobby seemed to be watching her. She was uncertain which were
members of Marc's family and which were staff. Apparently, the family hadn't
been alerted as to their time of arrival. Odd, but it wasn't as if they had
shown up at his family's home unannounced. This resort was huge. They could
probably hide out for a week without being found.
Enough fantasizing.
She'd have to face them sooner or later. Dinner tonight, Marc had said.
"Enough."
Angelina looked up
at Marc, furrowing her eyebrows. "Enough what?"
"Enough
worrying. They are going to love you as much as I do, cara. This tug-of-war in your head has to end. Now."
"But…"
"The only butt
I want right now is yours over my knee. Strip."
Her heart thudded
and she let her coat puddle at her feet. "Yes, Sir."
She pulled the heavy
sweater over her head, hearing the static crackling her hair. He'd insisted she
go braless this morning—and he'd copped a few feels on the drive to Aspen. So,
in seconds, she was half naked. His gaze lowered to her breasts and her nipples
puckered.
Marc reached out to
touch one nipple and the static electricity discharged, causing her to inhale
sharply and pull away from the pain. He laughed. "We'll have to explore
the violet wand in the playroom or club sometime."
While not on her
list of hard limits, she'd never liked the idea of his using electricity on her
body. If that tiny spark to her nipple had hurt that much, imagine what it
would feel like with currents coursing through her entire body.
Angelina shuddered
and reached for her pleated skirt's waistband, until he stayed her hand.
"Leave the skirt. Lose the tights."
Her pussy muscles
tightened. Mio Dio. As she
anticipated his bare hand on her equally bare butt, her breathing became rapid
and shallow. She needed this so badly after stressing over this meeting since
Christmas. Well, after Christmas maybe. That day had been wonderful and they
returned home to enjoy a special treat in the upstairs playroom, complete with
candy canes. She'd never look at those giant candy sticks or their curved
smaller counterparts the same way again.
Reaching up under
the skirt, she snagged the waistband of her black tights with her thumbs and quickly
shimmied them down over her butt to her knees before she sat on the bed to
remove her shoes and take the tights the rest of the way off. She wore no
panties, another of Marc's commands this morning cluing her in that they would
be playing at some point today. But on cold days like this one, he allowed her
to wear tights if they'd be outside.
He'd always seemed
to know how uncomfortable and unsteady she was in fuck-me stiletto heels,
though, and only required them in certain playroom scenes at home that required
little or no walking. A very considerate Dom.
When she dropped the
tights onto the floor, his gaze roamed over her bare breasts and calves,
heating her.
"Stand and
present yourself."
Angelina stood, cast
her gaze to the floor in front of her, and planted her feet slightly more than
shoulder-width apart. Her hands grasped her elbows behind her back, causing her
breasts to jut out. Marc's warm hands cupped her breasts and he pinched her
nipples until she gasped.
"I love your
tits."
So I've noticed. "Thank you, Sir."
He lowered his mouth
to one, taking the nipple between his teeth and tugging until she nearly lost
her footing, even though she was barefoot.
He stood and sighed,
as if regretting he didn't have time to continue exploring her breasts, and then
he went to toy bag and unzipped it. When he pulled out one of his paddles, she
almost took an involuntary step back. The paddle? Why? She hadn't been bad.
Marc sat down on the
edge of the bed and laid the wooden paddle on the bedspread beside him. The turquoise-colored
bedspread enhanced the mirror image of the word "MINE." That word
soon would be imprinted in red on her butt. She hated the sting of that paddle.
Damn Luke for making it, even though he had given it to Angelina so that she
would be the one to present it to Marc, if she chose to. She could have
withheld it, but the sentiment seemed sweet at the time. She'd get her revenge
on dear, sweet Luke some day.
"Kneel."
He tossed a pillow from the bed in front of him, between his knees.
She was permitted to
use her hands to get into a new position, so she released her elbows and used
her hands on his knees to ease herself down onto the pillow. Once steady, her
hands returned to clasp her elbows at her lower back.
"Remove my
shoes." She untied and removed the Guccis he had pulled from the back of
the closet this morning. He didn't usually wear them at home. She set them
beside her discarded coat and sweater.
"You need to
take your mind off dinner tonight. Please me with your mouth."
Releasing her hands
again, she eased down the zipper of his black [EXPENSIVE ITALIAN BRAND] pants.
Reaching inside the opening, she pulled out his penis. She'd never grow tired
of the sight of him, large and stiff for her. He leaned back on his elbows and
she looked up at him.
Marc grinned.
"No hands."
Angelina scooted a
little closer, knowing she'd need to support her chest if she wanted to have
any control over the depth he could penetrate her mouth. As if licking a
melting ice-cream cone, she let the tip of her tongue trace the engorged vein
along the length of him, then returned to the head. His hiss and the bobbing of
his penis told her she'd pleased him. He had been a little tense about this
visit, too, so perhaps he needed this time as much as she did.
Releasing all
thoughts of meeting his family, Angelina leaned as far forward as she could and
wrapped her lips around the head of his penis, pulling him toward her then
taking him deeper. At this angle, it was difficult to take him into her throat,
so she concentrated on the head, flicking her tongue around the rim and the
notch on the underside. He bobbed again and she tasted his salty pre-cum. She
grew wet thinking about having him inside her. Soon, she hoped.
"Your mouth is
so hot, Amore.
Emboldened by his words,
she sucked the head harder and he hissed again, pumping his hips up until the
tip of his penis hit the roof of her mouth. She loved pleasing her Dom this way
and he loved it, too.
Suddenly, he placed
his hands on either side of her face and pulled her away. Puzzled, she looked
up at him.
"I don't want
to come in your mouth or on your face. We don't have a lot of time to clean up.
Stand, pet."
She maneuvered herself
to her feet and took a step back before resuming her presentation position, unsure
what he wanted her to do next.
Marc stood as well,
kicking the pillow away, and unbuckled his belt. He released the button.
"Remove my pants."
Unclasping her
hands, she reached out and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his pants and
lowered them. As usual, he went commando and his penis stood out, fierce and
erect, surrounded by tufts of dark curly hair. Impulsively, she placed a kiss
on the tip as she continued to pull down his pants.
"You did not
have permission to do that, pet."
Marc sat down so she
could pull the pant legs the rest of the way off. She fought the urge to
straddle him. They were being formal now and she needed to do as she was told.
She'd learned a lot about discipline living with him these last few months. She
needed to remember her training and not let her impulses get the better of her,
or she probably would pay for it. She glanced at the paddle again.
"Across my lap.
Now."
Angelina swallowed
hard and lay across his lap wutg his penis poking into her stomach and her body
evenly distributed on either side of his thighs. Her hair hung loose and
curtained her face—not that he could see her anyway. She felt herself grow wet,
anticipating the sting of his hand on her butt.
"Hands on the
floor."
Shit. She didn't like that position, because it left her with very little
control—so open and vulnerable. However, she did as he'd ordered and placed her
hands flat on the floor. His penis now pressed against her pubic bone and each
swat of his hand would send a jolt to him, as well.
He lifted her short
skirt and his warm hand caressed her butt. She squirmed when his fingers traced
the crack to the swollen folds of her pussy.
"So damned wet
for me, pet. Thank you."
"No, thank you, Sir, for making me wet."
His finger slid
inside her opening and she squeezed him in welcome. They hadn't made love this
morning and she wanted him inside her so badly. However, it wouldn't happen for
a while at least. Perhaps not for hours—even days. Sometimes he preferred to
leave her wanting and needing for long periods before he gave her the relief
she so desperately needed. He pulled out his finger and she hoped he'd touch
her clit now and give her some relief.
Smack!
Not expecting the
spanking to start so suddenly, her breath hitched in surprise.
Smack!
His hand came down
on her other butt cheek equally hard and she squeezed her cheeks together.
Several more swats rained down on her in quick succession and she held her
breath as the familiar warmth spread over her bottom.
"Open wider for
me, pet."
Oh, no. She hated when he struck directly on her pussy or clit. Knowing it
would only be worse if she didn't respond quickly, she angled her left leg
toward his knee, exposing herself to him fully.
Swat!
"Oh, mio Dio!" His hand struck directly
on her clit and she jerked, trying to avoid the next blow. Swat! No such luck. Tears ran down her nose. The release of tension
as he continued to spank her left her sobbing, then the familiar euphoria she'd
come to experience left her floating. Bliss.
Whack!
The paddle landed on
her left cheek and surprised her, stinging her sore skin and bringing her back
to the present with a vengeance. How long had she zoned out?
Whack!
The pain burning in
her butt caused her to clench her cheeks, which only made the fire burn even
hotter. New tears flowed.
Cool air blew over
her burning cheeks; Marc was finished with the spanking. His cool breath only
caused gooseflesh to break out, increasing her pain level. He knew it, too. She
jumped as the cold aloe he used after spanking her made contact with her sore
ass, but soon it helped take the sting away.
His hand stroked her
back in a soothing manner as he waited for the ointment to dry. She hiccupped.
"Shhh,
pet." Marc helped her off his lap and she went into his arms as he sat her
on his lap and enfolded her in his arms. Her butt stung, but she only wanted to
be held. He stroked her hair and she laid her head against his shoulder,
accepting his gentle ministrations.
"You're mine,
pet."
Mine.
Blog Hop Contests (3 Ways to Win Prizes!)
I am offering you three ways to win prizes during the Chocolate, Roses, and Handcuffs Giveaway Blog Hop. 1) One lucky winner will be chosen from entries in the Rafflecopter here at my blog to win a signed copy of one of the first three Rescue Me series paperbacks AND a 1/2 pound box of Kentucky Bourbon Balls* (the ultimate in chocolate--with a twist). Open to INT (international) entries!
*NOTE: An alternate prize will be substituted for the bourbon balls for those living in hot climates (can't ship them where they'll melt on the tarmac!) or for those who are allergic to pecans. (NO one can be allergic to bourbon, right?) Therefore, the winner will choose between the chocolates or a $20 Gift Card to an online bookseller that permits gift cards (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance eBooks, etc.). The paperback of the winner's choice will ship wherever the winner lives--only the winner will melt with that prize.
2) I'm participating in an internet Radio game show called the Authors Giving Back Valentine Bash on Feb. 9. I need to choose one person to participate in the event to vie for prizes during the game. So, if you like to play games and would like to be on the radio, please leave a comment below with your e-mail address telling me WHY you want to be chosen. Please note that being chosen doesn't win you any prizes. You'll have to participate in the radio show to do that. (I'll send you more info as soon as I know more myself.) I may may choose an alternate as a standby in case the person chosen first isn't available or doesn't call in at the appointed time during the 7-9 p.m. Eastern US time slot on Feb. 9.
Winners in the above two contests will be chosen early Feb. 8 and will be notified via e-mail shortly thereafter. (The Rafflecopter giveaway will prompt you for an e-mail, but you'll need to remember to leave one with your comment below for the e-book giveaway. Time is of the essence, because I need to get the name of the person to the game-show organizer, Ruth Cardello, as early as possible on the 8th.)
Winners in the above two contests will be chosen early Feb. 8 and will be notified via e-mail shortly thereafter. (The Rafflecopter giveaway will prompt you for an e-mail, but you'll need to remember to leave one with your comment below for the e-book giveaway. Time is of the essence, because I need to get the name of the person to the game-show organizer, Ruth Cardello, as early as possible on the 8th.)
3) And be sure to visit Full Moon Bites to find out how you can win more prizes from Kally AND many others in the Chocolate, Roses, and Handcuffs hop. She's giving away another box of chocolates AND a set of all three Rescue Me paperbacks (or a $50 Gift Card to an online bookseller). But there are many more great prizes being offered, too.
