Day 2 –
Thanks for having me on your blog, Up All Night, Read All Day! I’m so excited to tell readers (new and old) that Somebody’s Angel (book 5 in the Rescue Me series) is in its final edits and will be available to download at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Libiro, and All Romance eBooks by Dec. 20-22—and at Apple as soon as approved. (My readers know I won’t release the book until it’s been thoroughly edited by my team, which includes about 15 people—a five-person editorial team, two proofreaders, as well as my beta readers and subject experts.)
Before I share an ALMOST final-edited excerpt (I’ll tweak it right up until I publish!), here’s the cover and blurb! It’s time for Marc and Angelina to work out their relationship issues! As my fans know, my stories are very much to be read in order because the characters and story lines overlap. Until now, I’ve presented a new couple in each book, but these two are having some issues that required another book altogether!
When Marc d’Alessio first rescued the curvaceous and spirited Italian Angelina Giardano at the Masters at Arms Club, he never expected her to turn his safe controlled life upside down and pull at his long-broken heartstrings. Months later the intense fire of their attraction still rages but something holds him back from committing to her completely. Worse, secrets and memories from his past join forces to further complicate his relationships with family, friends, and his beautiful Angel.
Angelina cannot give all of herself to someone who hides himself from her. She loves Marc, the BDSM world he brought her into, and the way their bodies respond to one another but she needs more. Though she destroyed the wolf mask he once wore, only he can remove the mask he dons daily to hide his emotions. In a desperate attempt to break through his defenses and reclaim her connection to the man she loves, she attempts a full frontal assault that sends him into a fast retreat, leaving her nobody’s angel once again.
Marc finds that running to the mountains no longer gives him solace but instead leaves him empty and alone. Angelina is the one woman worth the risk of opening his heart. Will he risk everything to become the man she deserves and the man he wants to be?
Somebody’s Angel Excerpt 2-Day 2 (Prologue) [NEED AN ITALIAN TRANSLATION]
Marc D’Alessio tried to shake the trapped feeling that had hounded him all day as he and Angelina walked into the bedroom after an intense session in the playroom. What the fuck was wrong with him? This had to be one of the best Christmases he could remember. They started out playing Santa’s elves to Damián Orlando’s newfound daughter. Maybe witnessing the meltdown of the little girl’s mama had something to do with his mood.
Dinner with Angelina’s family afterward certainly had been fine. An eye-opener for sure. Meals with his family were formal, stately affairs—seating charts, wait staff, and course after course served precisely on time. The Giardanos, however, sat wherever they liked at the cozy table after filling their plates to overflowing from a buffet stocked with enough food to feed a platoon of Marines.
The noise level had been mind-numbing, too. At one point, Angelina interjected a comment into a conversation happening at the other end of the table before going right back to her discussion with her youngest brother Tony seated next to her. How she had picked up on two separate conversations at once without missing a beat confused Marc.
The setting had been the picture-perfect, Italian-American family gathering—so why did he feel so…disconnected?
Angelina rested her head against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her. He’d found the woman of his dreams a few months ago and couldn’t believe his luck that she was still with him despite some mistakes on his part. They’d been together about three months, closing in on his record with Pamela.
He crushed her closer to him, as if afraid she’d leave. Or perhaps his unsettled feeling had him worried he’d leave her. He’d certainly done that enough times, too. How could he even think of doing such a thing? They weren’t even having any issues worth fighting over. Why these unbidden thoughts about someone leaving?
Marc decided to make sure she wasn’t sending some vibe he was picking up on. “You okay, cara?”
“Better than okay, Sir. You got me to a very good place, but I’m exhausted after that session.” She pulled away and stared up at him, a bliss-filled smile on her face, before placing her hand behind his neck and dragging him toward her face. Her lips were warm and inviting, and held the promise this evening wasn’t going to end in them rolling over and going to sleep right away.
Angelina broke the kiss and stepped back. “I’ll join you in bed after I take a shower.” She hadn’t bothered to dress from their time in the tower room. Watching her strut toward the head gave him a renewed sense of pride in the red marks he’d placed on her ass. The sashaying of her hips conveyed her pleasure in them, too. Angelina brought out the Dom in him as no woman had before.
He loved Angelina and wanted her in his life more than his next breath—no, not wanted, needed. What was keeping him from proposing? Why couldn’t he get past the walls of his own making? Angelina had made no mention of leaving him, and yet the thought was prevalent in his mind, as if he expected it to happen any day. Was he somehow making her want to leave him?
Tonight, he planned to focus on her completely, worshiping her body. Reminded how sore her ass would be, he walked over to her vanity and retrieved the tube of lido.
Beside her hair clip on the vanity, her red hairbrush had been replaced by one with a wooden handle and back. A vague feeling he couldn’t even name washed over him, and he picked it up. His friend Luke had branded his artist’s mark on the front of the wooden handle.
“Marco, spazzolami i capelli.” The older woman’s disembodied voice asking him to brush her hair sounded oddly familiar, as if coming from a place deep inside him. Who was she? Definitely not Mama’s voice.
His chest grew tight, and he dropped the brush as if it had grown red hot. But the voice echoed in his head.
* * *
Angelina Giardano, don’t even go there.
Marc had seemed so distant when she’d come out of the shower. He’d applied the soothing ointment to her burning butt. Before they could make love, he pleaded a headache and rolled over. She didn’t think he slept despite the hours they’d lain here, which only left her to wonder what had changed his mood.
The day had been so good. Even her four brothers had played nice at Mama’s for Christmas dinner. Although they never liked anyone she dated, they knew she was more serious about Marc than she had been about any past relationships.
So why did she get the feeling Marc was retreating from her?
From the night they’d met—well, met the second time, actually—he’d gone hot and cold on her. Sometimes she wondered if planning on a future for them might just lead to heartache. Could he ever commit to something more than living together?
Again, she reminded herself not to be so pessimistic. Marc just happened to be a very private man. He shared himself with her in amazing ways, getting more creative the better they got to know each other. Hard to believe they were living together already and had only met in September.
Maybe they’d just moved too quickly. She yawned, and her eyelids drooped. She’d give him time…
“Mama, don’t go!”
Angelina jolted awake and turned to find Marc lying on his stomach, punching at the pillow above him.
“Sorry! So sorry—!”
“Marc, wake up! You’re dreaming.”
Her words had no effect. His face turned toward her, hair plastered to a sheen of perspiration on his forehead; the moon shining through the skylight showed the torment on his face.
Marc had always been plagued by nightmares, but never called out to anyone before. She’s always thought he was remembering combat duty in Iraq. He’d taught her soon after she moved in here never to touch him while he slept without announcing herself, but his continued thrashing around told her he wasn’t hearing her.
Without warning, he rolled onto his back toward her, his arm swinging out sucker punching her. Regaining her breath, she straddled his waist, her sore butt burning against his skin as he tried to buck her off.
She grabbed his wrists to hold him down. “Marc! Wake up! You’re scaring me!”
His brows scrunched in confusion. Had he heard her now? His eyelids fluttered open, and he stopped struggling. He’d come out of it. Thank God.
“You had a nightmare.”
He reached up to brush the hair from her face. “Are you okay, cara?”
“I’m fine, but you scared the crap out of me. What was that all about?”
His face grew puzzled. “Strangest dream. A woman I called Mama who wasn’t Mama. And Gino and I were in combat, but on opposing sides. Then there was a wolf.”
She grinned at him. “No more leftover lasagna before bedtime for you, Marc.” She bent to place a kiss on his cheek before stretching out beside him. She needed to comfort him rather than go back to sleep, as if she could sleep now anyway.
He stroked her belly, and she winced when he touched where he’d punched her.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Angelina stroked his chest, fingers running through the sprinkling of hair. “I’m fine, Marc. You scared me more than anything. I’ve never heard you talk in your sleep before. Or scream like that.”
“What did I say?”
“Mostly yelling at your mama not to leave you. You said you had a different Mama in the dream?”
He nodded before shrugging. “Maybe not. She looked like Mama, only…younger than I can remember her.”
She felt his heartbeat returning to normal under her hand. “Oh, and you kept saying you were sorry about something.”
He stopped breathing. “Did I say who I was speaking to?”
“No. Do you remember from the dream?”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t remember much of anything now.” He turned on his side and pulled her against him. “Sorry I woke you, cara. Let’s go back to sleep.”
A kiss on her shoulder blade sent a thrill down her spine. Did he really want to sleep—or was he finally going to make love to her the way she’d hoped he would after her shower.
The way his arm grew heavier gave her the answer. Soon his breathing was slow and even.
At least one of them could sleep. Visions of a wolf now invaded her thoughts—specifically, the wolf mask Marc wore the night he rescued her at the club. She hadn’t told him what she’d done to it yet. He hadn’t replaced it, thank goodness.
Maybe Marc’s days of wearing a mask were over. Dio, she hoped so. Slowly over the months, he’d given her more and more tiny glimpses into his soul, but usually kept things to himself. The man was more private than anyone she’d ever met.
What secrets does that mind of yours hold back from me, Sir?
Kally has been writing full-time since May 2011 and Somebody’s Angel is her fifth book in the series, preceded by Masters at Arms & Nobody’s Angel (#1 and #2), Nobody’s Hero (#3); and Nobody’s Perfect (#4).
Kally lives in rural Kentucky and has been married for 30-1/2 years to the man who provided her own Happily Ever After. They have two adult children, one adorable grandson, and a rescued dog and cat.
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