WIP It Wednesday: Damian Rescues Savannah (Masters at Arms)

First, just wanted to ask for your vote in the Cover of the Month contest. VOTE NOW THROUGH SATURDAY, NOV. 26 at http://yougottareadcovers.blogspot.com/ (#14 on list). If you love Master Adam's chest and this cover as much as *I* do, I'd appreciate your vote. I don't know the exact time voting ends, so vote early! Thanks so much for your consideration!


Now, in honor of that awesome cover, rather than another snippet from my upcoming release, I decided to go back to the beginning of Damian and Savannah's story, the Section Two prequel in Masters at Arms.

This is the scene after Damian has rescued Savannah (Savi) from the sadists at her father's hotel. (He's not aware that she's a sex slave for her father, but thinks she might be a call girl.) She's just awoken from an exhausted sleep to find a stranger (who looks like her fantasy idol, Orlando Bloom) in the bed and is now beginning to worry about what her father and his partner (Lyle) will do to punish her for losing two of their business clients (the sadists in the snippet). The "final plan" she refers to is her suicide, which she plans to carry out when she gets home, no longer able to continue to "live" the way she's been forced to live since childhood, but most especially since becoming a sex slave a year earlier.

What now? Lyle and her father would be furious. She’d never lost them a client before. Last night, she’d lost two. Her punishment would be severe. She opened her eyes and glanced toward the door. Where had Lyle gone? When would he be back? She supposed her father would send a car for her. They knew they didn’t have to worry about her running away. The threat of living a hellish life as a street whore would keep her tethered in her velvet chains.

Savannah began to shake.

“Shhh. It’s okay.” The man on the bed—Damián—reached out a hand to her, but she pulled her body away. He let his hand come to rest on the mattress between them, as if he were training a dog to get used to him by small degrees. His brown skin contrasted sharply with the white sheets. Exotic. So different from the men who could afford her.

No, he wasn’t her client. That she knew. So who was he? She shivered and returned his gaze, seeing regret, pity. She didn’t want or need anyone’s pity.

“I don’t know you.”

“I work here at the hotel.”

Oh, Lord! The bus boy! She remembered him from the restaurant. How had she come to be in bed with him? Had anything happened? Clearly, she’d zoned out. Had he forced himself on her while her mind was out of her body?

No. The concern in the man’s warm-chocolate eyes told her he wasn’t a threat. She didn’t think so, anyway. His pupils were so large, his eyes almost looked black. Her instincts regarding men were more than a little warped. Still, something began to melt inside her. The image of him barging into the room last night carrying a…a fire extinguisher? She tried to keep from smiling, but couldn’t help herself. So incongruous with the type of rescue she’d needed.

Damián raised an eyebrow, then smiled back. His white teeth against a bronzed face sent a flock of swallows to flight inside her stomach. She giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

“You, barging in here last night carrying that ridiculous fire extinguisher.”

“Someone yelled ‘fire.’”

“Well, I read once that no one comes when you yell rape.”

His face grew serious. “They didn’t—?”

She shook her head. “No. Against the rules.” Tears stung the backs of her eyelids. “No one’s ever come to my rescue before.” She turned away. Don’t let him get inside your head, Savi. This stranger was even more dangerous than the sadists. He made her feel vulnerable. She needed to keep her wits about her if she was going to keep the walls of her fortress intact.

Until she could get home and put her final plan into motion, she’d do well to remember that men weren’t safe or honorable.

But Damián had held her for hours without taking advantage of her. Amazing man.

She looked back at him. “Thank you.”

“De nada.”

Then she realized what his actions had cost him. “Oh, God. Your job.”

A bus boy probably needed every paycheck just to survive. She assessed him. He wore a polo uniform shirt—which he filled out better than any polo she’d ever seen—and inexpensive black jeans.

He shrugged, as if it didn’t matter. But she doubted he was truly that nonchalant. He’d be fired, if he hadn’t been already, all because of her. Unfair. Yet another victim of her father’s and Lyle’s ruthlessness. His face blurred as tears welled in her eyes. “I’m so sorry to have caused you so much trouble.”

He leaned closer. She didn’t back away this time, but her heart began beating faster.

“I’d do it again,” he whispered. “No regrets, Savannah. No one should hurt you like that.”

She closed her eyelids and swallowed. Damián’s fingertip brushed away a tear that rolled from the corner of her eye. His hand felt warm against her chilled skin. A jolt of electricity zapped her clit—and not the kind of zap the sadists had delivered, either. Her eyes opened wider. No man had ever caused a sexual response in her.

When he pulled his hand back, she fought the urge to lean toward him. How could she feel so safe with this stranger?

Dangerous. She needed to get away before he got under her skin. She instinctively knew that opening herself up to his kindness would just result in even more intense pain when she left him to return to Master. Her life, her body, were not hers.

“I have to get home.”

Damian and Savannah (now Savi) will reunite briefly in Nobody's Hero (due out in December). Their romance will come out in February, Nobody's Perfect, as my two most broken souls find love and happiness with each other—at last. 

My writing style is more of a SERIAL than a series--complete with cliffhangers and characters who continue to work on their relationship issues in subsequent novels. (Yes, the heroes and heroines from earlier romances will have recurring roles as they progress toward their ultimate Happily Ever Afters). So skipping any of the novel-length installments will make the subsequent romance subplots in the "serial" 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. 

Kally loves to add new friends

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Six Sunday: Karla's Unintentional Slow Tease (Nobody's Hero)

This week's Six Sentence Sunday is a continuation of my WIP It Wednesday excerpt, but Karla STILL hasn't gotten those skivvies off Master Adam. (You may recall, he ordered her to do it with her teeth—which has backfired on him, as most things do with Karla.) This scene is from my December release, Nobody's Hero (Book #3 in the Rescue Me series). Enjoy!

His cock pulsated in her hand. Slow, deep breaths. He tried to practice the techniques he'd learned in martial arts to slow down his heart rate, hoping it would lessen the pulsing in his dick. When she surprised him by letting the tip of her pink tongue tentatively lick him where her thumb had been moments before, he groaned, balling his hands into fists at his sides to keep from thrusting his hips up and ramming him cock down her throat. 

As if she were giving him a news bulletin, she paused to look up at him and announce, "You taste salty, Sir."

"Karla," he ground the words out, "get my fucking skivvies off—now."

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!

 

WIP It Wednesday: Karla's turn to torture Master Adam (Nobody's Hero)

I posted a bit of this scene from the December release, Nobody's Hero, on my Facebook wall yesterday. After two readers fainted and another said she was in a puddle under her desk at work, I thought perhaps this would be a good one to share in expanded (and revised) form for WIP It Wednesday this week. As you know from all of the "I haven't begun to torture you" snippets where Master Adam had the upper hand (and mouth), now we get to see what happens when Karla unintentionally tortures her Master.

"Oh, Sir. Keep doing that."

"Are you topping me, kitten?"

She grew tense and he regretted teasing her. Hell, he wanted to know what she liked, what she wanted. He let his hands glide down her arms, then pulled her against his chest. Her eyelashes fanned just above her cheekbones and her head lay against his shoulder. He reached around to cup both of her high, firm breasts in his hands. What would she think of having her tits clamped? He grasped each with one thumb and forefinger and squeezed, then twisted.

"Oh, God!"

Her breathy gasp and the arching of her chest toward his hands told him all he needed to know. Perhaps a combination of tit bondage and tit torture would be in store later, when they ventured downstairs to a theme room. If he'd known where tonight was going to lead, he'd have brought his toy bag up here. But he could wait.

"Tell me what you need, kitten." He nuzzled her neck as his right hand ventured south until he cupped her Venus mound and his middle finger stroked her wet slit. Her pelvis tilted to allow him access, but he waited for her to say the words.

She moaned in frustration.

"Tell me, kitten."

"I need you, Sir."

"You need me to what?" He could feel the heat rise from her face.

"I need you to…make love to me, Sir."

What Adam had in mind had nothing to do with love and her words made him feel a little guilty. Sure, he had feelings for her, but he'd never been able to love anyone. He needed to keep things on the level with her and keep her from entertaining any romantic notions.

"I want to fuck you hard and fast. Are you ready for that?"

She tensed. "I…um, I think so, Sir."

He chuckled. "Well, I think maybe we need to start a little slower, kitten. Stand up." She barely hesitated before standing. "Turn around." She turned to face him. He lay back on the bed. "Take them off." His gaze went to his black skivvies.

Karla hesitated a bit longer this time, her teeth nibbling her red lips, as she looked down at him and the outline of his rock-hard penis straining against his skivvies. Her tantalizing teeth and hesitation gave him another idea.

"Take them off with your teeth." God, he knew he'd regret this for the rest of his life, but having her sexy mouth that close to his dick was all he could think about right now.

She glanced down at him and smiled a shaky smile, then bent over him, bracing herself by placing her hands just above his hipbones, and took his waistband between her teeth. Shit. Her fingers touching his bare skin, holding one or both of them steady, caused his dick to bob against her chin. She stopped and pulled back, surveying the situation, then took the waistband between her teeth again and pulled it up and over his erection until the head peeked out.

She pulled back yet again and her face took on a playful expression. "My, what have we here, Sir?" she teased. Her hand reached down to cup his still-covered balls, then moved up the length of his mostly covered dick until she brushed her thumb over the bare head.

"Karla, you're playing with fire."

Ignoring him, her thumb pad rubbed over the notch in the head of his cock, which eagerly bobbed its welcome. "Oh, Sir, it feels like velvet."

Fuck. She'd apparently not even touched one before. He was going straight to hell for letting her continue down this path to debauchery, but he couldn't have stopped her now if he'd wanted to—which he most certainly didn't want to do.

"Remove them completely." He gave the command through clenched teeth.

"Yes, Sir." Her upper teeth scraped against his dick as they wrapped around the waistband again. He felt all the air leaving his lungs, but didn't have the wherewithal to replace it. So close. What would her hot mouth feel like sheathing his cock?

Don't go there, old man.

The tip of his dick brushed against her nose as she pulled his skivvies a little further down, nearly causing him to lose all control. Rather than take them all the way off, she got sidetracked yet again, which made him throb for her even more. With one tentative hand, she cupped his still-covered balls.

"Augghh." His hips lifted toward her face. Sweat broke out on Adam's forehead and he closed his eyes. Sweet Jesus, her hand felt so good on him, the combination of innocent naïveté and hesitant touch an incredible turn-on.

Rather than tell her what to do, he decided to wait and see what she'd do of her own volition in her first carnal exploration. Her sweet, warm breath on the head of his dick had him straining toward her. For the longest time, she merely stared at his dick, then she wrapped her tiny hand around his girth, over his skivvies, and applied the sweetest pressure. Torture. The woman was fucking torturing him, whether she intended to or not. When had he lost control of this scene?

She squeezed him and seemed surprised by the strength and muscle in his dick. But she didn't squeeze his balls or go straight to pumping his cock, as an experienced woman might. Instead, her thumb began stroking the exposed ridge on the head of his cock, back and forth, and he had to reach out and grasp her hand to stop her. Now he needed to slow things down. When she looked up at him, stricken with insecurity, he smiled his encouragement.

"Kitten, what you're doing feels so good, I'm afraid I might explode before I'm ready. Let's take this a little slower, okay?"

She smiled. "Yes, Sir." He loved the sense of newfound power she exuded. This woman would make some man very happy someday with her erotic mix of kitten and tiger.

My writing style is more of a SERIAL than a series--complete with cliffhangers and characters who continue to work on their relationship issues in subsequent novels. (Yes, the heroes and heroines of earlier romances will have recurring roles as they progress toward their Happily Ever Afters). So skipping any of the novel-length installments will make the subsequent romance subplots in the "serial" less enjoyable. Of course, Master Adam and Karla's first met nine years ago in Masters at Arms.

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. 

Kally loves to add new friends

on Facebook and Goodreads. 
Or follow her on Twitter.

 

Six Sunday: Make no mistake...you'll be screaming (Nobody's Hero)

Since I have the honor of being #69 (last time I checked) in this week's Six Sunday roster (erotic romance writers and readers know why that's an honor), I had to go with a scene showing at least some oral sex. (It's kind of hard to do 69 the way poor Karla has been cuffed and chained to Master Adam's bed.) Of course, it's a six-sentence limit, so I'm just going to tease you with the oral to come (so to speak). 

This is another of Karla's firsts with Master Adam (or anyone else, for that matter). I've posted a number of snippets from this scene in the upcoming December release of Nobody's Hero on my Facebook wall in recent weeks. It seems to be a fan favorite. Enjoy this additional snippet!

"I'm not sure I like pain, Sir."

He grinned. "Who said anything about pain?"

"You said I'd be screaming, Sir."

"Oh, make no mistake that you'll be screaming. Just not from pain."

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! 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!

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. 

Kally loves to add new friends

on Facebook and Goodreads. 
Or follow her on Twitter.

 

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.