Intimidator by Cari Silverwood
(Preyfinders #2)
Publication date: May 7th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Science Fiction
Synopsis:
This is
Book 2 in the new Preyfinder series.
Book 1, Precious Sacrifice, is currently in the anthology, Kept.
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
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AUTHOR
BIO:
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.
Author links:
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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Excerpt:
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.
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