Thursday, May 8, 2014

Blitz : Intimidator

Intimidator by Cari Silverwood

(Preyfinders #2)
Publication date: May 7th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Science Fiction
(This is Book 2 in the new Preyfinder series.)

Book 1, Precious Sacrifice, is currently in the anthology, Kept.

Willow has her hands full scraping out a life in a grungy neighborhood where drugs and crime are the norm. Life is hard, but it’s about to get harder. Being transformed into a sexual pet for an alien warrior may be her only way out.

But Stom, the man she’s been awarded to as a battle honor, has no use for a female, not when his heart is still in a million pieces.

Though the need to be Stom’s mate is overwhelming her, mending his heart isn’t going to be enough. His enemies are searching, looking for the women who are more than they seem, and she’s in their hands before she discovers she’s more-than-human.

Sometimes it sucks to be a chosen one.

Evil versus Good versus Naughtiness
You don’t always get to have really bad, bad guys in stories. But take a soap opera scifi erotic romance and you’re almost guaranteed a few. Intimidator is Luke vs Darth Vader but no movie hero ever gets to do what Stom does with Willow. Erotic romance, yum.
I’ve always loved scifi books and TV shows like Firefly and Star Trek, but this Preyfinder series is the first where I could let loose with my crazy imagination with an alien as my hero.
Expect erotic.
I’m bad?” she whispered.
You. Mmm.” He lowered his head and scented her neck, lips pressing on her, here, there – kisses that stirred her more than they should, because they promised so much. Where else might he kiss? Drifts of air cooled her where his nose touched her skin, where he breathed on her.
Bad. Definitely.” Then he licked her neck, slowly, in one helluva long caress with his tongue, like a predator tasting his mate, before he kissed her softly again.
Expect darkness and tragedy.
Though she writhed and nearly tore her arms from their sockets, nothing came loose, her body stayed there, splayed out, blood trickling from the holes. Fear clawed at her so hard that red prickled at her eyes.
Expect sexy alpha men.
Willow studied him from waist upward, swallowing, shaking her head as if not sure of what she saw, her neck going back and up to encompass his height. “You’re big...and your weird tattoos. Shit.”
True. I am large.”
She giggled.
Expect silly humor.
There’s only one alien trope I definitely am not visiting in this series and that’s tentacles. I know all about tentacle sex due to some accidental googling. No way. Not unless someone has calamari for lunch.
Expect scifi action scenes where things go BOOM. But most of all, expect romance with a little kinkiness. Though each book in the Preyfinder series features one couple, such as Stom and Willow, there’s an overarching plot where a galactic war is played out in our backyard – planet Earth. But the women in these stories aren’t just flowers in a vase, they get to play a part in some kick ass action too.
Action scenes are something I love writing.
Once the sexy scenes are done, and the happily ever after is tied up, we need to see some bad guy alien butt get annihilated in a bullet-flying, scene of mass destruction. Walls crumbling, body count rising, lasers zapping, eyeballs rolling across the floor. Screams...
What? Too much for you? Spoilsport. Okay, have some more smooching.

Whatever it is you look for, this series has it in abundance. Except tentacles.

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Stom has been observing Willow at a pub, waiting for his chance to kiss her, so he can claim her.
He’d follow after a few minutes, see where she went. Then Stom’s warrior-enhanced hearing picked up a small shriek, far away, but close enough to be just outside this building.
As he ran for the door behind the bar, hurdling the counter and sweeping glasses and bottles to the floor with the tail of his coat, he left behind a thunder of smashing glass. People yelled for him to stop. But out of all this, apart from his anxiety over her safety, his one other concern was that he’d recognized that cry. Anyone else he’d seen here tonight could sing an entire song and he’d not know who it was.
Why was this so?
Be inconspicuous? So he guessed that meant he shouldn’t use the twin 357 Magnums he wore in a double underarm holsters, or the sub-compact Heckler & Koch MP5 slung at his back beneath the coat, or the... Pity. He could make such a mess with all these neat human weapons.
On his way through the kitchen, he snatched up a bunch of knives and forks and stuck them into a pocket.
He thrust open the back door and counted back the number of spectators he’d run past. Five, minus whoever was outside. It would do. He could hear the two men somewhere around the corner murmuring threats at Willow. He growled and stalked forward. If he killed these two, maybe that meant he didn’t have to count them?
The brick wall of the pub dog-legged to the right and he followed it into a short alley. At the far end, past a half-open dumpster, was a quiet street with a warehouse and a few cars. One insect-shrouded streetlight shed meager light. He kept going past the dumpster and found them.
They had her backed into a double door, with Turf holding her wrists above her head. Skull-head had his palm over her mouth and was shoving her T-shirt up above her bra. She was trying to kick them and screaming muffled curses. The man removed his palm from her face long enough to slap her hard, once.
A rage like he’d not felt for eons shrieked in and tore his notions of serenity into scrap-sized pieces.
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. 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.

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