RELEASE DAY FOR NOBODY'S PERFECT!!!
I THOUGHT I'D SPREAD THE WORD
NOBODY'S PERFECT IS LIVE!!!!
NOBODY'S PERFECT IS LIVE!!!!
I'm an eclectic reader. I'll read any kind of fiction, non-fiction, history, biographies, you name it. But my first love is romance, military romance, historical romance, contemporary romance, paranormal romance, erotic romance and romantic suspense. Actually any kind of romance. The more conflict in a story, the more I love it. And Kallypso Masters can pour on the conflict. And I love it.
Her books are also BDSM erotica. I don't read erotica a lot. But I have a few favorites in the genre, Cheryl Norman, Jennifer Madden, Mia Jae, and recently I've added Kallypso (Kally) Masters to my list.
Hers are my first sojourn into BDSM and they are totally different than I expected. I really love her heroes (OH MY) and her story lines. Her female characters are fighting through things just as ferociously as her heroes and really fit well with the men. And the sex ain't nothing to shrug off either. I'm fanning myself just thinking about it.
I've read her MASTERS AT ARMS, the prequel to the series which gives you a taste of the story lines and her writing and NOBODY'S ANGEL thus far. I have NOBODY'S HERO on my Kindle to read next. And of course I'll have to have her next release to have read the whole series thus far. There are others coming later in the year!!
All that said here's:
NOBODY'S PERFECT
Savannah
Gentry, now Savi Baker, escaped the torture and degradation forced upon
her by a sadistic father for eleven years and has made a safe life for
herself and her daughter. When her father threatens her peace of
mind—and her daughter's safety—Savi runs to Damián Orlando for
protection. Their one day together eight years earlier changed both
their lives and resulted in a secret she can no longer hide. But being
with Damián reawakens feelings she wants buried—and stirs up an
onslaught of disturbing flashbacks that leave her shaken to the core
with little hope of ever being a sexual being again.
Damián has his own dragons to fight, but has never forgotten the one perfect day he spent with Savannah in a cave at the beach. He will go to the ends of the earth to protect Savi and her daughter, but can never be the whole man she deserves after a firefight in Iraq. Besides, the trauma of war and resulting PTSD has led him to find his place as the Masters at Arms Club's favorite sadist. Savi needs someone gentle and loving, not the broken man he has become. But he sees that the lifestyle he's come to embrace also can help Savi regain control of her life and sexuality. How can he not help redirect her negative thoughts and actions if she needs him?
Here's a peek at the UNEDITED prologue to Nobody's Perfect:
Damián has his own dragons to fight, but has never forgotten the one perfect day he spent with Savannah in a cave at the beach. He will go to the ends of the earth to protect Savi and her daughter, but can never be the whole man she deserves after a firefight in Iraq. Besides, the trauma of war and resulting PTSD has led him to find his place as the Masters at Arms Club's favorite sadist. Savi needs someone gentle and loving, not the broken man he has become. But he sees that the lifestyle he's come to embrace also can help Savi regain control of her life and sexuality. How can he not help redirect her negative thoughts and actions if she needs him?
Here's a peek at the UNEDITED prologue to Nobody's Perfect:
Prologue
Savi circled another job listing in the classifieds as
Christmas music played in the background. Office
clerk. After all her years of college and clinicals, she had finally
achieved her dream of working as a social worker with young abuse victims. That
work had ended abruptly three weeks ago. She needed to find a way to support
her daughter and herself until her supervisor could fight Savi's recent firing
with the higher-ups in the state's department of mental health services.
Unraveling bureaucracy took time. She didn't have time.
Savi opened her mini laptop to update her resumé and do a
cover letter, hoping to make it through several more letters before Mari got
home from practicing for the children's pageant at church.
The doorbell interrupted her work some unknown amount of
time later. She looked at the clock on her desk. Too early for Mari to be
dropped off—unless something had happened. Heart hammering against her chest, Savi
nearly ran to the front door and opened it, expecting to see one of the youth
leaders from the church group.
Lyle.
Bile rose in her throat and she moved to slam the door
again. Stupid! Why hadn't she looked
through the peephole first? He wedged his foot into the doorway, keeping
her from closing the door in his face.
"What kind of greeting is that for an old friend,
Savannah?"
Not
a friend. Enemy. She gasped to fill her lungs with
much-needed air. Dangerous. She
needed to get rid of him before Mari came home.
"What do you want, Lyle?"
"Invite me inside and we'll talk."
"You're not coming in. Now leave before I call the
police."
He narrowed his eyes and Savi familiar ligatures of fear
encircled her neck. Vile man. Could she fight him off?
"Let me in, Savannah, or you and your little girl will
regret your misplaced bravery."
Marisol.
Did he know where she was? Oh, God,
she prayed. Don't let Mari come home early.
She needed to get rid of Lyle. Now.
"Just state your business. I'm not letting you inside
my…"
Without warning, Lyle leaned back then slammed his body
against the door sending the edge of the wood into Savi's eye and cheek,
hurtling her backward until she lay sprawled on the floor. The sight of his
navy-blue dress pants and wingtip shoes made her shudder as a distant memory
enveloped her. Looking up at the angry man in the three-piece suit who towered
over her, she realized he hadn't even mussed a hair on his blond head.
"Ah, just where a slut like you needs to be,
Savannah—at my feet. Now let's see if we can hear you scream the way you used
to for me."
No!
Memories of the night he had placed her father's shameful mark on her could
never be erased. Neither could any of the degrading things Lyle had subjected
her to at her father's orders. She turned over and got on all fours and
scrambled away. Just when she'd thought she was far enough away to stand up and
set her feet to defend herself, Lyle's wingtip gouged into her side. The air
whooshed from her lungs and she gasped to try and recover her breath.
"Your father asked me to bring you and his
granddaughter to him. But I thought perhaps we would enjoy a little playtime first.
For old time's sake. What your father doesn't know…"
Another blow struck her side near the same place and panic
set in as her breathing became labored.
Breathe!
Maman,
help me. Give me the strength to fight him off.
Savi pulled herself up using the hallway table and tried to
regulate her breathing again. She turned to find Lyle smirking at her. Bastard. Picking up a brass candlestick
from the table, she didn't hesitate as she swung it at his head, striking a
blow she hoped had left him more than just stunned. Not waiting for him to
recover, she followed up by kicking him in the groin. He doubled over and fell
to the floor. As he lay moaning, holding his privates as his head bled on her
hardwood floor, she remembered the lessons in cutting off the blood flow to the
brain that she'd learned from a veteran Marine who had studied with her in
college. She cringed as she touched his neck, hating to place her hands
anywhere on him, but finally found the point she sought in his neck and
pressed—hard. She counted. By thirty seconds, Lyle's body grew even more limp.
She didn't wait around to see how long he'd be out.
Running to the bedroom, she pulled out a suitcase to throw a
few clothes into it, but when she tried to lift it, her breathing became
constricted again, forcing her to leave it on the floor near the closet. After
she filled half of it, she wheeled it to Mari's room and threw in some of her
daughter's things, then zipped it up and wheeled it to the kitchen. After
grabbing her purse and keys, she stumbled out the back door.
A black BMW sat parked behind her little blue Nissan. She
glanced back at her bungalow. Home, but no longer her safe place.
No sign of Lyle yet, but he wouldn't be unconscious forever.
She fought to control her breathing again, but refused to escape into her head
to dull the pain. Taking as deep a breath as she could and holding it, she
swung the suitcase into the trunk and slammed the lid down. Oh dear Lord. She
couldn't breathe! She pressed her arm against her chest and the place where
Lyle had kicked her repeatedly as she opened the door, got behind the steering
wheel, and turned the key in the ignition. She couldn't zone out now. She
needed to get to San Miguel's…to Mari.
Then
what?
I wanted to end the blog with Kally's other books. Though you don't have to read them in order, I'd suggest that you do because her story lines hook together and may take more than one book to conclude. I didn't mind that at all. Just more great conflict and story to read. Check them out.
NOBODY'S ANGEL
Here's
a short bio about Kally:
Kallypso
Masters writes emotional romance novels with dominant men and the women who
bring them to their knees. Sometimes it seems she lives with these Masters at
Arms Doms twenty-four/seven--yes, they tend to dominate her life. Often, she'll
wake up with one or more characters waiting by her bedside to share some
delicious secret about themselves. It's a tough job, but she loves every minute
of it.
Kally
has been writing full-time since May 2011, having quit her "day job"
the month before to pursue a full-time writing career. Masters at Arms was her
debut novel (published in August 2011) and was followed by Nobody's Angel in
September and Nobody's Hero in December. She plans three more books in the
Rescue Me series in 2012: Nobody's Perfect (expected release date mid to late
June); Nobody's Dream (late September); and Nobody's Home (November/December).
She
lives in rural Kentucky and has been married for almost 29 years to the man who
provided her own Happily Ever After. They have two adult children, one rescued
dog, and one rescued cat--and now four Doms (Adam, Marc, Damián, and Luke) and
a Domme (Grant) have taken up residence in her head and still others are in the
wings for the first eight books in the series (through 2013).
For
more information about Kally please feel free to browse this site or her Web
site at kallypsomasters.com. If you have any questions that haven't been
answered here, feel free to contact Kally directly at
kallypsomasters@gmail.com. She loves to hear from readers and will answer as
soon as she's able.
Website http://www.kallypsomasters.com
Twitter https://twitter.com/#!/kallypsomasters
Thank you for joining my blog today Kally. And thanks to those readers who stop by to share in this release date.
Teresa J. Reasor
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