Defiler by Cari Silverwood
(Preyfinders #3)
Publication date: July 28th 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance,
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.
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.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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.
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