She pushed herself up on the heels of her hands and smiled down at him. “I love you, Ryder.”
“I love you, too, Baby.”
She lowered her lips to his in a tender kiss. Both of them were too tired to do anything more tonight.
When she pulled away and met his gaze again, she grinned. “I hear sex in the kitchen is pretty hot. Are you hungry, sweetheart?”
Jesus, help me keep up with her.
What’s next?
You’ll see Megan and Ryder again in Nobody’s Dream (Rescue Me Saga #6), along with Adam and Karla, and, of course, the main couple in that book, Luke and Cassie. Click here for the preorder link.
About the Author
Kallypso Masters writes emotional, realistic Romance novels with an emphasis on healing using sometimes unconventional methods. Her alpha males are dominant and attracted to strong women who can bring them to their knees. Kally also has brought many readers to their knees—having them experience the stories right along with her characters in the Rescue Me Saga. Kally knows that Happily Ever After takes maintenance, so her couples don’t solve all their problems and disappear at “the end” of their Romance, but will continue to work on real problems in their relationships in later books in the saga.
Kally has been writing full-time since May 2011, having quit her “day job” the month before. She lives in rural Kentucky and has been married for more than 30 years to the man who provided her own Happily Ever After. They have two adult children, one adorable grandson, and a rescued dog.
Kally enjoys meeting readers, although plans for 2015 are to hunker down and write more books, including starting a spin-off series about Angelina Giardano’s firefighter brothers. She will be attending RomCon in Colorado in September 2015 and conducting a sightseeing tour of the places she writes about the weekend before that event. She also plans to have her second KallypsoCon with a focus on military romances in October or November 2015.
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Excerpt from
Hart Attack, by Cristin Harber
(Book Seven in the Titan Series)
Chapter One
Covered in dirt and squinting against the smoky debris that rained down, Roman Hart growled into his comm piece. “Get me out of here, Rocco.”
“Working on it.” His team leader barked in the background about a new extraction plan. “Hang tight, Roman. Cash, get a move on, man.”
Cash remained radio silent as explosions blasted around Roman. The vibrations killed, his headache raged. Worry churned in his gut that Cash’s target was still active, and Roman hadn’t heard a word from—
“Would help if I had some eyes.” Cash’s words drifted through Roman’s earpiece.
Good. Still alive. Still throwing digs, not that Roman could help the predicament. Seeing as he was Cash’s spotter, this wasn’t the greatest situation. Another blast exploded. Roman took a deep breath, not loving the tight spot he’d found himself in, but, even more, hating that they’d come up empty-handed. The ground shook, burning ash floating from the black sky courtesy of some weapons-stealing asshole with a grenade launcher. “Come on, dude. Take out this guy already.”
“Gimme a minute…”
Whoever was sending grenades Roman’s way was getting closer. Another round of shrapnel and fire rained down. He pinched his eyes closed, waiting.
There was a pause in the blasts, and Roman checked his surroundings. Detonation spots encircled him, basically forming small craters. A few yards right or left, he’d be in pieces. Nothing sounded for more than a minute. His confidence grew that it was almost time to roll.
“You’re good,” Cash said.
“Took long enough.” Roman bolted from his makeshift cover and made his way back toward the team.
“What good is my spotter if he can’t say where the hell my target is?”
Roman grumbled. He had told both Cash and Rocco where the dude with the bag of grenades was, but at the time, Cash had still been on the move, not ready to shoot, and their team leader was too busy with the flu, trying to keep down his lunch and not bothering to lose his mic. But when Rocco wasn’t being sick, he was shouting orders. Dude was good like that.
“Get in, get safe,” Rocco muttered.
They had acted on bad intel, gone after stolen codes that could arm an older-than-shit nuke that had never existed in the first place. That was, if you read the news reports and believed reporters. Widespread panic had ensued among several foreign governments. Over a weapon that hadn’t existed. So Titan had been called in. Boss Man stayed at HQ and Rocco led their team on the ground because a stolen nuke and codes trumped the flu. Rocco hadn’t balked. They’d hit hard, though they’d hit wrong, and were lucky to get out with their asses still intact.
If Roman had to guess, Boss Man was in his element tracking the sources of the intelligence screw-ups.
With the weight of a mission gone wrong on his shoulders, Roman arrived to rendezvous. Winters was already there, Cash seconds later. Silent, they shifted in their boots as though each had the ramifications of the day’s fuck-up running through their minds.
Rocco appeared from wherever he’d been bunkered, shaking his head and looking pale, though that probably had less to do with a virus and more to do with a stolen older-than-shit nuke.
“Bad news,” Parker’s voice came through Roman’s earpiece from Titan HQ.
“Don’t wanna hear bad news.” Rocco scrubbed his face.
“Alright, okay news for now. Tagged their phones with a tracker. Soon as one of ’em makes a call, we’re back in business. Roc, Jared’s patching through to you.”
Rocco switched channels and turned away. Seconds later, his face looked darker. “We’ve done what can do here. Load up.” He stopped, putting his hands on his knees and hanging his head.
Everyone took a step back just in case.
Cash squinted. “Maybe a little R and R is needed before the baby comes.”
Rocco laughed harshly. “You think Caterina Savage has any intention of letting the flu in our house? It’d be all, ‘ay, Dios mio. Spray down with Lysol.’” He stood, looking like he was going to lose it again, but then recovered and checked his watch. “Chopper approaching from the southwest in less than one.”
As if on cue, the eerily quiet stealth chopper hovered overhead, making ripples in the late-summer air and stirring the dust.
Roman itched to get home. He dug his hand into his pocket and toyed with a small slip of paper at the bottom. Who the hell knew why he kept it, but he did. His fingers had played with it for hours on end, making the thing soften and roll
.
“Let’s go, boys.” Rocco stood back, waiting for the team to load first. He had that look in his eyes, wanting to get home, and that had nothing to do with the flu. Winters and Cash hustled too. They were heading home to their women. It’d been a subtle shift as each of them went down that road. But Roman had noticed.
He thought about the woman who’d shoved the paper into his hand, promising it was only one of the many reasons he’d never get her naked. Thinking about that hissy fit over Chinese takeout, he couldn’t help but smile. Beth was something else, and damn if he didn’t want her naked and in his hands.
But for now, all he had was a stupid cookie fortune that said Beware of short life lines. It made no sense. Especially didn’t make sense that Beth was using it as an excuse. Then again, when had she ever had an excuse that wasn’t ridiculous? Each one was more absurd than the last, but that was likely because each excuse came with a slew of almosts.
Almost a touch. Almost a kiss. Almost a moment where neither could stop. But they always did.
The girl had a serious set of brakes when it came to him, and man, he loved a challenge. Swallowing her memory, he pulled himself into the chopper. Rocco boarded behind, and then they swayed, lifted, and moved closer to home, closer to her.
Yeah, he wanted her as a distraction from everything nasty that the world had to offer. He looked around, then noticed his serious lack of participation in the general post-mission bullshit as they all stripped gear.
Rocco groaned. “I need my bed.”
“Probably what’s in your bed,” Parker offered from the safety of an earpiece.
“Ass.” But then Rocco rubbed his temples. “You all haven’t seen shit till you’ve seen pregnancy hormones.”
Winters nodded. “Second that craziness.”
“You two and domestic, parental bliss…” Cash grinned as he unholstered his backup M9 Beretta. “I taught Clara a few counterattack tactics she can throw down in her next game of hide-n-seek.”
“Nothing she doesn’t already know.” Winters smirked at Cash. “Little girl is the queen of the playground. And that has more to do with the defensive maneuvers I taught her than your triangulation tips.”
Cash opened his mouth, but Winters shut him down.
“You guys realize how you sound, right?” Roman shook his head. “Little Clara starting a kindergarten militia won’t go over well with your wife. Tell me someone knows that besides me.”
“I hear ya,” Parker muttered. “Mia would kill his ass.”
Roman eyed each of them. “Christ. Tell me someone realizes that you’re talking about hopscotch or whatever instead of how RPGs were flying, Rocco’s puking, or Cash taking a tight kill shot. Someone has to think of something besides getting home.”
For a long moment, no one said a word. Not only was Roman a single guy not whining about missing the same-old day in, day out, but now he’d pointed out that they had lost their damn minds. All of them except Parker. Hell, if those guys weren’t careful, they’d all lose their edge.
“Seriously, if you weren’t reminded, you’d all get soft.”
Winters cleared his throat. “Roman, man?”
“Yeah?” He loosened the straps to his body armor.
“One word.”
“And what’s that?” He leaned forward, planting his forearms on his knees and shaking his head at the team. “You, my friends, are whipped.”
Cash started laughing. Then Rocco.
“What?” Roman narrowed his eyes.
“You can’t name that one little word?” Winters leaned back, laughing alongside them. “Ready?”
Cash doubled over. Parker and even Jared chuckled in Roman’s earpiece.
“What?”
“Beth,” Winters said, slapping his leg.
Beth. Roman toyed with the fortune that said he would die early and not get lucky any time soon. She was a headache for him even when he was on mission a continent away. “Nice try, assholes.”
But the truth was, soon as he had a chance to see her, Roman would be there, willing and ready to play their game, because it might not be today, might not be tomorrow, but he never lost.
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After putting her life on the line to protect classified intelligence, military psychologist Mia Kensington is on a cross-country road trip from hell with an intrusive save-the-day hero. Uninterested in his white knight act, she’d rather take her chances without the ruggedly handsome, cold-blooded operative who boasts an alpha complex and too many guns.
Colby Winters, an elite member of The Titan Group, has a single objective on his black ops mission: recover a document important to national security. It was supposed to be an easy in-and-out operation. But now, by any means necessary becomes a survival mantra when he faces off with a stunning woman he can’t leave behind.
When Titan’s safe houses are compromised, Colby stashes Mia at his home, exposing his secret—he’s the adoptive father of an orphaned baby girl. Too soon, danger arrives and Mia lands in the hands of a sadistic cartel king with a taste for torture. As hours bleed into fear-drenched days, Colby races across the globe and through a firestorm of bullets to save the woman he can’t live without.
The Rescue Me Saga
Masters at Arms & Nobody’s Angel (Combined Volume)
(First in the Rescue Me Saga)
Masters at Arms is an introduction to the Rescue Me Saga, which needs to be read first. The book begins the journey of three men, each on a quest for honor, acceptance, and to ease his unspoken pain. Their paths cross at one of the darkest points in their lives. As they try to come to terms with the aftermath of Iraq—forging an unbreakable bond—they band together to start their own BDSM club. But will they ever truly become masters of their own fates? Or would fate become master of them?
Nobody’s Angel: 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.
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Nobody’s Hero
(Second in the Rescue Me Saga)
The continuing romantic journey of Adam and Karla from Masters at Arms & Nobody’s Angel, which ended in a dramatic cliffhanger that sets up the opening scene of Nobody’s Hero.
Retired Marine Master Sergeant Adam Montague has battled through four combat 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 nine years ago, when she was a 16-year-old runaway and he rescued her. Now 25, she’s determined to make Adam see her as a woman. But their age difference is only part of the problem. Fifty-year-old 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 the ghosts from his past to rest? 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?
Dam
ián Orlando and Savannah (Savi) Baker also will reunite in this book and begin their journey to a happy ending in Nobody’s Perfect.
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Nobody’s Perfect
(Third in the Rescue Me Saga)
The continuing story of Savannah Gentry (now Savi Baker) and Damián Orlando from Masters at Arms & Nobody’s Angel and Nobody’s Hero.
Savannah/Savi escaped eleven years of abuse at the hands of her father and finally made a safe life for herself and her daughter. But when her father once again threatens her peace of mind—and her daughter’s safety—Savi runs to Damián Orlando for protection. Eight years earlier, Savannah shared one perfect day with Damián that changed both their young lives and resulted in a secret she no longer can hide. But being with Damián reawakens repressed memories and feelings she wants to keep hidden—buried. After witnessing a scene with Damián on Savi’s first night at his private club, she begins to wonder if he could help her regain control of her life and reclaim her sexuality and identity.
Damián, a wounded warrior, has had his own dragons to fight in life, but has never forgotten Savannah. He will lay down his life to protect her and her daughter, but doesn’t believe he can offer more than that. She deserves a whole man, something he can never be after a firefight in Iraq. Damián has turned to SM to regain control of his life and emotions and fulfills the role of Service Top to “bottoms” at the club. However, he could never deliver those services to Savi, who needs someone gentle and loving, not the man he has become.
Will two wounded people find love and healing in each other’s arms?
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Somebody’s Angel
(Fourth in the Rescue Me Saga)
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