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, February 19, 2012

Six Sunday: The power of three (Nobody's Hero)

My Six this week take place a little later in the long excerpt posted in the Naughty After Dark blog hop earlier this week. Okay, poor tortured Karla would say this comes *snicker* a LOT later in the scene. It's from Nobody's Hero (#3 in the RESCUE ME series, released 12/31/11).

Hope you enjoy it as much as Karla did! It took a lot to get her to this third one in her punishment, but when she got there, well, briefly, she was one very satisfied sub. Then all hell broke loose (again).



Then the pressure built to a crescendo and spread throughout her. “Oh, God! I’m coming! Shit! Don’t stop! Three, three, three!”

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!



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Sunday, February 12, 2012

Six Sunday: Master Adam lays down the ground rules


This week, I'm going back into Nobody's Hero (#3 in the RESCUE ME series, released 12/31/11) for the scene where Master Adam tries to send Karla running away when he spells out what he wants from her as his slave. As with most of his maneuvers to distance himself from her, this one backfires big-time. 


We're in Karla's perspective:

“Your body will be my sexual toy to do with as I wish. When you disobey, you will be punished. I will let you express your hard limits and, if I am in the right mood, won’t exceed them—right away. But, as your Master, it will be my pleasure to push your limits fast, hard, and often.” 


Back up. What did Adam mean by punished? 


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!
 


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Saturday, February 4, 2012

Six Sunday: No plans to rescue the ice princess

This week's Six is a continuation of a WIP Excerpt: "Do you like princesses?" I posted Friday from Chapter One of the unedited Nobody's Perfect, due out in May. (I'm still writing and only 14,063 words into it so far, so it's still rough.) 

As many of you know, I write realistic BDSM stories about a growing "family" of three men who bonded in war and started a BDSM club afterward. In this scene, Damian is just coming to the realization that little Marisol is his daughter from that perfect day at the beach with Savannah in 2003.


Friday's excerpt ended with Damian thinking: Shit. The calculating expression in the little girl's eyes told him he was being sized up to take on the role of her mama's rescuing prince.


No thanks. Her mother wasn't going to find her perfect prince inside this man's broken body and soul.


Besides, his days of scaling towers to rescue princesses, especially ice princesses, were long gone. Hadn't he tried to rescue Savannah once, only to be shown in no uncertain terms she'd wanted nothing more to do with him?


Damián's focus shifted beyond Marisol's head to the door leading back to the examination rooms. How the hell long did it take Marc and his doctor friend to figure out if Savi's rib was cracked or not?

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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Friday, February 3, 2012

WIP Excerpt: "Do you like princesses?" (Nobody's Perfect)


The muse is back in town and I've been writing like crazy the past few days--well, more so than the last month anyway. Thanks to everyone who sent prayers, good wishes, and healing thoughts to my sister and my family last month as we were all in the grip of cancer surgery and recovery. We also loved the quilt and prayer shawl two Facebook friends sent. Just gorgeous. My sister is home now and gets stronger every day. Still will need chemo to eradicate the remaining cancer cells, but the major tumors have all been removed.

So, of course, now that my mind isn't sleep deprived and worried, I am working on Nobody's Perfect, book 4 in the Rescue Me series (due out in May 2012). I thought I would share an unedited excerpt from the first chapter. Those who have read the Epilogue of Nobody's Hero know where they are and why. Hopefully the rest of you can follow, as well.

I continued this scene with the next six sentences in my Feb. 5 Six Sunday blog. Oh, you're in Damian's point of view right now. And this is TOTALLY UNEDITED except by me, so bear with me on typos.


The inner door swung open and Marc stood there in scrubs. Damián did a double take. "I'm assisting tonight." 

His friend grinned, apparently loving the idea of being in corpsman mode again. He wondered why Marc hadn't pursued a career in medicine when he got back from Iraq, rather than going into an outdoor-adventure outfitter business. Of course, he did do search and rescue, which probably enabled him to make use of his medic skills a bit, too.

Marc looked from Damián to Marisol's face, then back at Damián. He quirked an eyebrow, then grinned. Damn. He knew his buddy was drawing conclusions Damián wasn't ready to acknowledge yet. Hell, he didn't even know for sure.

Yes, you do.

Yeah. He did. But he wasn't going to talk about it with Marc before he talked to Savi. He turned to find she had halted in the doorway and was looking warily at Marc. Damián adjusted his bundle, which wasn't nearly as heavy now that she was awake. Her tiny arms and hands held onto his neck as if she wouldn't let go.

He just wished her mama would trust him like that.

"Savi, this is the friend I told you about. Marc D'Alessio, meet Savi Baker. She's from my neighborhood in California." Marc walked toward Savi and held out his hand. She paused only a few seconds before reaching out to take his hand briefly, then pulled back.

"Pleased to meet you, Savi. Looks like you've been in a bit of a scuffle." Self-consciously, she raised her hand to her face to hide her cheek and winced, probably more from the pain in her rib than from her face.

Damián took a step forward. "I think her left side might be injured. She's been favoring it and showed signs of something going on when I examined her the way you told me to over the phone." Don't think about touching her right now, chico.

"Come, cara, let me get you into the exam room. Dr. McKenzie is setting things up for us now." Marc took her elbow and led her past the reception window to a door that had been propped open. Savi looked back at Damián.

"Don't worry. We're right behind you."

Savi halted. "No. I don't want Mari to see."

Damián didn't want to wait out here. He needed to know what Savi's bastard father had done to her. But he knew he couldn't just barge in the exam room if Savi didn't want him there. Besides, she probably was right. Marisol didn't need to see her mama's battered body. Bad enough she could see the bruises on her face.

Savi's gaze shifted to Marisol. "Mari, honey, the doctor is just going to check and make Maman all better. You stay here with Damián. I think I saw some toys in the corner over there you can play with while you're waiting. I shouldn't be too long."

Marisol looked from her mother to Marc. "Don't hurt my maman." The fierce tone in her high-pitched voice made Damián smile. Protective of her mommy. He liked that, although he was saddened that his little girl felt the need to protect her mother. Parents were supposed to protect their kids, not the other way around.

Marc smiled his understanding. "Don't worry, Mari. The doctor and I will take very good care of her and she'll be back with you in no time."

Marisol scrutinized Marc a moment, taking his measure, then nodded, seeming satisfied with his buddy's ability to care for her mother and return her safely. Heaven help Marc if he didn't follow through on that promise, though. This muñequita would be a force to be reckoned with.

Already the little doll had breached a wall in Damián's defenses.

"Come, bebé, let's go check out the toys over here."

"I'm not a baby. You can put me down now."

Yes, ma'am. He grinned as he put her down, feeling instant relief in his ankle. He hadn't even realized the strain his prosthesis had been under until now.

Marisol placed her hand in his and led him to the table laden with Legos and books. He hadn't played with the plastic interlocking blocks since he'd been in Eden Gardens for Teresa's birthday. Happier times with his nephew, José. They hadn't enjoyed fun like that during his last visit. 

He figured a little girl would be more interested in dolls, but she surprised him when she sat at the table and began playing with the colorful blocks. He soon discovered she was quite adept at building intricate structures. Like a construction foreman, she instructed him on what he could do to help and soon they had built four castle walls, complete with a drawbridge that could be lowered and raised. Next she began working on a tower. 
Marisol's fingers stopped working and she looked over at him. "Do you like princesses?"

Damián wasn't sure how to respond. "Well, I haven't met too many princesses, but the ones I know, like my niece and you, I like a lot."

"Not me, silly. I mean Maman. An evil knight from a kingdom far away put a spell on her and she doesn't know she's a princesa anymore. She needs to have a prince kiss her so she can remember."

Shit. The calculating expression in the little girl's eyes told him he was being sized up to take on the role of her mama's rescuing prince.


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