Thursday, August 13, 2015

Hard Men, Big Guns, and Strange Alien Crap Guest Blog with Cari Silverwood

I’ve checked the amazon bestselling Erotic Scifi list and it’s chock full of babygirls getting medical examinations, their butts spanked, and their temperature taken in the year 2034 as well as slaves being chained to walls and ravished. The lust then melts those walls, some panties, and possibly the manacles the slave is wearing.

Defiler is not quite that. It’s not an uncomplicated erotic read about a slave in love with their captor. It’s also not hard scifi.

Defiler is Mad Max + some kickass-chick, Resident Evil vibes + Serenity (a gritty scifi movie) + of course, hard men with big guns (found in almost any Hollywood action movie you care to name) ...who make the heroine orgasm a lot (not found in too many Hollywood movies, alas.)

I’m not saying the alpha alien men and their dominant ways won’t melt/ wet some panties and make you scream out, beam me up Scottie and ravish me with your rock-hard, pulsating laser sword...because they will, but there is MORE to this book than sex.

Defiler, and this Preyfinders series, were written for readers into fantasy and or scifi that stretches your imagination and occasionally makes you scream NOOOOOooooo in agony, as well as the beam me up ecstasy thing. I would like to hope some people chew their fingernails while reading the last third of the story. If I get that to happen, I get a free session from my local manicurist. I hope a few need new batteries for their vibes too since I’ve bought shares in Eveready.

I won’t tell lies. There are creepy scenes in Defiler. I have an alien factory queen who delights in torturing her caught humans, though it’s all rather background most of the time. Sensitive souls might be squicked out. There’s some kinky dubious consent too, as in the whole no, no, no, Yes, yes, YES thing.

Out of all the Preyfinders series, this book is also the one where my female warrior, Talia, really gets use her sword, but we have balance. There may be gore and battles, and a few nuclear missiles get exploded in places that hurt, but all the while Talia is dying to get ravished by her Igrakk warrior, Brask, and the man-god, Dassenze. The pages sizzle here and there...and there and, ohhhh, yes, there! Harder! Harder! Touch me, baby!

A little overboard, but I think you get the point.

If that sort of wild ride revs your engines, Defiler is for you.

Book 3
Cari Silverwood

Genre: erotic scifi/ fantasy

Publisher: Cari Silverwood

Date of Publication: July 28th, 2015

ISBN: 9781310083327
ASIN: B0115U83RU

Number of pages: 156
Word Count: 77,000

Cover Artist: Cari Silverwood

Book Description:

Our Earth is on the edge of destruction, our cities are pocked with missile craters, and beneath the surface the alien factory queen lurks.

Four women of power may be our saviors. The last is Talia. Gifted by earth magic with a mastery of edged weapons, she’s a katana-wielding, geek chick with a loathing of alpha men. Although mating enhances magic, she knows bonding with aliens must surely be wrong. Besides, her destined bond mate, Brask, is an Igrakk warrior of the caveman persuasion. One dominant male is bad enough. Dassenze, the alien man-god in the flesh, also desires her and no isn’t a word he appreciates.

As they near their target, Talia’s man problems become the lesser of many evils, for the factory queen awaits them with her nerve chewers and her drills. The price for being avenging, kickass heroines could be a messy death.

Warning: Dominance and submission themes, hot aliens, and violence. Mild horror too if you're squeamish.

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Talia approached the door, chair in hand, feeling like a lion tamer, and wedged the chair against the door knob. It worked in the movies.

“Go away! I’ll come and see you after I’m done. To talk about whatever it is you want to talk about.”
“If you’re there, on the other side, you can let me in.”

He was going to wait for her to let him in? Ho hum and yawn.

“No, I cannot. Asshole.” She said that to herself as she backed away, grinning. There was a thrill to calling Brask bad names, akin to poking a monkey with a stick. A big, slightly-annoyed monkey.
His sigh sounded exasperated. “Do you have any idea how good my hearing is? Or whatever this other sense is. I can tell when you’re aroused.”

She snorted. “Tough.”

His next move was to smash his fist through the door, sending splinters flying, then he shoved aside the chair and opened the door from the inside.

“Damn,” she muttered. “Impressive.”

Running on ceilings was impressive too but this was a whole other realm – a man who would smash down a door to get to her.

Scary as hell.

Keeping her expression defiant was difficult. She found herself cycling between a smirk and an oh-shit-what-have-I-done expression. Fear had some plusses. Excitement for one. He wouldn’t hurt her and she wasn’t going to hurt him, but her heart was pounding away like it wasn’t sure.

Now she had an annoyed Brask on her side of the door. He kicked it farther open and took a step inside as the handle hit the wall and the door swung back in a foot.

“I see you’re ready for me. Nice underwear.”

Breathless, she gathered her reply. “I wasn’t expecting guests. Maybe you should leave?”

“I only just arrived. But if you insist.” But then he stepped closer, until she had to tilt her head back farther to keep the encounter eye-to-eye. Between the width of his shoulders, general body bulk, and the way his blond spiky hair seemed ready to brush the ceiling, he was making her feel like a small female snack.

Never look away from a predator, right? On shuffling back a step, she found the coffee table pressing at her bare legs.

Insolently and probably stupidly, she angled a brow. “Leaving means going in the other direction.”

“It does?”


He crowded her some more until only inches separated them and she could feel his body heat. She didn’t dare shut her eyes. She was faster than him, but that wasn’t everything. Not at all. But he didn’t lunge at her, instead he very deliberately reached out and around her, with both hands, and took a grip of the back of her hair. Then he screwed both hands in and twisted, thoroughly trapping her.

Something stopped her resisting. Probably raw unadulterated lust. She licked her lips, waiting. When he remained silent, she couldn’t resist asking a question.

“Now what are you going to do? My hairstyle?”

About the Author:

Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of BDSM stories and dark erotic fiction.

Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness, depending on her moods and the amount of time she's spent staring into the night. She has an ornery nature as well as a lethal curiosity that makes her want to upend plots and see what falls out when you shake them.

When others are writing bad men doing bad things, you may find her writing good men who accidentally on purpose fall into the abyss and come out with their morals twisted in knots.

This might be because she comes from the land down under, Australia, or it could be her excessive consumption of wine.

Freaking out readers is her first love and her second love is freaking out the people living in her books. Her favorite hobby is convincing people she has a basement...though she really doesn’t. Promise.

If it existed it would be a terrifying place where you would find all the dangerous things that you never knew you craved.

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