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?
A tremendous journey that leaves you feeling fulfilled with tears of joy running down your face by the final sentence. Bravo Kallypso Masters for writing such a wonderful book with such rich and complex characters that we can relate to....
An exciting journey/roller coaster ride that has romance, kink, past secrets revealed, action, emotional catharsis and a happy ‘ending
"Marco! Marco D'Alessio!"
In the lobby of the condo building that adjoined the resort, Angelina turned. A curvaceous Italian approached, long black hair fluttering loose over her shoulders, her enormous boobs arriving a half-second before the rest of her. Something in the way she devoured Marc with her eyes raised Angelina’s hackles. The woman was drop-dead gorgeous, but her eyes were empty, cold, and calculating when she cast a disdainful glance Angelina's way.
Marc tensed as well, causing Angelina to shift her focus to him. His nostrils flared as he narrowed his gaze. Angelina curled her fingers around Marc's elbow before realizing she was being territorial. Not to mention more than a bit insecure.
Oh, as if that's something new.
Angelina glanced back at the woman and caught another cold glare aimed at her.
The word popped into Angelina's head, surprisingly accurate.
"Melissa. How are you?" Marc's cold response and stiffened body told Angelina all she needed to know. He didn't like her, whatever their history might have been. The perfect globes protruding from the woman's chest had to be silicone.
Okay, now who’s being the bitch?
Angelina plastered a smile on her face and squeezed Marc's elbow. As if suddenly remembering her presence, he stared down at her but didn't smile as he made the introductions.
"Angelina Giardano, meet Melissa Russo. She was Gino's fiancée."
Gino's? With the emotion sizzling between these two, something more than an engagement to his dead brother lingered between them. But did she really want to know about the women in Marc’s past?
No! As long as they remained old flames and in the past tense, she didn’t need to know.
When the woman tried to kiss Marc, he turned his face away, and her red-slathered lips branded his cheek. Angelina released his arm and started to pull away—whether to put distance between them or deck this bitch trying to make a move on Marc, she didn’t know. But Marc wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
"If you'll excuse us, Melissa, we have dinner plans."
Ignoring Marc, Melissa glared at Angelina again before adding, "Mama asked me to join the family for dinner tonight to welcome you home."
Marc's arm jerked reflexively against her back before he relaxed it again. Angelina wished the floor would just open up now and swallow her whole if she was going to have to sit through this meet-the-parents meal from hell with not only Marc's intimidating family but a woman who might be an old flame, too.
Ever polite, Marc held his arm out to indicate that Melissa should precede them across the lobby. Angelina got the full impact of Melissa's perfectly shaped ass and fuck-me stilettos as the woman undulated toward the elevator alcove. While Melissa didn't wobble at all on the heels, Angelina would have fallen flat on her face.
Brass-encased, filigreed mirrors on three walls of the alcove made it impossible to look anywhere without seeing Melissa's absolutely stunning body. Tearing her gaze away from the woman's perfection, Angelina looked up at the floor numbers above the elevator doors, watching as one of two cars made its way slowly to the first floor.
She wished she'd gone with Damián and Savi to dinner at the lodge, not wanting to be here. The red floor numbers blurred, and she blinked away tears of frustration and trepidation. When the bell dinged and the door opened, Melissa walked into the elevator with her head held high, as if she owned the place. She turned and pushed the button for the floor she obviously knew by heart, giving Angelina a smug look that clearly stated, "I belong here. You don't."
When Angelina would have followed her into the elevator, Marc's arm around her waist held her back. Puzzled, she looked up at him as he grinned at Melissa. Angelina followed his gaze.
"Tell my mother we've been detained a bit, but we’ll be there shortly."
The doors began to close on a glaring Melissa, who realized too late she'd been outmaneuvered. Angelina smiled back at her as the doors closed.
"Come, cara. We need to talk."
Oh, Dio. Her triumphant joy was short-lived. Would he tell her what this woman meant to him?
Leading her back toward the lobby, he guided her into a secluded corner where burgundy velvet covered an expensive-looking empire sofa set between two matching wingback chairs. The furniture surrounded an inlaid mahogany coffee table. The windows superimposed their reflections overlooking Aspen. Marc turned her toward him. Melissa's lipstick stood out against his cheek and she reached down to pluck a couple tissues from the container on the coffee table before wiping that woman's mark off her man's face.
Memories of the marks he'd placed on her ass from her spanking earlier made her smile.
Her smile softened the muscles in Marc's jaw, which had been as hard as steel under her ministrations. His eyes crinkled as he grinned. "What questions are scurrying through that busy mind of yours, cara?" Angelina looked down, but his hand on her chin forced her to return her gaze to his face. "Ask me what you want to know, and I will answer your questions."
"Who…" Angelina cleared the frog in her throat and started again. Over the past few months, Marc had insisted she tell him truthfully whatever was on her mind. He'd be forthcoming with her as long as she asked the right questions. She'd never needed to ask the right questions more than now.
"Who is she? What does she mean to you?" Did. She meant did, not does. Dio, please don't let the woman mean anything to him anymore.
Marc's warm fingers brushed a stray hair off her forehead. "She's nothing to me now,” he glanced away, making her nervous. “But there was a time I almost proposed to her."
Mio Dio. Angelina didn't want to know that he was attracted to someone that perfect. That beautiful. Angelina could never have a body like that without serious reconstruction. She wouldn't do that for any man. Not even Marc.
Marc grabbed her upper arms as she struggled in vain to pull away.
"The operative word, cara, is was. I found her in bed with Gino the day I planned to propose."
She searched Marc's gaze. More relief than regret showed, so she let herself relax a little more. "Did you love her?"
He grinned and shrugged. "I was young and horny and mistook that for love. In these past few months, you’ve shown me how stupid I was back then by exhibiting real love. Let's just say I was a young man unable to get beyond the woman's surgically enhanced body to see the phony person inside.” A glint of mischief shown in his eyes. “Besides, you know I prefer yours to plastic ones."
He reached up, and Angelina looked toward the hallway as she hissed, "Don't you dare!"
Marc ignored her embarrassment and tweaked her nipples, sending heat pooling to her core. "Marc…"
He lowered his face to hers and captured her lips in a searing kiss that only left her wanting more. His teeth pulled at her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. Her tongue entered his mouth and tangled with his before she broke away, drawing ragged breaths.
He'd already left her on the edge of an orgasm once today. If she made it through this dinner without yanking him into the bathroom for a quickie, it would be a miracle. She could just imagine how swollen and well-kissed her mouth must look now.
She hoped it was obvious to Melissa when they got upstairs.
Well this is the last of the currently published books for Kallypso Masters' Rescue Me Series, but fear not that she has more books coming.
With that being said let me dive into the review for this book... Now this book to me is the longest one in the series, but it is also the one that spans the most amount of time in a way. Through Nobody's Perfect we know something is going on with Marc and Angelina, but don't know what it is. Somebody's Angel starts off right where Nobody's Hero left off and keeps going until the point that Nobody's Perfect ends and gives us all those answers to the questions that we had during the other book.
I enjoyed finding out so much more about Marc and why he is the way he is, and what is so important and significant when it comes to the wolf mask. We also find out why Angelina hates it so much. Why she feels that even though she'd destroyed the original mask he was still wearing one.
Angelina's strength and love are so strong, she helps him even when he doesn't deserve it. It's really beautiful how she devotes herself to him and shows him what real love is even when he doesn't know what that is. She also finds a positive way to keep herself occupied and do things for herself when Mark isn't around.
There are also a few scenes and parts in this book that are hard, but a definite necessary evil. As well as you have one or two that will overlap, but that is inevitable when the book spans from the end of one book to the end of the next...
Anyway, I hope my reviews of this series have helped you decide to buy the books... I promise you they are fantastic and you won't want to put them down.
Happy Reading... Adri