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!!!

A Million Wishes is available now on Amazon.

Please join me online at:

Blog: http://deannafelthauser.blogspot.com/

Facebook Personal Page: http://www.facebook.com/deefelthauser

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Twitter: @DeeFelthauser https://twitter.com/#!/DeeFelthauser

or E-mail me at felthauserdeanna@yahoo.com 

Giveaway Times Two!

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!

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 http://www.sixsunday.com/. Search #sixsunday on Twitter, as well!

Three e-books have been published to date in the RESCUE ME series. 

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WIP It Wednesday: Who said anything about restraining your...?

UPDATE 2/5/12: This scene was actually split into two in the final version of NOBODY'S HERO. Loved how it was written here, but then Master Adam backed off and I had to lasso her nips in another scene. But I'm leaving it here as drafted anyway. :)

In this scene, Master Adam is trying to distract Karla from what she wants to discuss. 

She reached up to cup his cheek and brushed her finger across his lips. The slight tremble told her he might be fighting to maintain control. Good. He needed to lose it for once.

Adam's grip tightened on her face and he pulled her closer. "I really don't want to talk about it. I'd rather take you down to a theme room, strip you, and restrain you with ropes before I..."

"I'm not sure my arms will take any contortions right now. My shoulders are still kind of sore."

"Who said anything about restraining your arms?" The look in his eyes caused heat to pool in her pelvis. Her pussy grew wet. His hands glided down to her shoulders, where he massaged the stiff muscles gently before his hands slipped down further and cupped her breasts. He pinched and twisted her nipples. 

"Ackkk!" Her pelvis strained toward him as her nipples tightened and swelled beneath his fingers and thumbs. 

Adam chuckled, maintaining his hold on her engorged peaks, pulling them with him as he took a step backward. "Come with me, kitten."

She stepped toward him—what choice did she have? He grinned, then released her nipples, and took her hand, turning to leave. But she wasn't ready to let go of this conversation. Well, her mind wasn't ready; her body was long gone. 

My writing style is more of a SERIAL than a series--complete with cliffhangers and continuing characters (even the heroes and heroines of earlier romances will continue to develop their relationships in subsequent books). So skipping any of the installments (novels) will make the subsequent novels less enjoyable. 

But the good thing is that there are ONLY two novels out so far, so it will be easy to catch up! See below for ordering details!

You won't enjoy Nobody's Hero as much if you haven't read Masters at Arms and Nobody's Angel first, because Adam and Karla's relationship actually began nine years early in sections one and five of Masters--and continued to grow in Angel. 

The 115,000-word novel, second in the Rescue Me series,  

Nobody's Angel is available for $2.99 NOW at
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords,
BookStrand, and All Romance eBooks.

 

MASTERS AT ARMS (only 99 cents!), the

introduction and first novel in the RESCUE ME series,

is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, 

All Romance eBooks, Bookstrand,

and at Smashwords. 

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WIP IT WEDNESDAY: No sex with Karla?

Okay, I started doing Snippet Wednesdays on my Facebook page a couple weeks ago, for the readers anxiously awaiting Adam and Karla's romance (Nobody's Hero, due out in December, hopefully before Christmas). Well, this week I was working on a very hawt scene and had already gotten all my fans on FB into a frenzy, then realized Facebook might not take kindly to an adult-oriented excerpt like this one on a public page, so I decided to post here instead.

I'm not going to do a set-up, because I want to keep you guessing about what's actually going on here. But, here you go--and you're in Adam's ever-loving horny and confused head right now.

….But that was on his list of hard limits. No sex with Karla.

 

"Remove your t-shirt."

Fuck. Where did that come from? He wanted to recall the command as soon as it left his lips, then found himself riveted to her hands, waiting for them to move, to do his bidding. She sat upright off her heels. Good girl. She was going to leave. At least one of them still had their wits about them. This hadn't turned into the clusterfuck he'd imagined a few seconds ago.

Then, as if in slow motion, her long slender fingers wrapped around the hem of her thigh-length shirt and he watched as she slowly pulled the tee up over those sexy thighs, soon exposing the soft black curls of her mons. His cock bobbed. She continued to lift the shirt and exposed her pert breasts. Sweat broke out on his forehead as his heart hammered against his chest. In oh-so-painful slow motion, she continued the tease until she pulled the shirt over her head and discarded it onto the bed beside her.

Adam stared up at her beauty, watching her nipples grow even more erect than they had been under the shirt. Whether it was from the cold morning air or that she was as excited as he was, he didn't know. God would send him straight to hell for this, but he couldn't stop his mouth from speaking the next words. Maybe he thought he could send her running to safety.

Maybe he didn't want her to run.

"Straddle me."

*fans self* Wait till you read the REST of the scene in December!

You won't enjoy Nobody's Hero as much if you haven't read Masters at Arms and Nobody's Angel first, because Adam and Karla's relationship actually began nine years early in section one of Masters--and continued to grow in Angel.

The 115,000-word novel, second in the Rescue Me series,  

Nobody's Angel is available for $2.99 NOW at
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords,
BookStrand, and All Romance eBooks.

 

MASTERS AT ARMS (only 99 cents!), the

introduction and first novel in the RESCUE ME series,

is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, 

All Romance eBooks, Bookstrand,

and at Smashwords. 

Kally loves to add new friends 

on Facebook and Goodreads. 
Or follow her on Twitter.

 

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.

The Grant mentioned is a fellow Marine and now Mistress Grant, a Domme at the Masters at Arms Club. (Her book will be Nobody's Home, number six in the Rescue Me series, and due out by September/October of next year. That'll be my first FemDom book--and her alpha malesub is going to be the perfect match for her. They served together in a Black Ops organization of some type for several years after Grant's and his regular stints in the service ended.)

In this scene, Master Adam is reading Master Marc the riot act for lying to Angelina (a no-no for good Doms). Adam's also grilling Marc on why he's been so messed up lately and Marc's unloading all kinds of things, including a time in his past when he went OFP with a woman in a BDSM scene. (OFP is a Marine term meaning Own Fucking Plan, where you don't follow the set plan or mission but do what you want. In this context, it's the result of not renegotiating a scene, even though he hadn't been with the woman for a couple of years. He's remembering the scene in Masters at Arms where the gold digger Melissa shows up on his doormat and the resulting orgasm torture scene I shared in this blog a couple months ago.)

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.

He realized Adam was waiting for him to continue. "I went OFP that night." 

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
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, BookStrand, and All Romance eBooks.

 

MASTERS AT ARMS (only 99 cents!), the

introduction and first novel in the RESCUE ME series, 

is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, 

All Romance eBooks, Bookstrand,

and at Smashwords. 

Kally loves to add new friends 

on Facebook and Goodreads. 
Or follow her on Twitter.

 

Commercials that would be banned in the US

This morning, a Facebook friend posted a banned commercial video on her wall and it led me to look for others. It's amazing how hot commercials are outside the puritanical United States. I think you'll get a kick out of all of them, too (or you probably wouldn't be on my blog!).

What's a little strip poker among friends?

(For a really hot read about a card game with highly erotic stakes, check out Cassandre Dayne's blog and her excerpt for Spankdown!)

What would you do if you woke up handcuffed to a woman’s bed?

Workout anyone?

One-upman/upwomanship at a sports bar.

Now for a commercial that's legal in the US--if you're 18 and older. Check out the Grand Opening celebration at the Naughty Romance Writers’ new Web site. Lots of great prizes! Sign up and you may win one of the many prizes being offered! Also check out more than 25 authors who are members of the group!

Don't miss tomorrow's Six-Sentence Sunday here, too! Wait until you hear what Master Adam says to snap Damian out of his post-Iraq depression. Master Adam does NOT mince words!

Luke, the reluctant hero in Nobody's Angel

I have been remiss in introducing you to one of the heroes in my upcoming release, Nobody's Angel. You've met Master Marc and Angelina in previous blog posts. but things are going to be a little more complicated. Master Marc's little subbie-in-training will be pursuing his Search-and-Rescue partner, Luke Denton.

Luke's wife was killed in an avalanche seven years earlier. Angelina doesn't know it yet, but her father died trying to rescue Luke's wife. Luke knows he and his wife shouldn't have been hiking where they were and is riddled with guilt. Once he learns whose daughter she is, Luke tries to shut down his attraction to her. 

My inspiration for Luke was Gerard Butler (but with a Texas accent).Despite the leather pants in this photo, Luke is not into the BDSM lifestyle Marc loves.

 

In this scene, the three are heading to Denver, where Luke and Marc live. (I don't want to put a spoiler in here, but she needs to get away from home for a while without her family finding out what has happened--and they have a very strong alpha-male need to protect  her.)

You are reading Marc's thoughts here:

He looked down at her, watching her breasts jiggle in the opening of her blouse as the SUV bounced along. They were entering the metro limits, so she’d have to wake up soon anyway. He reached over and began stroking her thigh. She moaned in her sleep. His pene hardened.

“Mmmmmm” Angelina spread her thighs apart and let her head roll against the back of the seat. Her eyes remained closed. She appeared to be sleeping, but he’d guess she was faking. He knew one thing she couldn’t fake. His fingers glided along her velvety skin until he reached the curls covering her pussy.

Very good, pet. No panties.

Marc slid his middle finger between the folds and into her wet opening. She gasped as he entered her without hesitation. Dio, she was so wet for him. He withdrew his finger and encircled her clit. Her breathing grew more shallow and rapid.

“Who is touching you?”

“Marc.” Her eyes remained closed.

“Who?” His finger stopped its motion.

She grimaced in frustration. Her eyes opened and her sleepy gaze met his. “Sir.”

“Better. Tell me what you want, bella.”

“More.”

“More what?”

“Marc, please.” Her frustration grew.

“What did you say?”

“Sir! You know what I need.”

“Of course, but I asked you to tell me, cara.”

Her groan tore at him, but she needed to learn to respond to his questions. He couldn’t read her mind—well, not all of the time.

“Touch me, Sir. Faster.”

“Touch you where, Amato.”

“There.”

“Where?”

“My clit!”

He'd work on respect later. His finger resumed his ministrations, increasing the speed he massaged her clit. Her breathless panting and gattino mewling told him she approached the crest. She leaned back against the seat and tilted her pelvis upward to give him easier access. He slid two fingers inside her, positioning his thumb over her engorged clit. 

This seemed as good a time as any to spell out a few more house rules for exactly what he expected of Angelina this week.

“Ask permission to come, pet.”

She opened her eyes, which held the glazed look of a woman about to reach an orgasm. Confused, she asked, “What?”

“Beginning now, you will ask and receive permission to come, or you will be punished. Ask.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Wrong question.” He halted the motion of his fingers and thumb. “I assure you that I would never joke about something as important as my pet’s orgasms.”

She shrugged. “Okay. Sir, can I come?” 

He’d definitely have to work on her attitude. And her grammar. Why was it Americans slaughtered their own language? “May I come?” he corrected her.

“What!?” His finger remained still. She tried to move against him.

“Remain still.”

She surrendered with a sigh. “May I come?”

“Sir.”

She looked over at Luke as if he would rescue her. Luke shrugged. “Sorry darlin'. That stuff’s between you two.”

She looked back at Marc and groaned, her frustration evident. “Sir, may I come? Now!”

“Are you asking sweetly or demanding?”

“Begging, actually. Dammit, Sir Marc, LET ME COME!!!”

Yes, she had a lot to learn about how to speak respectfully to him. “You’ll be punished for speaking to your dom in that tone.” Marc felt her vaginal muscles spasm around his fingers. He smiled. The thought of being disciplined aroused her, whether she fully accepted her nature as a submissive or not.

“Sir, please. I need to come! Please don’t bring me this close and leave me hanging.”

“You two are making it damned hard for me to keep this vehicle on the road,” Luke complained, his knuckles white as he held onto the steering wheel with a death grip.

Marc laughed, but his focus quickly returned to Angelina's training.

“When you obey, you’ll find your experience will be much more pleasurable.” Her request to come was far from where he wanted it. His fingers remained still.

She bit her lower lip, taking slow, deep breaths. He watched her breasts rise and fall. Lovely.

“Please, Sir, may I come?” she pleaded.

He smiled. Much better. With his free hand, he reached over and pinched her right nipple—hard. His fingers resumed pumping in and out of her vagina as his thumb rubbed her erect clit.

“Oh, yes!” She reached out to grab his and Luke’s shirt sleeves and hung on for dear life. Her pelvis bucked against his hand as she crested and then tumbled over the peak. “Yesssss! Mio Dio! I’m coming!”

Of course you are. I permitted it. He smiled as she flew apart for him.

When her quivering vagina settled down to sporadic spasms, she looked over at Marc and smiled. “Thank you, Sir.” After a short pause, she added, “May I have another?”

Mio Dio was right. Absolutely enchanting. Marc grinned, then leaned over and kissed her.

 Comments always encouraged and welcome! Let me know what you think!