Defiler
by Cari Silverwood
(Preyfinders
#3)
Publication
date: July 28th 2015
Genres:
Adult, Romance, Science Fiction
Synopsis:
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.
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, dubious consent, hot aliens, and
violence. Mild horror too if you’re squeamish.
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TEASER
Excerpt:
The
rhythm of the fight sang to her muscles and her mind. Brask went down
to her blade, once, twice. They commenced again. The clunk and clang
echoed in the room. Outside was pure darkness due to the window
reflecting back the faint light Dassenze possessed. She parried and
leapt backward, ready to return.
“Stop!”
Dassenze cried. “Let’s try this instead. Catch.”
Brask
caught the flung object and sent his sword skidding along the table
toward Dassenze. The object was small and pistol shaped. He held it
up for her to see. “This simulates a handgun, Talia.”
“Yes.
I can tell if it hits you. It emits intermittent bursts of green
light. I want to see if you can avoid being shot before reaching
Brask. It’s dark. You’re tired. I can see you’re slowing down.”
“Okay.”
He didn’t miss much. She was tiring but so was Brask. She let her
gaze calibrate the hard curves of his arms and the sheen of sweat on
his chest and abdomen. These Igrakk aliens didn’t differ much at
all from humans.
“Like
what you see?” With his thumb, Brask flicked something on the
pistol. A green dot blinked on the floor in front of him.
“I
was simply comparing your anatomy to that of humans.”
“And?
What did you decide?”
The
angle of his eyebrow and timbre of his voice fascinated her. Anatomy
sounded clinical and her reaction was definitely not that. Something
about having to look up at him, even from across the room, triggered
an oh yum response. Next she’d be asking for his autograph.
She
untangled her thoughts and searched for a witty reply. It didn’t
arrive in time and for once honesty came first.
“That
you look very similar to a man.” She cleared her throat. “In your
musculature. I’ve studied anatomy before getting my forensic
pathology degree.”
“Does
that surprise you?”
Dassenze
chipped in. “Throughout the universe, all intelligent life,
excluding our enemies the Bak-lal, are mammals and compatible enough
to mate and produce viable offspring.”
His
words died away. The room was quiet. She was alone with them and they
all knew what the other was thinking. Reproduction. Sex. Only her
thoughts had gone precisely, unerringly, to the dirtiest possible
arrangement with the two of them fucking her at once.
Abort
that thought. Shit, damn, and crap. Stop thinking dirty.
The
heat of a blush arrived. Then she wondered if those specifications
included the Ascend who were supposed to be gods. She wasn’t going
to ask.
“In
case you’re wondering, we Ascend don’t quite fit into that
system.”
Could
he mind read?
“We
can mate but not have offspring. There have been no new Ascend for
several hundred years.
That
was sad. Her eyes fixed on Dassenze. “How old are you?” Could a
god have an age?
“I’m
very old.” His smile was barely there. “Now we’ve settled that.
Begin. Get from where you are to Dassenze without being hit. Begin
when this pen hits the floor.” He held his closed fist at his
knee’s height.
The
pen fell, tumbling.
Her
flight was a rapid parabola curving to wall and back in, with a
somersault and a spin to confuse his aim. The force when she hit him
surprised even her and he thunked backward with her on top of him and
the sword point diving toward his neck with her full weight behind
it.
At
the last microsecond, Brask batted it away. The sword flew sideways
and stuck into the upholstery of a chair, yards away to the side.
A
second later, it was back in her hand. Gaping, still straddling
Brask’s stomach, she stared at the blade. How?
Then
he hauled her down and kissed her.
The
impact went through her like a flight of slow motion doves. Bliss.
Everything shut down except an awareness of him beneath her and his
lips on hers. His hand was at the back of her head and he threaded
his fingers through her hair, gathering more in his fist to pull her
even closer. To keep her still.
But
she wasn’t going anywhere.
The
kiss lasted forever, or it seemed so. While they kissed she lived
only that moment, the press on her skin, the heat, the parting to
allow his tongue inside her. When his lips left hers she was struck
by the loss. She kept her eyes shut, reliving what had happened even
though his breathing was still so close, inches away, warming her
face.
And
as he breathed, she rose and fell. Her thighs were spread. She was
vulnerable, despite her position above.
She
opened her eyes.
He
looked up at her, smiling, with his fingers still tight in her hair,
pulling on her scalp.
Any
minute, he would fling her down and roll her over, pull down her
tights and fuck her.
Her
resistance had vanished. He could rip a hole in her tights and do her
sitting here. She drew her lower lip between her teeth, on the edge
of leaning down and whispering it to his ear.
AUTHOR
BIO:
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.
Own
me Until Forever, Book 5 in the Pierced Hearts series, will be out
late 2014
My
website, if you're curious about my other evil pursuits:
http://www.carisilverwood.net/
To
find out about upcoming releases, please join Cari's mailing list
here carisilverwood.net/about-me.html
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