Cari Silverwood is here today to talk about her newest release, Intimidator Book 2: Preyfinders
* * * *There’s a freedom in writing a scifi or fantasy story that you can’t get anywhere else. Imagination is King but if you go too far you’ll have readers scratching their heads over the barrage of weird alien language and critters with sixteen legs. A bit like trying to figure out whose hand is where in a ménage, only far worse.
I kept that in mind while writing Intimidator. I wanted a story you could immerse yourself in without too much excess over the top stuff. Crap-tech I think I’ll christen this sort of too sciency stuff that can be dumped on you in a story.
This is a story for those who like to stretch their imagination but don’t want to give it a hernia.
So here is what you will get.
STOM - My sexy alien man who IS very human and who has a heart that melts a little and goes thud thud when he sees his woman/ bond mate, Willow. He’s got a stripy chest too. Lick
NO TENTACLE SEX. Or tentacles on my man. I decided, strangely, that the calamari could wait for another book.
ROMANCE but with a big helping of alpha male.
CAPTURE FANTASY. But sweet capture fantasy, in other words, it’s all sexy and delicious and Willow has a hard time not swooning when Stom walks in. Except for when she’s scowling at him, or shooting him.
KINKINESS. Sigh. I have a hard time not including kink in my stories so my alphas are, minimum, always keen on the dominance thing. Stom has a fling with using a collar and leash on Willow but he’s more growly beast type and not into S and m apart from threatening a spanking here and there. I don’t think he ever followed through. Where did I go wrong?
Scifi ACTION. Yep, I’m a Joss Whedon/ Firefly/ Star Wars fan, and love adding a few fight and battle scenes. Even if my women do the swoony ‘please take me’ thing with their men, they’re not afraid of wielding sword, Glock, flame, or claws. The men are warriors and armed to the teeth, of course.
As a result of the above expect a modicum of GORE and a smidge of HORROR too. But it’s only there to make you worry. Which is good, right?
This is a series called Preyfinders – I hope to do four books all up, including Precious Sacrifice, the Book 1 novella that’s out in the Kept anthology. So strap on your holsters, unrack those spiky alien rifles with little buttons and shit, hang onto the nearest alien hunk (uh-uh, no nibbling on him), and RUN.
If we leave you behind the factory queen (think huge monster insect beast thing) gets to play with you and she likes brains...and YouTube, she has a thing for that too.
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She stood. Anger tore her up. The next words blurted out before she could stop herself. “Fuck you.”
Ally might be wondering why she was out here. Forget this asshole.
“Wait. Willow.” He shot upright and grabbed her hands then added in his rumbly voice that shivered deep inside her, “You need to believe me.”
When she tugged and tugged, and couldn’t get free, her anger, stupidly, drained away.
He stared down at her like he could drive his words into her very soul. “Believe. You must believe me. Run away, fast. Go tomorrow.”
She swallowed, petrified, but not of him holding her. The fear was of what he meant, of how he was distorting her reality. Somewhere in what he said, she sensed truth and a world of horrendous and incalculable wrongness.
“I can’t.” Her words sounded so squeaky. “I have Ally. She needs me.” Tears wet her eyelids and she trembled. “I can’t leave.”
It would take her weeks to convince Ally. Months to sell the house. She had no spare cash, nowhere else to go, and why was she even contemplating all this?
Then he leaned in and kissed her. He wrapped his big solid, man-heavy arms around her, fairly crushing her to him, and kissed.
A shudder of lust slammed into her every cell. A volcanic explosion might, barely, have had the same effect. She opened her mouth and found he was already taking advantage of that small concession – nipping, licking and pushing his tongue inward past her lips. His wide thigh had somehow nudged her legs apart. His male scent assaulted her as much as the feel of him taking of her what he wanted.
Goose bumps swept across her skin in a chill wave that seemed to sensitize every tiny hair on her body.
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Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of BDSM stories and dark erotic fiction.
She writes the way the world should be - dangerous and sexy with bullets piercing the darkness and lovers wrenched close by ropes. When you need escape, when you need that rough lover to bring you to your knees, here you will find stories to singe your fingers. The taste of adventure, the tang of BDSM, the burn of fantasy run wild. Brace yourselves, if you dare to read.
And...in this real world, she has a lovely family in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs...a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what she writes, and a menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.