Nobody's Angel by Kallypso Masters Read Free Book Online

real be a total figment of her imagination? Her creativity and imagination usually ended in the kitchen.
    When she woke, the elusive encounters faded quickly, as if never there. But the feeling of strong arms surrounding her, a chin resting on the top of her head, made her feel safe for the first time since….
    You’ve been reading too many angel and shapeshifter novels, Angie .
    She tossed the covers aside and sat up on the edge of the ornate wrought iron Italian bed that had belonged to Nonna and had been shipped over from Italy after her grandmother’s death. Before last month, Angelina had found peace and respite in this bed.
    No more.
    Thank God she’d never let Allen Martin join her here, or she’d have had to burn the mattress to exorcize his memory. What a bastard. When she’d looked at her backside in the mirror in Karla’s bathroom at the club and seen what Allen had done, she’d been furious.
    Just thinking about the creep caused her blood to boil. She jumped up and headed to the shower. She had a happy-hour event to cater and needed to get going. She’d also promised Rico she’d stop by tonight for a drink. For the past month, she’d been hiding away from her friend’s bar for fear of running into Allen. Well, in a small town like Aspen Corners, the chances of meeting him were fairly good. But with the anger she’d built up since that night, she knew she’d be able to handle him when the time came.
    Never again would she give him her power.
    In fact, Angelina would never put herself in such a vulnerable position with any man again. She’d had enough BDSM to last a lifetime.
     
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    Angelina’s feet ached as she walked the two short blocks to daVinci’s bar. At least, she’d thought they’d be short, but she definitely shouldn’t have worn these damned heels, even if she did feel like dressing up “just because” for the first time in a long while. She felt like celebrating. The cocktail party had been a great success. Her business was taking off. She couldn’t hire any permanent staff yet, but each event put her closer to success.
    And exhausted her. She loved being a caterer, but she often had to take on many aspects of overall event planning, as well. She’d much rather focus on what she loved to do more than anything—practice the culinary arts.
    As she walked, her breasts bounced unrestrained, because the keyhole back in her new red knit dress forced her to remove her bra at the last minute. She kept meaning to order one of those backless bras, but never thought about it until she needed one. But after her self-pity weight gain this past month, this new dress fit better than any of the others in her closet.
    The breeze off the snow-covered Rockies loosened wisps of hair from her topknot clip. She pulled the gauzy black silk shawl over her shoulders and held her girls to keep them from bouncing. No need to attract attention.
    These late days of summer could deliver a wallop of snow on the nearby slopes, as some teenage hikers discovered this week when the fury of the Rockies caught them by surprise. SAR teams had descended on the town for days until the hikers were found safely yesterday.
    Damned careless hikers . When would they ever think about the rescue workers who had to risk their lives to save them all the time? All they could think about was their next adventure.
    Angelina shook off the pain she felt every time she thought about the sacrifice her family made as a result of two careless hikers seven years ago. Her father had answered the call one too many times.
    Miss you, Papa .
    Her good mood quickly hit the skids. If only she hadn’t promised Rico she’d stop in to see him tonight, she’d turn around and head back home to curl up with her e-reader and the newest BDSM novel by her favorite author. While she never wanted to encounter another real-life Dom, she loved to read about the near-perfect ones in her books. But she’d learned that reality bites in this