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Nobody’s Perfect (Rescue Me)  by Kallypso Masters

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Story Rating- 5 out of 5 paddles
Sting Factor (kink): 5 out of 5

Review:

Nobody’s Perfect is the fourth book in Kallypso Masters’ Masters At Arms series. I would be remiss if I didn’t strongly suggest reading the other three books in the series. The characters in the books are developed throughout and they don’t work as a stand-alone read, especially Damian and Sav’s story. Their character build-up in the previous books is essential to really enjoy Nobody’s Perfect.

Nobody’s Perfect is a gorgeous story about two beautifully broken people. Damian Orlando and Savi Baker (Savannah Gentry) shared one bright moment in their past which they carry with them through horror and tragedy. I have never been so emotionally invested in two characters. Kallypso Masters does the BDSM lifestyle justice with her accurate portrayal of scenes and how for some, BDSM can heal both sexually and emotionally. Damian uses his knowledge as a Dom to bring Savi to a place where she can almost feel empowered, despite the abhorrent sexual abuse she suffered at the hands of her father. Her journey is amazing to read. She finds a safe haven for herself and her daughter with Damian’s adopted family. She also finds sexual safety within the Masters At Arms club where Damian is a Dom.

The BDSM practices are accurate and very kinky. I will never look at the gynecologist’s exam table the same way again. Plus, the love between Savi & Damian just makes the story for me. It is realistic. Two people discovering each other again.

My favorite part of the book is when Damian tells Savi the story behind his tattoos. It is poignant in a perfect way. Endearing without being overly sappy.

I highly recommend this book and the entire Masters At Arms series.

Reviewed by Angel

With the fourth book in my Rescue Me series—Nobody’s Perfect (soon to be released, but exact date still not set)—I had to dig deep into all kinds of emotional topics most Romance novels (erotic or otherwise) wouldn’t touch. My heroine, Savi Baker (Savannah Gentry in Masters at Arms), is an incest survivor who then spent a year being pimped out by her father to his business clients until she escaped from him at nineteen. She had been sexually used and abused since she was eight.

With this book, I not only wanted to address the aftermath of severe sexual abuse, but also to show that sexual healing and recovery are a lifelong, ongoing process—not something that happens in 23 or however many chapters before the Happily Ever After in a Romance novel. As my readers should have figured out by now, though (or they certainly will with this book!), I don’t believe HEA is the end in a relationship, but just the beginning. And I like to write Romance in a more realistic way, rather than as fantasy. So my characters always come back in later books to deal with continuing serious issues in their relationships. (For instance, Marc and Angelina still haven’t resolved the issue of “the lie” in Nobody’s Angel—and probably won’t until a later book, after what is revealed to Marc in Perfect.)

Fortunately, the series is written like a serial (plots and subplots carry over into subsequent books, so skipping around will drive readers nuts and they’ll miss out on the many layers of the story). I know that Savi and Damián, her man, are going to have plenty of opportunities to continue to grow and develop their relationship journey in the Rescue Me series books to come. (There are eight books planned in the series to date.) And I know that Savi won’t be “healed” by the end of this story, but she will have found someone who also is wounded, albeit from combat, and together they will heal each other. As Khriste Close, one of my beta readers, wrote to me recently:

“…(A)fter BETA reading for you, I am so very much in love with these two people and, well, all the others. I can definitely see from both points of view about how each one is trying to help the other cope. I am totally drained and mentally exhausted after reading what I have read, but also so much in love with Damián (and Savi) for how they are written as true emotional real people with major flaws, instead of picture-perfect annoyances.

“Those who do not like, understand, or “get” the book, storyline, or the emotional impact these two people have with each other and the reader will probably never get it, but then that is their loss. This is a beautifully written story about how two people are trying to get past the horrors of their pasts to try and get to where the future with each other can be something beautiful and not full of constant heartache and nightmares.

“I stand up and applaud the fact that you delved into a world that people always want to gloss over and not discuss—or even want to know exists, whether it is regarding the horrors of battle or the horrors of a childhood that never was the way a childhood should be. Going through life ‘numb’ is never a good thing.”

In Nobody’s Perfect, it becomes clear (for those still uncertain) that Damián isn’t a born sadist. Readers know from Masters at Arms that he turned to BDSM and sadism as a coping mechanism and a means to regain control of himself and his life after PTSD and depression over becoming an amputee left him emotionally wounded, as well. For him, an SM scene is like going on a mission.

And it becomes his mission, once Savi agrees to have him Top her, to use his sadomasochism skills to help her to reconnect with her body, her feelings—and to redirect some of the negative messages that have kept her paralyzed with fear and unable to connect with anyone but a few people.

While I was able to draw on some of the emotions of being an incest survivor myself, I had no experience with using SM as a “therapeutic” source of healing. (I chose the more traditional route with a decade of therapy.) But this being a BDSM Romance series, I wanted to delve into how sadomasochism and other BDSM practices can help a survivor reclaim her body, redirect the negative messages in her head, and begin the journey toward being a sexual being in a healthy relationship. (NOTE: I usually use feminine pronouns, but please note abused males also find SM helpful in dealing with their own past traumas. I’ll deal with one in Nobody’s Home, book six in the series.)

To portray these characters in a realistic way, I talked with people who are members of this community (some for decades) and who have used BDSM techniques to work through their triggers and sexual “hangups”—or are Dominants who have worked with others struggling with these issues.

A word of caution before I go any further—this type of edge play can be dangerous in the wrong hands. If you want to explore this type of play for sexual healing, first and foremost, find an experienced Dominant who is extremely patient and understanding and knows what s/he is doing. I have heard horror stories from those who went from childhood abuse only to grow up and choose partners who just continued to abuse them, only this time called it BDSM. We’re NOT going to be talking about those types of relationships here. The people I write about and who provide expertise for my characterizations always are in consensual, healthy relationships.

Let’s start with John Bacon (“Toymaker” on Fetlife), one of the Doms who has been very helpful to me in describing scenes and getting into the headspace of a Dom. His submissive, corie (“eirocawakening” on Fetlife) became a fan of my books while I was writing Nobody’s Hero, and she put me in touch with him via a Facebook group we’re both members of. In the course of twenty years in the lifestyle, John has worked with a number of abused subs to help them process their feelings, redirect negative messages, and, in the case of corie, establish an ongoing relationship.

Not everyone who has been abused is a good candidate for this kind of practice. Once I commented that Savi’s was an extreme case and John told me about a woman he knew who had been through so much worse. She wouldn’t feel safe unless she had locked herself in a cage while he was gone. Her issues were so severe that, after four months, he was forced to track down her family and get her checked into a mental health facility for treatment. John also said that if a submissive he was working with turned out to be an active cutter (self-inflicted cuts that aren’t life-threatening, but used to give the person an endorphin rush—which can be very addictive), he would patch her up and take her to a hospital with psychiatric treatment facilities, as well. But a cutter would come to use the SM pain as yet another addiction, and might even push the Dom to go further than is healthy. So, SM would not be a good choice for them.

Another of the subject experts I consulted with on my books (most especially with this one) is “Jennifer,” a clinical psychologist. When one of my beta readers wrote saying she just didn’t understand how a healthy sub who was abused would want to have someone inflict such pain on her, I thought I’d ask Jennifer if she could explain it from a psychological perspective. She replied:

“You’ve done good jobs at portraying [how] sometimes people are so numb it’s the only thing they can feel, or it grounds them back into their bodies when emotions are too intense; sometimes they need physical pain to express or ‘stand in’ for the emotional pain they experience or to open up the gates for them to express emotional pain…

“Sometimes people who aren’t wired that way just won’t get it because it’s such a visceral thing.”

Kellie Hunter, a submissive who also beta reads for me, helped me a lot in trying to understand the inability to cry unless her Dom puts her through a severe impact session in order to get her to break down and release the tears, stress, and emotion. (I cry at everything. Happy—cry.  Sad—cry. So I really didn’t understand how it can be so hard to cry—but Savi has fought to close off emotions like anger, sadness, frustration. All of these emotions turned inward can lead to depression and stress, so it’s good to be able to release them. Kellie explained it as such:

“For me never crying started out as never giving my [abuser] the satisfaction of knowing that she hurt me. Then it became such a part of what I was made of, I just can’t cry without help now… So for me, [SM and impact play] is a way to let go, to be able to cry and get what I need to release emotions I don’t usually know how to release. For me, it is almost like a therapy, to get rid of the stress and tears that I hold inside.”

After reading one of the scenes where Savi is fighting back the tears, only to release them after a session with Damián, Kellie wrote: “You got the whole crying thing down perfect. It is exactly what I do, too—blink really fast so I don’t cry. And when I do [cry], it is like I can’t stop. It was like you were in my head.”

This isn’t going to be a light read—and readers will have to go well into the story before there is a breakthrough for Savi. I want to try to convey how hard it is to change those negative messages from childhood abuse—and could have used time transitions to move the story along to a positive resolution much faster, but I don’t think that is fair to all of my readers who also are survivors and know how extremely long and hard this journey to sexual healing can be.

 Excerpt from Nobody’s Perfect

For a glimpse at the story, here’s a small part of the scene at the Masters at Arms Club where Adam (the uber-Dom there) is explaining to Savi why Damián is about to use a cat-o-nine tails on Patti, one of the club member’s subs. (Patti is the previously unidentified petite blonde we saw Damián whipping in the opening chapter of Nobody’s Angel.) Victor, Patti’s Dom, is unable to deliver that kind of pain. We’re in Savi’s head:

 

Damián’s swing grew harder and the smile vanished from her face. Patti’s back looked as if it would be scarred, yet there wasn’t a drop of blood, unlike what Savi had done to her arm in the past with a razor blade. Apparently, the woman had been whipped like this before, but Savi didn’t recall seeing scars on her back before the beating began. Maybe Damián really did know the limits he could go to with her without marring her flesh for life.

A gentle sadist? No, Adam had called him a sensual sadist.

Other than those few comments a few minutes ago, Victor stayed out of the scene now. This was between Damián and Patti. Savi looked around the room and saw that every gaze was glued on what was happening at the center post.

“He’s continuously gauging where she is and how much more she needs to get where she needs to be.”

Welts began to form on the woman’s backside. “How can anyone let themselves be whipped like that?”

“Patti’s a masochist. She doesn’t process pain the same way a non-masochist would.”

“Pain is pain.”

“Actually, no, it’s not. You probably learned in physiology, or was it anatomy?—I didn’t get that far in school. Anyway, I’ve read a lot about it. The body actually only feels temperature and pressure. It’s the brain that then interprets those sensations as pain or pleasure. That’s what makes pain so subjective—why one person is said to have a high tolerance for pain while another is debilitated with seemingly minor hurts.”

Savi had a high tolerance for pain, but she’d developed techniques to help her tamp down the pain out of necessity.

“Patti’s learned to embrace the energy the whip or cat delivers, rather than resist it, which actually will lead to her interpreting the lashes as pain eventually. Right now, Damián’s trying to get her to focus on the present rather than hide within herself where she doesn’t feel anything. He’s trying to get her to express the emotions she’s feeling that she can’t let out otherwise. It takes an extreme level of pressure from the whips to get through the defenses she’s built to cope over the years.”

He watched in silence as several more blows there delivered across Patti’s already red butt. “Patti’s coping mechanism of making herself numb has worked for her for a long time, but until Victor and Damián, she hadn’t really been living—merely existing.”

Adam could have been describing Savi. Her skin usually felt anesthetized, as if she had been injected with Novacaine from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. That inability to feel was normal for her now. She’d become accustomed to it. But that hadn’t always been the case, not in the years where she was perfecting the coping mechanism. She hated when Mari hugged or kissed her and Savi had been unable to feel. She wanted so desperately to feel her baby’s arms around her, but…nothing. Of course, she would go through the motions and return the affection, but had always been left to wonder what it would feel like to—well, feel.

Is that what Damián was helping this woman to do?

[end of excerpt]

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Getting it “right” and going straight to the sources (with Giveaway)

Thanks for having me back at BDSM Reviews! Please read on for a sexy excerpt, a free book for all, and a giveaway for another book in my RESCUE ME series.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Writers are drilled from the time they first step into a writing workshop or open a how-to book that they should “write what you know.” Well, while there are many personal things included in my novels, I don’t live in the BDSM lifestyle (and I’ve never been a Marine either). But my series began with three Marines who bonded in a firefight and its aftermath, and started a BDSM club when they returned stateside. So, I guess that puts me in the camp that says you write what you love—and research, research, research.

Among the books I’ve used to research my upcoming sadomasochism romance with two characters suffering from PTSD, are books like “The Control Book,” by Peter Masters and the 2nd edition of “Consensual Sadomasochism by William A. Henkin PH.D. and Sybil Holiday, CCHT, as well as “Invisible Heroes: Survivors of Trauma and How They Heal,” by Belleruth Naparstek to help with the PTSD aspects of these two characters. All three have provided me with a better understanding of how this particular couple might use BDSM to work through some issues.

But there’s only so much you can learn from books. While I do plan to visit a BDSM club this month while in Chicago, I also try to talk with people in the lifestyle. Via an online social networking site, I have a secret group where I’ve met lots of people in the lifestyle who also enjoy reading BDSM erotic romances. With the help of many awesome subs and even a few Doms and Dommes (they’re awesome, too, there just aren’t as many of them in the group <grin>) who have been more than willing to help me with the BDSM scenes in my books. I’ve also have several subs who are among my bevy of beta readers. They read over the entire book before publication and correct errors and/or share their own feelings about similar scenes they’ve participated in.

As a result, I am able to tap into the emotions of the characters within these scenes even more deeply. (I’m told by readers that my books suck them right into the heads of the characters right from the get-go, and they aren’t released until the end—at which point the characters live on in their heads long afterward.) The reason I write about BDSM (other than it being a favorite fantasy) is that I love exploring the psychology and emotions of couples involved in BDSM relationships. I don’t just write about new and exciting ways for the characters to get kinky—I write about why they are fulfilled by this type of relationship (or the significant other who has brought them into the lifestyle).

Among my online resources is Toymaker, a Dom who has twenty years’ experience in the lifestyle. At the request of His sub, eirocawakening, who reads my books, He offered to help with scenes, if needed, last fall. Did I ever jump on that offer fast! The result is what some readers describe as the best Shibari scene they’ve ever read (in Nobody’s Hero). I write LONG erotic scenes (often over several chapters), so I can’t share it all, but I did share a bit of it here in December and will share more of it below).

Toymaker also helped with a Nobody’s Hero scene involving a number of restraints (nipple nooses and arm/leg restraints in the orgasm-torture scene). He helped me get into Master Adam’s point of view much more deeply than I would have otherwise in both of these scenes and helped me keep them safe. (Despite the “don’t try this at home” warning in my Author’s Note at the beginning, we’ve all seen enough Jackass episodes to know that, well, there are a lot of jackasses out there who think they can try something after only reading about it—or, worse yet, watching it in a video on Youtube.)

Oh, speaking of “video,” He has been invaluable to me in setting up scenes for my next book, too, involving my first romance with a sadist, Damián. Toymaker and eirocawakening so graciously allowed me and another BDSM author to come into their home via webcam recently to learn more about the violet wand and its various attachments—and to even watch a demonstration that sent eirocawakening into subspace. That was fascinating and will help me to write yet another scene in Nobody’s Perfect.

Toymaker has had experience working with subs who have been abused in even worse ways than Savi, so His insights into the scenes have been incredible. He’s helping Damián (and me) in the upcoming Nobody’s Perfect to use control and SM to help Savi redirect some of the negative and internalized messages that have plagued her since her days as an incest victim and sex-slave for her father. (Her story was recounted in part in section two of Masters at Arms). Toymaker also provided some awesome ideas for mindfucks Damián could use on Savi.

But He’s not my only online resource. I just happened to obtain permission from him to name him. In conversations about my plans for these and other scenes with others, I’ve learned a lot. Savi and Damián seem to have established a direct line of communication with a psychologist who enjoys reading my books. (I’m just thankful they get HER up at 5:30 in the morning and let me sleep in.) She has added some key elements to Toymaker’s mindfuck scene that make it even more intense and emotional as Damián tries to remove the negative power the word “slut” has over Savi. The psychologist’s suggestion for the scene just makes it so much more riveting—and healing. She also is helping make sure I portray Savi’s psychological state throughout the book (not to mention her social work career) in a realistic way as she goes through the sexual-healing process.

I’ve also communicated with numerous submissives who have offered their help and have shared their experiences with scenes involving breath-control play, zipper lines, mindfucks, and more for Nobody’s Perfect and my past books. Some are masochists, like Savi, but others described how the use of BDSM have helped them overcome past physical and emotional hurts. Their input has really helped bring Savi’s character to life.

I’ve even been adopted recently by a very helpful retired Marine master sergeant who enjoys my series (and who reminds me SO much of my Master Adam, although he doesn’t see it at all). With his help on Marine speak and even the paramilitary action scene I’ll soon be writing for the “justice for Savi” scene in Nobody’s Perfect, I’ll be able to make everything so much more realistic and exciting.

I’m sure my books still have some mistakes and errors—other than the intentional ones where one of my imperfect Doms screws up (as with Master Adam proposing a Master/slave relationship with Karla when he had only wanted to get her to, well, you’ll see in the excerpt to follow). Other mistakes won’t be resolved fully until later books, as with Master Marc and “the lie” in Nobody’s Angel. (I write in serial fashion, not a series of standalone novels.) But I am certain that, with the help of so many people who enjoy reading a series of books that portrays BDSM in a positive, even nurturing way, that the stories are much richer and more realistic thanks to these generous resources.

Now to another excerpt from Nobody’s Hero. This is a little later in the Shibari scene I shared some here in December. This time, I’ll go into Master Adam’s point of view as he continues to struggle with trying to get Karla to call off the Master/slave arrangement, while fighting his attraction to the young woman (25 years his junior).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Adam had just tested her pain limits and Karla hadn’t whined. He’d even tried to go beyond her limits, hoping she would safeword and put an end to this god-damned arrangement. Nothing. Oh, at one point, she’d glared at him and he’d seen the old Karla shining through—the one who wouldn’t put up with anyone’s shit. Then she’d surrendered to his will.

Why didn’t she tell him to go fuck himself?

Her complete surrender was a helluva turn-on. Had he been wrong about her? Was she submissive? The thought of being her Dom made his dick grow hard, no doubt about that. He may not be into the extreme of the Master/slave relationship, but he sure as hell was dominant to the bone—and her telling him he’d put her into subspace just made him rock hard.

Oh, hell, who was he kidding? Karla was no sub. He’d just need to make the arrangement even more onerous for her to get her to realize this wasn’t the lifestyle for her. But first, he had a raging need to suspend her and plant his mouth between her legs, because he’d been wanting to go down on her since he’d touched her wet, thong-covered pussy moments ago.

He went to the shelf and grabbed a bundle of natural-colored hemp that he hadn’t dyed like the others, and grinned as he thought about his plans for his little kitten. He’d have to be sure to photograph her when he finished. He wished he’d decided to do this scene in the rope-suspension theme room, where he could have videotaped her to watch her expressions later. He’d been able to glance at the nearby wall mirror a couple of times while he worked, but her hair obscured her face. Besides, his focus needed to be on what his hands were doing, because a mistake could cause nerve damage or serious injury.

He knelt beside her and took her bound arms in his hands. “I’m going to lower your body to the mat now. You’ll be lying on your left side at first.” She relaxed into his hands—so trusting—and he laid her gently on the mat. “Stretch out your legs and relax them.” She did so.

Taking the hemp bundle in his hands, he loosened the ends and stroked her abdomen, mons, and thighs with the rope. She moaned, causing his balls to tighten. He’d never worked with anyone before who had him so turned-on. Her responses and surrender just about made him come undone. He’d wanted to give her pussy time to heal from her first-time sex acts, but damn, it wasn’t going to be easy to deflect his dick from its prime target.

“I’m going to tie your ankle and pull your foot back until it touches your upper thigh.” Adam began binding her right thigh and calf in Futomomo fashion, with a single-column tie just above the ankle, leaving it smooth in the front, but loose. Taking the end of the rope, he pulled the heel of her foot firmly against the back of her thigh and spiraled the rope around her calf and thigh four times before finishing off with four knots in the outer trench formed there.

Rolling Karla over to her other side, he bent down and brushed his lips over hers. “Still with me, kitten?”

Her heavy-lidded eyes and sexy smile told him she was incredibly relaxed. The woman did love the rope. “If you feel a charley horse cramp, you tell me immediately and I’ll get you out of the ropes and massage it out. Understood?”

She nodded meekly and he tweaked her nipple clamp playfully. Her eyes opened wide as she hissed in a gasp of air. He chuckled. “Soon, pet.” She creased her brows at him, but he didn’t elaborate.

Picking up another bundle of the neutral-colored hemp, Adam made his tie just above her right knee and left the remainder of the rope lying beside her for the moment. He added a rope just below her waist circling her body at the top and bottom of her hips, then cross binding it, finishing with multiple strands together on the upper side of each hip for the suspension points.

“I’m going to lift you up now.”

“No! I’m too heavy! You’ll hurt your back!”

He glared at her.

“Sir.”

Her lack of his title wasn’t what pissed him off. “Kitten, I’ll be the judge of how much weight I can lift. Now, relax your neck and head, until I can prepare a sling to support them after I have you suspended.”

He stood and ran the end of the rope up and through the steel suspension ring overhead. He lifted her using the suspension points at her hips and chest and checked her weight distribution, then added the ropes that would support her legs. He found the perfect height for what he planned and adjusted her bindings until her head was slightly lower than her torso, to give her a nice blood rush to the head. Later, he would invert her completely for a short while to test her endurance, but he didn’t want her fainting and putting an end to his play before it had even started. She could remain in this position for hours.

Her hair fell toward the floor in a cascade of shiny black curls, leaving him wanting to run his fingers through the locks again. She’d been practically catatonic when he’d massaged her scalp earlier. Definitely needed to play with her hair more, not just pull it.

The gauzy wrap-around skirt fell open to expose her thong. He couldn’t wait to taste her again. But first, he needed to add neck and head support. He went back to the shelf and picked up a long, wide silk scarf and fashioned it into a small hammock for her head to rest on by folding it into a stretched diamond shape, with the wide part under her head and the ends roped onto the ring.

“Are you comfortable, kitten?”

“Yes, Sir. I don’t even feel the pull of the rope.”

“Good.”

Taking the rope attached to her right knee, he pulled and tightened it until her leg was spread open for him. Very soon.

“Oh!”

“Are you okay, kitten?”

“Yes, Sir. I just wasn’t expecting that.”

He chuckled. “Well, I find this the best position for when my beast needs to feed—like now.”

Kally here. Gawd, that man’s hawt!

Now, if you’d like a chance to win a copy of a current or future romance novel in my RESCUE ME series, please leave a comment below. (See the list of books and publication schedule here.) [ANASTACIA: The link for “here” is http://kallypsomasters.blogspot.com/p/books-by-kallypso-masters.html]

The same winner also will win one of the “evil sticks” in the photo below, made by Toymaker for a scene in Nobody’s Perfect and for me to give away! I’ll also throw in some Kallypso Masters “swag” like an “Eyes on me” Master Adam hand fan, a Kallypso purple pen, and Romance Trading Cards for the three 2011 releases in this series. I’ll draw a winner on April 6 or later. Be sure to leave an e-mail address!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Nobody’s Hero
Kallypso Masters
self published [link to buy]
ASIN B006PA7UJS

Rating: 5 out of 5 Paddles

Blurb:

Retired Marine Master Sergeant Adam Montague has battled through four war zones, but now finds himself running from Karla Paxton, who has declared war on his heart.With a twenty-five year age difference, he feels he should be her guardian and protector, not her lover. But Karla’s knack for turning up in his bed at inopportune times is killing his resolve to do the right thing. Karla isn’t a little girl anymore—something his body reminds him of every chance it gets.

Karla Paxton fell in love with Adam when she was a sixteen-year-old runaway and he rescued her. Now, nine years later, she’s determined to make Adam see her as a woman. But their age difference is only part of the problem. Adam has been a guardian and protector for lost and vulnerable souls most of his life, but a secret he has run from for more than three decades has kept him emotionally unable to admit he can love anyone. Will she be able to lower his guard long enough to break down the defenses around his heart and help him put to rest the ghosts from his past? In her all-out war to get Adam to surrender his heart,can the strong-willed Goth singer offer herself as his submissive—and at what cost to herself?

Review:

First, I have to say that this is the third book in Ms. Masters Rescue Me series and they should be read in order. Master at Arms is the first book and Nobody’s Angel is the second. These are not designed to be stand alone books and Nobody’s Hero picks up right were Nobody’s Angel left off.

Adam and Karla are wonderful together even as they struggle to give the other one what they think they want. The issues that Karla and Adam face are real and I think can touch all of us on some level. First, they have to overcome a large age difference (and 25 years is a big one to adjust to). Secondly, they need to come clean with what they really want. The third big conflict they have is to overcome their pasts.

I really enjoyed Adam and Karla’s story. Adam is one of those Doms that just has it. The looks, the voice, the touches –it is all there in once really nice package. Karla has a bit more to learn since she is a novice going into this, but her biggest mistake is wanting to give Adam everything even when it means sacrificing pieces of her she isn’t ready to sacrifice.These two really match well together in what they want and it’s refreshing to read a story that delves into the struggles of starting a BDSM relationship and learning what both partners want and if those wants can mesh together.

Nobody’s Hero is a compelling story that delves in 24/7 TPE relationships, a more simplistic D/s relationship, bondage (shibari and more). This story made me laugh and brought tears to my eyes as Karla and Adam struggle through issues that most of us have. I love that these characters are portrayed as average humans and not perfect fantasy beings. Adam has his flaws as I think any Master does. What’s important is how he overcomes and adjusts to those as he learns what they are as well as how they affect Karla.

Again, I can’t recommend Kallypso Masters as an author enough. Her stories are compelling, romantic, playful, erotic, and more. Just be sure to remember to read these stories in order or you’ll be missing key components to characters development and background. I can’t wait to read the next installment in this series and see what’s in store for Damien.

Reviewed by Star

Kallypso Masters debuted her BDSM club Rescue Me series in August with Masters at Arms, a unique 58,000-word erotic-romance series introduction that begins with three prequels that seem separate until the three men begin to come together in the months before they deploy to Iraq, where an unbreakable bond will be formed. (See Smashwords coupon code and link below for a free copy through Dec. 31).

The series sets the reader on a journey where they meet the heroes of the next three novels in the series—Marc, Adam, and Damián (in the order their books will be published). Marc’s romance has begun with Nobody’s Angel. Adam’s begins later this month, and Damián’s tentatively in April 2012. All but Marc meet their future heroines within this book, as well (but must be patient for their happy endings).

The man on the cover of Masters at Arms and Nobody’s Hero (Rescue Me #3), to be released Dec. 31) is Adam Montague, a retired Marine master sergeant, widower, and quite the master of the ropes. He loves performing and teaching the art of Shibari and in the still-being-edited scene below from Nobody’s Hero, he engages in some sensual “foreplay” as he prepares his new slave, Karla, for their upcoming rope suspension scene.

Special thanks to rope master TOYMAKER on FetLife for his input on this scene, teaching me to draw out the “foreplay” to help build the anticipation and excitement, and for suggesting he “flog” her with the rope before binding her with he. He also provided much more detail in the completed scene (which was about 20 manuscript double-spaced pages long, excluding aftercare!) as the scene progresses in the book.

Excerpt from NOBODY’S HERO:

“Clasp your hands behind your lower back, just above your ass.”

The abrupt command sent her erotic nerve-endings back on full alert. She straightened her back yet again and did his bidding.

He released her and picked up a red-dyed bundle of rope, unwrapping it and finding the ends. She lifted her butt off her heels and knelt taller for him, her breasts jutting out, erect and proud. She watched in the mirror as he shook out the strands of red rope, preparing for the binding to begin, she thought.

Instead, he took the strands, threading them between his fingers, and rubbed the cold rope and his warm hands over her bare breasts. The sensual feel of the rope, along with the pressure of his hands, elicited a moan from deep within her throat. This was so different from the demonstration at Marc’s house. For one, her breasts were bare this time. But he seemed to be spending so much more time preparing her.

“That’s right, kitten. Embrace the rope.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered. Her heartbeat fluttered. Waiting. Wanting. Needing.

“Breathe, baby.” Master Adam’s voice reminded her of the need for oxygen. She took a deep, relaxing breath. He continued to rub the rope over her breasts, abdomen, mons, even pressing it against her thong-covered clit and pussy, causing a delicious friction there that sent heat radiating throughout her body. Her breath hitched as her nipples became even more engorged. The rope and his hands moved up her arms leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their path. She fought to maintain her kneeling position, but the sensory overload left her wanting to puddle at his feet.

“Breathe, kitten.”

She did as he commanded. His hands returned the rope to her breasts and her breath caught when he brushed the rope across her sensitive nipples. No longer able to fight gravity, she sagged against him, her head lolling to the side. His body surrounded her and enfolded her. His lips kissed the curve of her neck, then nipped at the flesh there. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and panted. Now. She wanted him to touch her now.

“Stay.”

How could she do anything else?

He rose and she planted her butt against her heels for support. She watched the rope dance in his hands as he prepared it for the binding to come. Her eyelids drifted shut. Of a sudden, the rope lashed her torso, licking repeatedly at her tender nipples. She opened her mouth to scream, but realized she wasn’t experiencing pain, but surprise. He walked in a circle around her continually flogging her with the ends of the rope—touching every exposed area, shoulders, breasts, arms, thighs, hands, butt. The nerves rose to the surface to welcome the sensual lash of the rope.

Just as suddenly, he stopped and knelt behind her again, separating her hair into two shanks and letting one fall over each shoulder to cover her breasts. Apparently, this time, he wasn’t going to bind it in the hair corset as he had at Marc’s house.

“Bend your elbows behind your lower back at ninety-degree angles and grab the opposite elbows with your hands. Your inner wrists need to be flush against your forearms.”

Karla hoped she did everything he’d ordered in his list of rapid-fire commands. Where did he want her elbows, hands, and wrists? Had she done it right?

“Good girl.”

Her body warmed at his praise. Her breasts jutted out even further in front of her, making them seem larger than they were.

“If you feel any tingling, especially in your arms, and eventually your legs, I want you to tell me immediately. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He tied her forearms together, midway between her wrist and elbow, and with bone-melting movements, Master Adam’s hands wrapped, twisted, and threaded the rope with quick precision around her upper arms. She pictured countless scenes of his club demonstrations where he created what looked like a box out of the model’s arms, wrists, and hands. Occasionally, he tugged at her arms and the ropes, checking for tightness or comfort, maybe both.

She’d watched Adam bind Mistress Grant many times in demonstrations for other Doms wanting to learn the art. Those demonstrations had been so torturous for Karla that sometimes she’d had to turn her attention to other scenes happening in the club’s great room, because watching him touch someone else so intimately hurt too badly to watch.

But he’d been much more intimate doing Shibari with Karla than he’d ever been with Mistress Grant—and tonight he wasn’t performing for anyone but the two of them; wasn’t touching anyone but her. She smiled.

Soon he had her upper arms and torso tightly secured by the rope, her arms pressed snugly against her sides. She tested the bindings to see how much movement she still had in her arms and realized there was very little give, if any.

“Don’t move, unless you need to flex your hands or fingers. Don’t shift your body. The ropes will be placed on your torso, hips, legs, and arms in very precise ways so that, when I suspend you, I won’t put a strain on your arms.”

Suspend? She remembered the ring hanging above her. Oh, my! His explanation made sense. She didn’t felt any sense of panic, though. She trusted Master Adam not to harm her. He’d been her guardian and protector in many ways since she was sixteen.

Again, he worked in rapid motion behind her back and she wondered if there was a name for this design, but knew if he told her the Japanese word, she’d forget it anyway. He reached around in front of her and threaded a blue rope above and below her breasts, adjusting the tension and attaching these ropes to the red ones on her arms. Her breasts were squeezed between the ropes, but not so tightly they hurt. He pressed a kiss against her right shoulder and she shivered with need.

Rather than analyze what he was doing, she closed her eyes and surrendered to the ropes and Master Adam’s hands once more, letting him push and pull the rope through the bindings, moving her torso left and right, forward and back, as he manipulated her body as if she were a rag doll. Her head fell forward as she lost the ability to hold it upright. Her loose hair cascaded over her breasts and swung in the air in front of her as he bound her. Time ceased and Karla felt as if she were levitating off the floor, floating above her body.

Free.

When Master Adam took a shank of her hair and slowly pulled her head back, her eyes fluttered open to find herself staring upside-down into his mint-green eyes. “I’ve never worked with anyone so responsive to the rope, kitten.” He smiled.

That sounded like a good thing. She smiled, feeling half drunk, before her gaze settled on his lips. All she wanted was to feel them on her—anywhere. His smile faded. “Up you go, pet.”

His strong hands gripped her tightly bound upper arms and lifted her to her feet. He walked around to stand in front of her and stared down at her breasts, which had swollen and turned red between the rope bindings. When Master Adam bent to brush his tongue over one of her protruding nipples, she gasped at the hyper-sensitivity.

“Oh, my God!”

He chuckled. “I’m flattered, but you know better how to address me.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m a little…disoriented.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’d gone into subspace.”

She’d heard Angie talk about the time her mind and body separated when the abusive Dom beat her. “I thought you have to be in lots of pain to go into subspace.”

“No, it can happen anytime a sub or slave so completely surrenders and is able to move outside her conscious mind. It’s like going into a trance—or being stoned.”

She smiled. “I felt that, Master. I floated. Time disappeared.”

He chuckled and stroked her cheek. “Thank you, kitten, for your sweet surrender. Those are the sweetest words a D—a Master can hear.”

Master Adam was pleased, which pleased her. She’d been a good slave for him. All she wanted was to be what he wanted. To give him herself.

“Time to heighten your senses even more.”

She felt herself grow wet at the threat in his words—or was it promise? She bowed her head. “Thank you, Sir.”

He reached out and squeezed her tender nipples until they were hard and even more sensitive, which didn’t seem possible a moment ago. From the right pocket of his leathers, he pulled out a chain with clamps on either end. Master Adam took her left breast in his cupped hand and bent down to place her erect nipple between his lips. His teeth bit down gently and she sucked in a sharp breath, feeling weak in the knees.

He stood tall again. “Perfect.” Still cupping her breast, he took the clamp with his other hand and placed her nipple between the pincher-like ends, then slid a tiny ring along the shaft closer to her nipple, causing the pinchers to squeeze tighter and tighter onto her nipple. “Tell me when it’s too tight.”

She tried to hold out as long as she could to show she could be a good slave and take what her Master meted out, but when she could stand it no longer, she screamed, “Now!” Rather than stop, he pushed the ring just a little further sending a raging fire of pain burning through her nipple, until her knees buckled. He grabbed her arms to steady her, chuckling.

Sadist.

“How do you address me?”

Oh, shit. She hadn’t called him a sadist to his face, had she? Then she remembered what she’d forgotten when she’d tried to get him to stop squeezing her nip. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

How was she supposed to remember protocols when he did such mind-blowing things to her body? Would addressing him as Sir ever become a natural response for her? When he went to attach the other clamp to her right nipple, Karla instinctively moved away from him.

“Do. Not. Move.”

Ka-thunk. Her stomach dropped into her pelvis at his stern words, which left her feeling even more skittish. He bent down and bit her nipple, causing it to double in size, and placed the other clamp over it and began to tighten the pinchers. She decided not to let the pain go beyond her tolerance level this time and quickly shouted, “Now, Sir!” But he continued to adjust it to about the same tension as the other. The pain! Oh, God! Then she realized he hadn’t asked her this time to tell him when it hurt too much.

 

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Masters at Arms
Kallypso Masters
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ASIN B005H4V4UO

Rating: 4 out of 5 Paddles

Masters at Arms is a prequel to a series about three men who formed a bond while in the Marines and established a BDSM Club in Denver when they returned to the United States. The Rescue Me series will include Nobody’s Angel, Nobody’s Hero and Nobody’s Perfect. Only Nobody’s Angel has been released so far, although the next book is due in December.

The three Doms come from wildly different backgrounds.

Adam Montague is a career marine. We meet him shortly after he lost his wife and he rescues a 16-year-old runaway from predators in a bus station. He eventually takes her home to her parents, but before he leaves, they agree to continue to write. This is a May-December romance with a vengeance. Adam is over 40 when he meets Karla and he cares for her like a daughter-until she shows up in his club as a singer. Then his desire for her throws him into major conflict.

Damian Orlando grew up in a loving but very poor family in California. While working as a bus boy following his release from juvenile incarceration, he comes across Savannah, whose father raped her when she was eight, and when she was older, pimped her out to sadistic clients. She is on the verge of committing suicide when Damian breaks into the room where she is being tortured, kicks out the men torturing her, then takes her to his special place on the beach where he makes love to her again and again. After she returns home, she discovers she is pregnant and formulates a plan to escape from her father.

Marc D’Alesso is breaking under the pressure of running his family’s resort in Aspen Colorado and the guilt of knowing his brother, Gino, was killed in Iraq. After an encounter with his former fiancé, who he found in bed with his brother before their wedding, he joins the Navy.

The three men serve together in Iraq until Damian and Marc are severely injured during a battle on a village rooftop. Damian loses a foot and Marc takes shrapnel to the chest.

When they return to the states, Adam retires, and Damian and Marc are discharged and join him in opening the Masters at Arms Club, setting the stage for the next three books.

This is a well-written book, one that keeps you turning the pages to see what will happen next. There is no HEA-but that is promised in the following books.

While this is an interesting approach to a series, I’m not sure it’s the best method to appeal to readers. Masters at Arms is not really a stand-alone book and until the others are available, it will be impossible to know if they must be read in order. With two of the other books not even available yet, there is a concern that the reader will forget the background before the other books are even available. I think this would have been better as an introduction to one of the stories, with a short follow-up included in the other books. Even knowing going in that this was a prequel, I was very frustrated by not knowing how the many issues are resolved.

What little sex is portrayed in the book is hot, and leads to the promise of more interesting encounters. The scenes exploring Savannah’s torture are heart-wrenching and not for the faint of heart.

An excellent read but really just whets the appetite for the follow-up stories.

Four out of five paddles. (It would have rated a five if any of the stories had been completed.)

Reviewed by Karen

Nobody’s Angel
Kallypso Masters
Amazon Digital Services [link to buy]
ASIN: B005R3T6VO

Rating: 4 out of 5 Paddles


Extended Description:
Marc d’Alessio might own a BDSM club with his fellow military veterans, Adam and Damián, but he keeps all women at a distance. However, when Marc rescues beautiful Angelina Giardano from a disastrous first BDSM experience at the club, an uncharacteristic attraction leaves him torn between his safe, but lonely world, and a possible future with his angel.

Angelina leaves BDSM behind, only to have her dreams plagued by the Italian angel who rescued her at the club. When she meets Marc at a bar in her hometown, she can’t shake the feeling she knows him—but has no idea why he reminds her of her angel.

When Marc’s search-and-rescue partner, widower Luke Denton, confides he believes Angelina is the angel his wife promised to send him, Marc is convinced she is meant for Luke. A painful incident from his past keeps Marc from letting any woman drive a wedge between him and a friend.

While Luke can provide Angelina with love and stability, Marc knows his friend can’t satisfy her submissive needs. Marc offers one night to show her that BDSM is not about pain, but a power exchange with mutual trust and consent. But he knows he can’t commit emotionally to anything more.

When the abusive Dom from Angelina’s past threatens, Marc’s protective instincts kick in; he must keep her safe. Again at the Masters at Arms Club, she turns the tables on him—and turns his safe, controlled world upside down. (Book Two in the RESCUE ME series; follows introduction to series, MASTERS AT ARMS.)

Review:
All I can really say about Nobody’s Angel is wow. I haven’t read a BDSM themed book this well done or thought out in quite some time. I do recommend picking up the first book to get a background on all of the Doms at the Masters at Arms Club. The price of Nobody’s Angel is a steal as is the price of Masters at Arms.

Marc is a strong dominant who is not really into pain but simply more into control. And yes, most of us like that aspect – a lot. He knows who and what he is and isn’t ashamed or scared of it. After serving in the military and having several D/s relationships, he thinks he knows what he is looking for. That is until Angelina comes into his life. Although Marc has a commanding presence and way with words, I have to admit he is easier going that a lot of dominants I know, then again that may just be my perspective.

Angelina is curious about BDSM but thinks being labeled a pain slut is a bad thing. Personally, I got a real laugh out of that! She wants to try new things and when a “dominant” boyfriend asks, it leads to trouble and then unintentionally to Marc’s arms. She is a witty and fun Italian woman with quite a few brothers who is just trying to stand on her own two feet. It is nice to be able to reach back in my head to remember that feeling of anticipation and nerves at trying things in the lifestyle for the first time and Kallypso Masters really brought Angelina to life and allowed me to get that warm fuzzy newbie feeling again.

I loved the characters in Nobody’s Angel and can’t wait for the next book to be released and read about the supporting characters – Adam, Karla, Grant, Luke and more. Kallypso Masters is a very talented author and she had me captivated from page one. I had to stay up late and finish, which did not make for a good girl the next day!

Why are you still reading this? Go get this book and check it out!

Reviewed by Star