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Sunday, December 22, 2013
Somebody's Angel is LIVE on Amazon and Barnes & Noble NOOK! $500 GC Giveaway Contest Continues!
Somebody's Angel
Barnes & Noble NOOK:
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-somebody039sangel-1375651-147.html
Here's the B&N and ARe cover:
For those wanting to PURCHASE from Apple iTunes, it might not be there until mid to late January at best. I can't predict when Apple will approve it for sale because they have a SLOWWWWW review process. If this is any indication, I uploaded the 99-cent version of Masters at Arms & Nobody's Angel--the new "combo" version that eventually will replace Nobody's Angel as a single $3.99 book--on the US Thanksgiving Day Nov. 28 and it's STILL in review. AND Apple iTunes is closed for uploading until Dec. 28, so I can't even get the process started until then!)
And I'll begin working on
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Marc & Angelina's Christmas Play (scene) from last year
I hope the holiday season is going well for everyone and
that you have given and received many blessings. May the New Year bring many more!
As I promised my friends on Facebook and at my recent book
signing in New York City, here's a bonus scene for you with Marc and Angelina that won't appear in any of the books in the Rescue Me series.
Those who are up to date with the series know that Marc and Angelina came together in Nobody's Angel (Rescue Me #2) and ended
with a Happy For Now after their first week together. Several months later, they're long-overdue for
Happily Ever After, but those who have read Nobody's
Perfect (Rescue Me #4) know Marc is going through a bit of a crisis. The
heart of the problem will be revealed in Somebody's
Angel (Rescue Me #5, due out in sometime in 2013), but the bonus vignette below takes place on Christmas Day of last year, before
the disastrous New Year's weekend in Aspen. They're both very much in love and
oh so compatible in the bedroom—and the playroom.
Of course, I can't continue their story in the next book on
such a blissfully happy scene. Still, I wanted to share it with you as my gift
for your ongoing patience. Writing this scene also has stoked the fire for me to start
working in earnest on Somebody's Angel
in the next week or so. (First I have to get Nobody's Perfect in paperback form, along with the first three
books in the series which went into paperback versions earlier this month. And in my next blog, I hope to share some photos and stories from my paperback launch reception during my mini
vacation with my daughter to New York City before Christmas. I'll post some buy links below for the paperbacks, which are only available online at CreateSpace and Amazon right now.)
But first, Marc and Angelina… (Please excuse typos and incorrect
word choices—but I need to hit the road this afternoon to get home to hubby and I have lots of packing
to do!).
This scene takes place after they have visited Damián's apartment with
a special delivery for Marisol, as depicted in Nobody's Perfect.
Angelina removed Marc's sexy elf hat and ran her fingers
through his hair as his Porsche tore down the highway toward Aspen Corners. She
hoped they wouldn't be too late, but knew Mama wouldn't start serving dinner
until they arrived. She just didn't tell Marc that. Let him think he might miss
out on some of Mama's fantastic cooking.
Her mind turned to what had made them late. "What do
you think that was all about with Savi?" Seeing Damián's friend freaking
out over the kitten two hours ago had her worried. She hoped they'd done the
right thing in bringing the rescued kitten to Marisol for Christmas this
morning. Damián said he liked the idea, anyway. His being allergic to little
Boots made her doubly worried.
Marc squeezed her hand. "She appeared to have some kind
of flashback, but Damián's had enough of them to know what to do. Don't worry, cara."
She nodded. It was ironic that Damián would find a lady with
PTSD issues, too. "She seems really nice, and Marisol is adorable. I can
see why Damián's so smitten with them both."
"I just hope Savi doesn't reinjure that rib. She scared
me this morning when she jumped up and ran."
Angelina leaned over the console and pressed a kiss against
Marc's cheek.
"What was that for?"
"For caring so much, even about a near stranger. You're
a good man, Marc D'Alessio."
Marc kept his gaze on the road ahead. "I think you're
biased, Amore."
"Maybe. I'm in love, too. But if you weren't so wonderful,
then I wouldn't be biased or in love."
His smile told her she hadn't freaked him out telling him
she loved him, not like it used to do anyway. The two rode on in companionable
silence. As they came through the last pass, she glanced at the road leading to
Cassie's cabin and wondered what the woman planned to do for Christmas. Maybe
she should have invited her to join the Giardano gathering, but Cassie would
almost certainly have declined, especially with all Angelina's brothers there
in full force. She was such a sweet girl. Too bad she kept herself closed off
from everyone the way she did. Everyone but Karla and, by association, now Angelina
to a slight degree.
Snow clouds hovered over the mountain peaks to the right.
She wondered how much accumulation there would be today and tonight, hoping it
wouldn't be enough to impede travel. She and Marc wanted to get back to Denver
tonight. He said he had a special Christmas scene planned for her up in their playroom.
She couldn't wait.
But wait she would, because Marc loved to make her squirm
with anticipation. She was getting better at not peppering him with a dozen
questions, because she knew he wouldn't tell her anything. Still, she couldn't
help but wonder.
"So, is my Christmas scene going to involve a certain
jolly old elf?"
He reached over and pinched her.
"Ow!"
"Who are you calling old?"
She rubbed her thigh. "I meant Santa Claus, you big
oaf."
He chuckled." After playing the elf today, I naturally
assumed you meant me."
"Well, of course I expect it to include you. Hmmm,
maybe a threesome."
Marc's face grew serious. "I don't share you with
anyone. Not anymore."
There had been a time when he'd practically thrown her at
Luke. She remembered the time with the three of them on her sofa, too, not that
Marc had done anymore more than restrain her with his body for Luke's pleasure.
Okay, her pleasure, too. But she knew Luke wasn't the right man for her. She
was destined to love Marc for the rest of her life.
"Now I wonder what an elf might use on a naughty little
sub?" She tapped her chin as she pretended to think about it, hoping he'd
divulge something, but he remained silent. "I've heard some elves can get
quite creative with candy canes."
"How did you…I mean, we'll see. You know I'm not going
to tell you."
Oh, but that was a tell! So, he planned to use a candy cane.
She read once that they made for an incredible sensation when inserted into a
pussy. Is that what he had in mind? She remembered the time he'd put minty
toothpaste on her clit. Would a minty candy stick burn as much? Would he use
one of those great bit ones?
Angelina flushed at the thought. Mio Dio, she wanted to get back home as soon as they could.
Moments later Marc pulled into her Mama's driveway, putting
all thoughts of their upcoming playtime on the back burner for a while. Her
youngest brother Tony came outside the house wearing a red and blue ski sweater.
He shook Marc's hand. The two tolerated each other, but until there was a ring
on her finger, Tony was going to ride Marc's ass to make an honest woman of her
and not expect him to be a forever kind of guy.
Tony gave Angelina a crushing hug. "Merry Christmas,
baby."
"Stop calling me baby."
He released her and tweaked her nose. "Not a
chance." Marc opened the trunk.
Tony let her go. "Need any help carrying things
inside?"
Soon the three of them were loaded down with presents as
well as the dishes Angelina had offered to bring for today's feast, including
some of her favorite anise-flavored Italian cookies. She hoped Marc would enjoy
them.
The next couple hours were filled with food and laughter
around the table. When her brothers went to the family room to gather around
the TV set to watch a bowl game, Marc surprised her by staying with her and
Mama to help clear the table.
"Don't you want to watch football?"
"I love football—just not the American version."
Ah, so her Italian stud had brought with him a love of
soccer from the old country. Angelina actually enjoyed watching the World Cup
much more than a bowl game. One more thing they were compatible in. She'd never
dreamed she'd meet someone so perfect for her. Especially not a Dom, after
she'd sworn off BDSM altogether with the disastrous introduction she's had with
Allen Martin.
Marc set the silverware in the sink and turned to her. "What
was that thought?"
Angelina looked over at Marc. She hadn't even realized he'd
been watching her. But he always seemed to be attentive and knew her every
thought sometimes. Or at least knew the emotion behind it based on what he read
on her expressive face.
"Nothing. Just thankful to have found you. That's
all."
"Ah, but I found you first."
"Yeah, well, I was trying to block that out of my
memory, so it took me a while to realize you had rescued me at the club. I
found you at Rico's, though. It
helped that I wasn't in subspace. I remember that more clearly."
He reached out to pinch her nipple and she turned quickly to
make sure Mama hadn't seen, but she was walking back toward the dining room to
gather more items. Angelina tried to brush his hand aside anyway, but he just
squeezed harder.
"Ow. What was that for?"
"To remind you that, even though you have no cognizant
memory of our first time together, your body retains the feeling memory of that
time."
Her clit zinged as she remembered how he'd reached inside
the subbie blanket and he'd brought her off with just a touch.
Marc smiled. "See? You do remember."
Her face grew flushed and he gave her nipple one more pinch
before letting her go. "Here, Mrs. Giardano, let me take those."
Angelina fanned herself as Marc went to retrieve whatever Mama held and carried
a stack of scraped plates to the sink.
Tonight couldn't come fast enough. And neither could she.
* * *
Marc checked to make sure the red satin sash was securely
fastened over Angelina's eyes before he opened the door to the playroom. He'd
let her take a look at the way he'd decorated the room later, but she'd peppered
him with so many questions on the way home, he thought it best she remain in
suspense a while longer. When would she learn that a little anticipation was
good for her—and him? He'd have her howling tonight—a number of times.
With an arm around her waist between her back and her cuffed
hands, he led her toward the spanking horse. They hadn't played on this
particular piece of equipment before. He'd continue to work with her on the St.
Andrew's cross and was confident he'd replaced all the bad memories of that
apparatus with much more pleasant ones.
But tonight, he wanted to see her ass red and her pussy
weeping for him in readiness. Dio,
he'd missed being able to touch her today. Judging by the way she'd stroked his
thigh and eventually his cock on the drive back, she was ready, too. Good thing
he'd pulled over to the emergency lane before he wrecked the Porsche. He'd ordered
her to give him a blow job before he'd been able to continue the rest of the three-hour
drive home. Merda, the woman's hands—and
mouth—did something to him that made it hard to concentrate. Watching her deep
throat him made him hard as a rock now.
But tonight was his gift to her—at first, anyway. When they
reached the horse, he halted her. He released the clamp on the padded leather cuffs
he'd restrained her with down in the bedroom.
"Use your hands to separate your tits for me." She
did so. He wanted to see one tit on each side of the bar, her nipples easily
accessible to him. Dio, he loved her big
tits.
"There are kneelers just in front of your feet. Stand
on them." The toe of her shoe bumped into the left one before she raised
her mule-encased foot onto the velvet pad. She soon had her other foot on its
pad. The shoes had a three-inch heel, which was about as much as he wanted to
see her in. She was none too steady in anything higher anyway.
"Good girl." He placed one hand on her abdomen and
the other between her shoulder blades and applied slight pressure to her back. "Now,
bend over."
Her hesitation barely noticeable, she leaned forward, trusting
him not to let her fall as he guided her into position on the center beam of
the spanking horse. The joint of her hips was right at the edge, just where he
wanted her. When he'd set up the equipment, he'd adjusted the arms of the horse
to where he thought her arms would be. Perfect fit. He knew her body so well
after the last few months. Not nearly as well as he wanted to learn it in the
months and years to come.
"You can release your tits and stretch out your arms as
if on a cross." She'd seen this piece of equipment before and stretched out
onto the padded arm rests in perfect position. "Good girl." He saw a
smile on her lips, then moved to the head of the apparatus and took her head
between his hands, guiding her forehead onto the padded cushion and making sure
her face was positioned properly inside the hole. He then strapped her waist to
the center bar.
"Nod if you can breathe comfortably."
She nodded. He'd instructed her that she was not to make a
sound unless given permission or to count the blows. Keeping her from being so vocal
was an area of discipline in which they still had a lot of work to do,
especially when she was ready to come. He loved hearing her express the
pleasure of her orgasm, but he also wanted to enjoy her more in public and
needed to work on quieting down her responses to being pleasured—a little, at
least. Tonight, though, he wanted to hear her scream his name as she came with
him buried deep inside her. Not yet, though.
After adjusting the kneepads to make her comfortable—for now—he
went to his toy bag and pulled out what he'd be using tonight. He loved sensation
play with Angelina. She was so fucking responsive.
* * *
Angelina waited. She'd never been on the spanking horse
before. The name alone made her wet. She loved being spanked—and Marc was built
like a horse. She hoped he'd fill her pussy with every inch tonight. With all
the Christmas preparations, they hadn't really had time for play or even
vanilla sex for the last five days. She was primed and ready.
Something soft and fuzzy brushed up her thighs and over the
cheeks of her butt. She pictured the heart-shaped paddle he'd used on her
several months ago in the great room at the club when he'd begun her training
as a sub. But she was his sub now.
Forever.
"You know the drill, pet. You're permitted to speak as
you've been trained to do."
Whoomph!
The soft paddle came down on her left cheek. "One, Sir.
Please may I have another?" Only harder
this time. With something other than that wimpy paddle? But she'd behave
for now, unless he continued to go easy on her, in which case she'd release the
brat inside.
After several more love taps with the fuzzy paddle, Marc's
fingers spread open her shaved lips, exposing her wet pussy and clit to the much
cooler air.
Whoomph!
"Holy…" She hoped she'd caught herself in time,
but the paddle had come down hard on her swollen clit, surprising her. "I
mean, four, Sir. M-may I have another?"
"Of course, pet."
This time, she braced herself for the paddle to her clit
again. Instead, she felt Marc's tongue stroking her clit hood and coaxing the
little nubbin to engorge even more. Oh,
yes. Keep doing that.
Whoomph!
Holy Mother of God! The
pain radiated from her pussy to her thighs as the pain of the direct impact
onto her exposed clit. What number were they on?
"Five, Sir. Please may I have another?"
No more blows were delivered. Marc rammed what felt like to
fingers into her pussy hole and she tried to move toward him, but the belt
around her waist and the arm restraints made that impossible. She moaned.
"Silence."
Oh, yeah. He didn't want to her hear expressing her pleasure
this time. She needed to rein in her responses.
He removed his fingers and he nearly groaned with regret
before catching herself. The sound of crinkling cellophane filled her ears. Ah,
the candy cane. When he pressed the tip against her pussy, she immediately
realized this was no tiny cane, but one of those inch-thick sticks it took
forever to finish as a kid. He continued to press the stick inside her and she
didn't feel anything at first. What a disappointment.
She heard more cellophane and Marc came up near her face.
"Turn toward me." She did, and he pushed the sash onto her forehead.
He was licking the straight end of a smaller candy cane and smiling. He wore
his green elf hat from earlier, but looked anything but innocent. There was a
wicked gleam in his eye.
"How does your pussy feel?"
She wasn't sure how much of the stick was inside her, but
the image of the other end sticking out of her hole made her clench her vaginal
muscles. "Full." Suddenly, the ring of muscles around her opening
began to grow increasingly warm. "Hot now."
He grinned and stuck the candy cane into his mouth right up
to the curve of the stick, coating it with his saliva. He took it out. "Face
down." Just before she averted her eyes, she saw him practically deep-
throat the cane again.
His hand spread her clenched butt cheeks, which she'd
contracted to keep the now-burning stick from falling out, not that it seemed
to be going anywhere.
"Relax your sphincter."
"Wait!"
"Silence, pet, or you'll be punished for your lack of
discipline."
The tip of the wet candy cane pressed against her asshole
and she fought to relax, but the thought of the burning to come made that
nearly impossible.
Smack!
The stinging in her butt cheek told her Marc's patience
wasn't going to put up with any disobedience, so she relaxed as he'd instructed
and felt the smaller peppermint coated candy stick insert into her anus. While
not nearly as big as the butt plugs he'd trained her with, the heat of the
peppermint oil, already wet from Marc's mouth, soon heated up her smaller hole.
Don't scream. Remain
quiet for him. Please your Dom.
The litany went on and on. Marc stroked her but cheeks down
to her thighs and up again. He pulled the larger cane out, then rammed it inside
her very wet pussy again where it bumped against the smaller cane, causing pain
to bloom in her ass. She clenched her sphincter tightly around the sugary
torture device that had her burning for Marc's penis. But she knew she wouldn't
receive that Christmas reward for a while, not after she'd gotten him off just
a couple hours ago on the ride home. He was satiated for now. She'd learned the
man's endurance was beyond anything imaginable during that first week they'd
been together.
Marc pinched her left nipple, causing her to jerk as much as
she could, then he clamped it with one of the alligator clips he was fond of
using lately. The teeth bit into her flesh, but with the flow of blood cut off,
it soon grew numb as he walked around the horse to do the same with the other
nipple. She knew the real pain would come later, when he removed the damned
things.
He stepped away again and she missed the heat of his body. "Now,
where were we?"
Slap!
Ow! The sting of a leather tawse came down on her right
upper thigh. Where indeed? "Um, six, Sir." She hoped. "May I
have another?"
"Very good, pet. Your levels of concentration are
improving."
His words warmed her heart, but not quite as warm as her ass
and pussy holes and the residual stinging where he'd smacked her.
Slap!
"Seven, Sir. Please may I have another?"
He continued with a steadily increasing intensity of blows landing
on her butt cheeks as she counted. Fifteen. Twenty. Twenty-five. She pictured
the candy canes bobbing up and down as she flinched and tried to squirm away
from the stinging leather. Her cheeks soon were hotter than her candy-filled holes,
but the feeling of pain receded. She tried not to moan, but she wanted to come
so badly.
Without warning, the larger of the canes was removed.
"Turn your head and look at me."
She did so and looked up at him with love and hoped she'd pleased
him. Without smiling he pressed the candy cane against her lips and pressed it
inside. The taste of her own juices mixed with the peppermint was very sensual
and she closed her eyes as he pressed it further into her mouth.
"I said look at me."
She complied immediately and he began fucking her face with
the stick as she looked up at him. Deeper and deeper the stick went toward the
back of her throat. Mio Dio, she
couldn't deep throat a candy stick. It would tear up her throat making it hard
for her to take him there for days to come. But she wasn't going to tell him to
stop. During playtime, her body was his to use as he wished. He'd never abused—or
disappointed—her yet.
Marc removed the stick before pressing any further. He
smiled. "Good girl."
Relief flooded her. She'd pleased him.
He reached up to unsnap the crotch of his leathers and his
cock sprang out. Without having to tell her, she opened her mouth and he soon
filled her, going deeper than where he's stopped with the cane on his very
first stroke. His hands held her head in place, as if she was going anywhere,
and he pushed himself down her throat. She'd long ago lost the gag reflex,
loving to give him head every chance he'd let her, and heard him moan as his
cock slid into her tight throat. She wished her hands weren't restrained so she
could play with the curly hairs on his balls, but would have to content herself
with this for now. He pinched her nostrils closed and soon she tightened around
his cock even more as she tried to gasp for breath. Pressure built in her
chest, but he released her and withdrew. She was disappointed that she hadn't gotten
him to come for her.
He walked back down to the juncture of her legs. The coarse
hair of his legs stung as they brushed against her tawse-reddened thighs, but
she soon forgot the pain as he rammed his cock into her. The smaller cane moved
back and forth as he pumped into her, causing her sphincter to go into spasms.
She wouldn't last much longer.
Marc's finger flicked the hood of her clit and she clenched
her teeth. You do not have permission to
scream.
Sweat broke out on her forehead, soaking her satin sash, as
she fought for self-control. Marc removed the candy cane from her butt hole and
reached up to stroke the sides of her breasts.
"Come for me, pet. Loudly."
He removed both of the tit clamps simultaneously. The pain
rushed into her nipples as blood flow was restored.
"Holy shit, that hurts! Oh, Gesu,
yes! It hurts so good!"
His finger rubbed her tender nipples as he continued to
pumped his rod inside her. The explosion bubbled up. "So close. Come with
me, Sir!"
And he did.
Kally here again. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah! Whew. I love writing sexy scenes for those two! But before I do that, in case you haven't heard, my first three e-books are now out in two paperback volumes, with Masters at Arms and Nobody's Angel in a combined first volume, followed by Nobody's Hero. These books are HUGE, as you may have noticed while reading them on your e-reader.
Masters at Arms & Nobody's Angel
Rescue Me Series Paperback Vol. I
Nobody's Hero
Rescue Me Series Paperback Vol. II
Nobody's Perfect coming in a couple weeks in paperback!
For buy links to the first four books in e-books,
go to Books by Kallypso Masters.
Thanks for your ongoing support of my writing efforts!
Happy New Year to all!
Friday, September 14, 2012
Release Weekend Party Kickoff!!! Giveaway #1
Thanks for joining me in the kickoff to my Release Weekend Party for Nobody's Perfect (Rescue Me #4). Yesterday morning, I made an announcement on my Facebook Author Page and on my Amazon Author Central Page's discussion on Nobody's Perfect to say that the book won't be cleaned up for you until this weekend, most likely Sunday. I could apologize again, but I'd be more embarrassed if I'd released the book before I thought it was the best book I'd ever written. Now I'm satisfied to say that I have achieved my goal.
This book certainly was aptly named, though! I have struggled with the ending for four months, which was why I wouldn't publish it on the originally expected June date. Yesterday morning, I finally got the ending the way I wanted it.
It took me a long time to break down that last emotional hurdle--the last trigger, the one I didn't want to face. A wonderful sub, Ekatarina "Saya" Sayanova, whom I first met when she e-mailed me in June wondering when the heck the book was coming out, helped give me the courage to face the scene and #finishthefuckingbook (my original and favorite hashtag on Twitter, although I can't understand why other writers haven't picked up on it yet).
Anyway, writing this last scene (chapters 24 and 25) yesterday morning provided the catharsis both Savi and I needed. RELEASE! But with that monumental event happening the day before the expected release date (and edits still happening), I announced that the book would come out this weekend instead.
So, today we're going to kick off a 3-day Release Watch Party. I know everyone blocked reading time today, so you'll also find out about some of my friends' new releases (some today, I believe), and chances to win more books and goodies. Visiting today (in alpha order, not necessarily posting order) will be Chris Almeida & Cecilia Aubrey, Shayla Black, Lexi Blake, Eliza Gayle, Joey W. Hill, Alannah Lynne, Teresa Reasor, and Bianca Sommerland!
Prizes will be drawn be after 12 midnight CDT Saturday (which gives you all day Sept. 14 & 15 to enter). See below for more details about today's party.
And while you all are partying here, I'll be going back and forth all day with my editorial team and beta readers, so that I can send it to the formatter.
We are going to have this book all cleaned up and in your hands no later than end of day Sunday, Sept. 16.
Thanks for your continued support and patience on this incredible journey for me! On Facebook, I've described this last month as the 9th month of pregnancy. (My DIL is due Oct. 1 with my first grandchild--a boy--so that's also foremost in my consciousness right now.) Labor began about a week ago, I believe the place where I posted STFU as a comment to someone who posted a tick-tock message on my Facebook wall as the transition stage. Yesterday, was the pushing stage and the baby will be born today--but it's a big baby! (Right now, about 160,000 words with NO subplots. As announced in my Aug. 31 newsletter, I removed Marc and Angelina's subplot because it was a distraction to Damian and Savi's story. But I plan to complete their story in a separate book--now book 5 in the series, but am reluctant to make any promises on when you will get it.)
So, while we clean up this baby, you all enjoy yourselves today, discover some new authors and/or new books, and just hang on a little longer. No more delays.
And thanks for your ongoing support and patience. I hope to God I never have to birth to another baby like this one, but I was determined when I started this series over a year ago that I would write a book about the realities of become a sexual being again after the traumas of child sexual abuse. This book will be an intensely emotional read for survivors of abuse, rape, incest, as well as those suffering from PTSD from combat and other traumatic events. Too many times in the Romances I've read, the heroine's emotional scars just disappear with the love of a good hero. If I'm going to bring you more realistic BDSM, I also want to show the reality of being a survivor of any kind of sexual abuse. It doesn't go away--ever.
But the overall message I hope readers will take away from this book is one of hope and healing. None of us is broken--trust me, don't EVER let Sir Damian hear you say that--and none is too wounded that she or he can't find love. The hardest step is building trust and then lowering the defenses enough to let that worthy person inside your heart. {{hugs}}
My thanks to my assistant, Leagh, for pulling off this party. She truly did ALL the work of getting postings from the authors and will be on here much more today than I will. Please be sure and let her know how much you appreciate her! I know I wouldn't have been able to do a release party for another month if it were solely up to me!
There will be new blog posts all day long. So without further ado, here are the details.
Each hour today (beginning with this post), there will be a new author visiting my blog bringing prizes, guest posts, and fun book information. There are lots of chances to win. All giveaways will be open until 12 midnight CDT tomorrow (Saturday) so you have plenty of time to enter. All winners will be chosen and contacted by e-mail next week.
For your first chance to win, fill out the Rafflecopter below. (You will need to fill out a new form at EACH of the posts today for all chances to win.)
(While I *love* to read comments and welcome them--THE WINNER WILL ONLY BE CHOSEN FROM ENTRIES TO THE FORM!)
So to kick things off today I have a special gift package for one of my readers. I am offering one randomly drawn winner a copy of any Rescue Me book (including this one or a future one), swag (pen, trading cards, bookmarks, and an autographed hand fan), and a $10 Gift Certificate for a bookseller of your choice (chosen from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and All Romance eBooks).
To enter, please fill out the Rafflecopter below. THIS drawing is open internationally. (Please watch for details in each specific drawing, especially those involving prizes other than e-books, to see if international entries are included.)
This book certainly was aptly named, though! I have struggled with the ending for four months, which was why I wouldn't publish it on the originally expected June date. Yesterday morning, I finally got the ending the way I wanted it.
It took me a long time to break down that last emotional hurdle--the last trigger, the one I didn't want to face. A wonderful sub, Ekatarina "Saya" Sayanova, whom I first met when she e-mailed me in June wondering when the heck the book was coming out, helped give me the courage to face the scene and #finishthefuckingbook (my original and favorite hashtag on Twitter, although I can't understand why other writers haven't picked up on it yet).
Anyway, writing this last scene (chapters 24 and 25) yesterday morning provided the catharsis both Savi and I needed. RELEASE! But with that monumental event happening the day before the expected release date (and edits still happening), I announced that the book would come out this weekend instead.
So, today we're going to kick off a 3-day Release Watch Party. I know everyone blocked reading time today, so you'll also find out about some of my friends' new releases (some today, I believe), and chances to win more books and goodies. Visiting today (in alpha order, not necessarily posting order) will be Chris Almeida & Cecilia Aubrey, Shayla Black, Lexi Blake, Eliza Gayle, Joey W. Hill, Alannah Lynne, Teresa Reasor, and Bianca Sommerland!
Prizes will be drawn be after 12 midnight CDT Saturday (which gives you all day Sept. 14 & 15 to enter). See below for more details about today's party.
And while you all are partying here, I'll be going back and forth all day with my editorial team and beta readers, so that I can send it to the formatter.
We are going to have this book all cleaned up and in your hands no later than end of day Sunday, Sept. 16.
Thanks for your continued support and patience on this incredible journey for me! On Facebook, I've described this last month as the 9th month of pregnancy. (My DIL is due Oct. 1 with my first grandchild--a boy--so that's also foremost in my consciousness right now.) Labor began about a week ago, I believe the place where I posted STFU as a comment to someone who posted a tick-tock message on my Facebook wall as the transition stage. Yesterday, was the pushing stage and the baby will be born today--but it's a big baby! (Right now, about 160,000 words with NO subplots. As announced in my Aug. 31 newsletter, I removed Marc and Angelina's subplot because it was a distraction to Damian and Savi's story. But I plan to complete their story in a separate book--now book 5 in the series, but am reluctant to make any promises on when you will get it.)
So, while we clean up this baby, you all enjoy yourselves today, discover some new authors and/or new books, and just hang on a little longer. No more delays.
And thanks for your ongoing support and patience. I hope to God I never have to birth to another baby like this one, but I was determined when I started this series over a year ago that I would write a book about the realities of become a sexual being again after the traumas of child sexual abuse. This book will be an intensely emotional read for survivors of abuse, rape, incest, as well as those suffering from PTSD from combat and other traumatic events. Too many times in the Romances I've read, the heroine's emotional scars just disappear with the love of a good hero. If I'm going to bring you more realistic BDSM, I also want to show the reality of being a survivor of any kind of sexual abuse. It doesn't go away--ever.
But the overall message I hope readers will take away from this book is one of hope and healing. None of us is broken--trust me, don't EVER let Sir Damian hear you say that--and none is too wounded that she or he can't find love. The hardest step is building trust and then lowering the defenses enough to let that worthy person inside your heart. {{hugs}}
My thanks to my assistant, Leagh, for pulling off this party. She truly did ALL the work of getting postings from the authors and will be on here much more today than I will. Please be sure and let her know how much you appreciate her! I know I wouldn't have been able to do a release party for another month if it were solely up to me!
There will be new blog posts all day long. So without further ado, here are the details.
Each hour today (beginning with this post), there will be a new author visiting my blog bringing prizes, guest posts, and fun book information. There are lots of chances to win. All giveaways will be open until 12 midnight CDT tomorrow (Saturday) so you have plenty of time to enter. All winners will be chosen and contacted by e-mail next week.
GIVEAWAY!
For your first chance to win, fill out the Rafflecopter below. (You will need to fill out a new form at EACH of the posts today for all chances to win.)
(While I *love* to read comments and welcome them--THE WINNER WILL ONLY BE CHOSEN FROM ENTRIES TO THE FORM!)
So to kick things off today I have a special gift package for one of my readers. I am offering one randomly drawn winner a copy of any Rescue Me book (including this one or a future one), swag (pen, trading cards, bookmarks, and an autographed hand fan), and a $10 Gift Certificate for a bookseller of your choice (chosen from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and All Romance eBooks).
To enter, please fill out the Rafflecopter below. THIS drawing is open internationally. (Please watch for details in each specific drawing, especially those involving prizes other than e-books, to see if international entries are included.)
Thank you to everyone who is celebrating with me!
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
TRR Erotic Romance Madness Hop
Welcome, The Romance Reviews blog hoppers, to my little corner of Erotic Romance Madness! I've been asked to tell you about a book I would recommend to someone who is just getting interested in reading erotic romances--and with all the recent media attention to one formerly categorized erotica series, there are a lot of you.
That was such a fun scene to write--and a there was much more in that very long scene. I don't believe in wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am sex in real life or in my novels!
Now, for a chance to win this book (or another in my Rescue Me series--published or yet-to-be-published), as well as some of my swag (Romance Trading Cards, bookmark, and a purple pen), please:
Then be sure to click on the button below to be taken to the next blog to visit or the hop. If you haven't registered and/or logged in, please click on the button as well to be taken to the page to do that. (The TRR blog-hop linky will remember where you've been and randomly choose another blog, so no need to keep track!) There will be some great prizes given away during the blog hop for anyone who comments at any of the
I write Erotic Romances with BDSM themes and in my Rescue Me series, the stories tend to get a little further along the BDSM spectrum as I go, so for newcomers to the genre, I'd say it might be best to start at the very beginning. To make it even easier for you to do that, I'm giving you a coupon code for a FREE DOWNLOAD of Masters at Arms, the introduction to the series. Use coupon code ME46R at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/80282--and enjoy!
This book tells about how three men from very different origins come together in a firefight in Iraq and later band together to form a family of sorts. Oh, and they decide to start a BDSM/kink club. The three have varying origins in BDSM, as well.
But this blog hop is supposed to be about erotic romance, and those prequels, while crucial to understanding these three men (and two of them also meet their ladies in that book, as well), I would say the book that would help someone who has never read a BDSM romance would be Nobody's Angel. This is the first actual romance in the series, and tells of Marc D'Alessio (whom you'll meet in Masters at Arms) and his lady love, Angelina Giardano. There are complications with a friend of Marc's, Luke Denton, who thinks Angelina's an "angel" sent to him by his dead wife to help him get back into the game and find happiness again.
Marc's favorite kinks are bondage, floggings, and spankings. But he also enjoys sensation play and pervertibles (household items intended for other uses that can be perverted to be used in sexual/sensual ways).
Here's part of a sensation-play session with Angelina and Marc from Nobody's Angel:
This book tells about how three men from very different origins come together in a firefight in Iraq and later band together to form a family of sorts. Oh, and they decide to start a BDSM/kink club. The three have varying origins in BDSM, as well.
But this blog hop is supposed to be about erotic romance, and those prequels, while crucial to understanding these three men (and two of them also meet their ladies in that book, as well), I would say the book that would help someone who has never read a BDSM romance would be Nobody's Angel. This is the first actual romance in the series, and tells of Marc D'Alessio (whom you'll meet in Masters at Arms) and his lady love, Angelina Giardano. There are complications with a friend of Marc's, Luke Denton, who thinks Angelina's an "angel" sent to him by his dead wife to help him get back into the game and find happiness again.
Marc's favorite kinks are bondage, floggings, and spankings. But he also enjoys sensation play and pervertibles (household items intended for other uses that can be perverted to be used in sexual/sensual ways).
Here's part of a sensation-play session with Angelina and Marc from Nobody's Angel:
Dear God, she'd become a wanton woman.
No, a wanting woman. And what she wanted more than anything
in the world, even chocolate, was Marc's touch. Where had he gone anyway? What
was he doing? Then she felt him climb back onto the bed and his weight pressed
into the mattress near her right leg. She relaxed her contracted muscles and
smiled. A short-lived reprieve because, rather than feel his hands or mouth on
her body, what felt like cold sharp steel traced lightly over the skin from her
left sole, causing her to squirm at the ticklish, yet prickly, feeling. She
heard a slight squeak, as if it were a wheel of some type, tracing a path from
her ankle to the inside of her knee. Sharp, but not breaking the skin, although
it probably could cut her if he exerted enough pressure.
She sucked in a gasp of air and held still, holding her
breath, not wanting to be cut by whatever he was using. The pinpricks rolled up
the insides of her knees, her thighs. Oh, God, not her pussy! She tried to
close her legs against the invasion, but couldn't move them.
Exposed. Vulnerable. Restrained.
She knew she couldn't stand the bite of that thing against
her clit. Could she? Then the wheel rolled along the uppermost ridge of her
hipbone and onto her abdomen. Her legs reflexively fought the restraints, but
she was unable to defend against his ticklish onslaught. She gripped the headboard
tighter, trying not to break into screams—or giggles. He rolled the damned
thing lower, toward her mons, and she nearly came undone.
Mind over matter. In her mind, she prepared the batter for
an Italian cream cake. After adding the first few ingredients, she was able to
control her response to the ticklish stimuli.
"Very good, cara."
Warmth spread over her, then the wheel marked new territory
again as it traveled upward. The ticklish sensation gave way to a more biting
pressure as the wheel rolled around the edge of her right breast where it met
her chest wall. Every hair on her body stood on end.
A finger from his other hand brushed the inside of her knee
and moved upward, bypassing her pussy, as well. She moaned in frustration. His
fingertip skimmed lightly over her hip, across her abdomen, unerringly along
the same path the steel object had traced seconds ago, as if following a
pattern across her skin. Was the instrument marking a path on her skin in some
way?
The pinpricks skittered across the underside of her left
breast, then traveled over the space between her girls and onto the top of her
right one, circling around the base of the breast and back to the other one. He
was making repeated figure eights. Her nipples tightened, aching and waiting.
Please! Touch me
there!
Then his fingertip traced the same figure eight around her
breasts before replaced by the metal instrument again. This time, it came
oh-so-close to pricking the skin of one areola. Thankfully, the area wasn't as
sensitive as other parts of her breast. Then the pricking spiraled closer and
closer to one sensitive peak and she felt the bud rise up to meet the steel
instrument, without even being touched directly. What was that about?
The steel was replaced by his warm mouth as Marc flicked his
tongue over first one nipple, then the other. He blew air onto her nipple and
it stiffened as the cool air kissed her wet bud. Angelina felt his soft lips
almost reverently pull her nipple into his hot mouth again, just before
pinpricks of steel rolled over her other nipple, harder.
Angelina's lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, but she was
afraid to breathe for fear of being cut. How could he do two things at once?
The difference in the sensations between his soft, warm mouth on one nipple and
the sharp, cold steel on the other caused her clit to spasm. Her hips strained
upward, even though she cringed mentally at the thought of his using that sharp
instrument on her clit. She wouldn't be able to stand pain like that.
Would she?
Angelina knew she had her safeword. Of course, she could let
go of the bed at any time and remove the object before it reached her clit. She
hadn't agreed to cutting and no way could that touch her clit without cutting.
But he hadn't broken her skin. Yet. She would wait and see what happened next
before bailing out.
A niggling doubt plagued her. If she used her safeword,
would he honor it? Should she test him? No. He said he'd end the scene
immediately and, at the moment, the delicious sensations rampaging through her
body made it clear she had no desire to end this anytime soon.
She was pulled out of her thoughts when the sharp instrument
rolled over her nipple again. Surprised, she gasped, and her chest arched
upward suddenly—toward the pain, rather than away—causing the sharp object to
press deeply into her sensitive peak.
"Ow!" She cried out against the unexpected pain,
then the torture device was gone, replaced with Marc's gentle hand on her
breast and his warm tongue laving and flicking at her aching nipple until the pain
receded.
Pain.
Pleasure.
She moaned and his mouth left her.
"I'm sorry, gattina.
That was not intentional."
She whimpered; her self-control gone. How did he turn pain
into pleasure so quickly? His words registered that the pain had been
accidental. He'd even apologized for the relatively tiny hurt. Allen had
inflicted so much more pain and told her it had just been a misunderstanding on
her part.
"Stay with me, pet."
His mouth sucked her tender nipple, but her pussy clenched
in response, aching to be filled. She couldn't speak her wishes, but moaned as
she tilted her pelvis upward, hoping he would take the hint. He released her
nipple and cold air caused her well-loved peak to swell even further.
For a moment, he didn't touch her anywhere. She waited. What
next? Her body missed the sensations of his hand, mouth, and even that painful
metal device.
At last, he was touching her pussy, spreading her folds
open, and exposing her erect clit to the cool air. Yes, touch me there! His finger stroked directly against the
sensitive nubbin, spreading something cold on her. He took his hand away. That
was all? Why didn't he stroke her more? Help her to come? She knew she could
reach an orgasm now and wanted more, damn it.
Suddenly, a strange warmth spread through her clit. It grew
warmer and warmer, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. What had he just
put on her clit? The sensation made her want to beg him to touch her again. Oh,
God! She was on fire!
Then cold! What felt like wet ice brushed over her mouth, sending
a trickle of water down her cheek and around her ear. Yes, definitely ice. And
she smelled mint, which didn't make sense. Marc pressed the melting cube over
her chin, gliding it slowly down her throat leaving a trail of cold as the
runoff trailed to the back of her neck. He moved the cube at a glacier's pace.
Would he ever reach his destination, wherever that was? Then the ice came to
rest at the base of her neck, above her collarbone, where he left it to lie and
melt, trickling cold water around her neck and to her back.
Her clit was on fire. Her upper body was freezing. The mixed
signals short-circuited her brain. She shivered, but whether from the cold or
her burning clit, she didn't know.
His warm lips brushed over her cold ones causing hers to tingle
and warm quickly, then he trailed kisses over her chin, down her throat,
stopping to press a kiss against her pulse, and continuing on until he came to
the pool of melted ice at the base of her throat. His tongue lapped at the
water in the hollow and then the ice was gone.
His lips, colder now as they moved down her body, avoiding
her breasts, which confused her. As he reached her abdomen, his legs straddled
her again. She could tell he hadn't removed his pants yet. Then all thought
fled as his unusually cold lips brushed over her mons, closer and closer to her
fiery clit.
No! Just as the thought occurred to her that fire and ice
don't mix, his frigid tongue licked the hood above her clit.
Her hips bucked up on the mattress, then she tried to get
away from his mouth, but movement was impossible. "Ohhh! Ohh, God, no!!!"
No escape. The disparate temperatures, the sensations, the restraint were all
too much, nearly sending her mind over the edge.
She realized she'd spoken, well, screamed was more accuate.
But he hadn't reprimanded her. She wouldn't have been able to restrain herself
if she'd tried, though. Maybe he made allowances for cries of passion.
Avoiding the most sensitive part of her clit, his tongue
slid down to her pussy and he pressed it inside her warm vagina, leaving his
tongue there without moving. As the coldness of his tongue disappeared, he
moved his tongue, flicking on a path back toward her clit. This time, when he
laved the area around the hood, his tongue was warmer, but still cooler than
her clit because of whatever he had put on her to make it burn.
Unable to remain still, she pressed her pussy toward his
tongue. More. Oh, God, she needed more. He gently nipped her clit. "Ahhh!"
The pit of her stomach tensed as the sensation coursed through her, sending
ever closer to the elusive edge again. How much more could she take before he
brought her the release she needed?
Please, Marc! I need
you!
When she thought she could almost come without further
stimulation, his mouth was gone and his weight shifted. She groaned as if in
pain, then tensed, waiting to see what Marc would do next. She didn't have to
wait long. His finger rubbed something cold onto her clit again. Seconds later,
it began to warm. Only this time, he removed his finger, then returned to
spread even more of the first-cold-then-hot substance between the outer lips
and moving toward the opening of her pussy. Oh, no! Surely he wouldn't put that
on her va…
The smell of mint reached her sensitive nose. What on earth
was he using? She remembered he'd gone into the front part of the house, but
there wasn't anything with mint there. The bathroom. Toothpaste? Who would
think of putting toothpaste there?!?
Marc, apparently.
Slowly, heat spread like wildfire from her clit to her
vagina. No longer capable of coherent thought, her head thrashed against the
pillow. She was out of her mind with want. Why didn't he at least put his
finger inside her? But she knew she wanted more than a finger. She wanted him.
Inside her. Now!
"Please don't make me wait any longer, Marc! I want you
inside me."
Angelina froze. Oh, God. Had she spoken aloud? What would he
do now? Tears of frustration filled her eyes. She wished she could see him.
Judge his reaction.
Marc left the bed. "Pet, not only did you disobey by speaking,
but you also neglected to respect me by calling me Sir. I will give you two
choices for your punishment."
Her heart pounded against her chest as she waited for him to
tell her what those choices were. What could he possibly do to her that wouldn't
involve pain? But he'd promised not to hurt her. If she obeyed him. She hadn't. As she waited, her mind tried to
imagine other punishments. Did Doms use timeouts like she'd had in
kindergarten? Spankings, certainly.
Whatever he had put on her clit, continued to burn, making
her want Marc's touch more than she'd ever wanted anything. Her hips bucked
upward as if with a will of their own. How much longer would he make her wait?
"Your first choice is for me to stop now, untie your
legs, and let you go to sleep while I go back to sleep on the sofa."
More tears sprang to her eyes. How could he leave her
wanting like this? Didn't good Doms always make sure their subs' needs were
met? Well, she needed to come, damn it!
"Your second choice will give you the mind-blowing
orgasm you crave—"
Yes, that one!
"—but you must submit to an over-the-knee spanking.
Bare ass. Five swats."
Oh, God! No way!
That was such a fun scene to write--and a there was much more in that very long scene. I don't believe in wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am sex in real life or in my novels!
Now, for a chance to win this book (or another in my Rescue Me series--published or yet-to-be-published), as well as some of my swag (Romance Trading Cards, bookmark, and a purple pen), please:
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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, October 16, 2011
Six Sunday: Master Marc Tells About Going OFP
This is an excerpt from my recent release, Nobody's Angel, where Master Adam has finally gotten Master Marc where he wants him and is trying to get some answers from the emotionally blocked Master Marc.
We're in Marc's point-of-view, but Adam is speaking first.
"Doesn't sound as harsh as the punishment I'd have
given her for that stunt at Gino's funeral, but I find most subs aren't
traumatized by a good paddling or a little orgasm torture—once it's over
anyway."
Marc remembered a demonstration in the club's medical room
where Adam and Grant had shown the technique to a younger Dom who wanted to try
orgasm torture on his sub. Grant, who had served with Marc's Marine recon unit,
wouldn't bottom for anyone but her former top sergeant, Adam. But if she hadn't
been restrained so securely on that table, Adam could have kissed goodbye the
ability to ever obtain an erection again, because she'd have delivered a well-placed
kick to his cock and balls—somewhere after about the fifth orgasm in ten or
fifteen minutes.
Each week, the new listing of Six
Sentence Sunday (SSS) blogs goes live at about 9 a.m. EDT Sunday. This
is a great way to find new authors to follow or read! For a list of
this week's participants in the SSS blog tour, go to http://www.sixsunday.com/. Search #sixsunday on Twitter, as well!
The 115,000-word novel, second in the Rescue Me series, Nobody's Angel is available for $2.99 NOW at
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