Intimidator by Cari Silverwood
(Preyfinders #2)
Publication date: May 7th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Science Fiction
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.
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...
Whatever it is you
look for, this series has it in abundance. Except tentacles.
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.
Her.
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.
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.
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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.
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