by Cari Silverwood
Publication date: July 28th 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance,
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.
Swords, Lasers, and Rockety Science
I confess. I’m possibly a geek. I like science fiction even without the sex. I like fantasy too, where women get to dress up in leather and chain mail to battle dragons and funny critters with ten legs and bad breath. Doesn’t mean I don’t also love tales about dominant men.
The Gor series by ye olde John Norman was on my shelf, once upon a time. That stiffly written series of books was full of Earth women made slave girls on another planet by barbarians with chiseled jaws and chiseled abs.
So all that above, and my kinky ways, explain why I wrote the Preyfinders series.
In Defiler, and the previous two books, there’s a galaxy-obliterating war going on. Four Earth women seem the only ones who can finish this war, though it may cost every person on our planet their lives.
This is an erotic series as well as an action-crazy space opera. Talia, sword-swishing Earth woman crossed with forensic pathologist, has the extreme hots for two aliens – Brask, the Igrakk warrior and Dassenze, the man-god in the flesh. It’s a little kinky and a whole lot orgasmic. To paraphrase a popular Scotland-set movie, they may give her orgasms, but they will never take her freeeeedom.
The Preyfinders do have a history of making slaves they call pets out of lesser races, but that is not where this series goes. I loved the idea of perverting the usual slave-in-lust-with-her-master trope, or tweaking it a lot, at any rate. If anything, it’s the Earth women who can, potentially, kick the most butts, while their alpha men are their very enthusiastic cheer squad.
You could think of Preyfinders as a dirty and depraved Star Wars, but it’s not that clean, there are far less robots, and none of those Darth thingies. You could call it Resident Evil with sex, but there is little horror and again, dammit, with the kinky sex. I guess I should’ve called it Star Evil, started with Book three, and worked my way backward, that way the anal sex might be less painful.
So here goes, take a deep breath, dear reader, relax, and use lots of lube while you’re fighting (off) those aliens in Defiler.
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:(No author photo)
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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Talk dirty to me, scifi
In my misspent youth, I was a voracious reader and among the many genres I tried and devoured was science fiction. This was hardcore scifi where no fictional spaceship was allowed to blast off in a story, and no warp-travelling wormhole was allowed to send you hurtling across the galaxy, unless the author could explain it somehow with physics and maths.
Hard science fiction. So hard your brain melted a bit reading them.
Now? I’d rather my stories melt panties. Defiler is a part of the Preyfinder series and the only hard in this scifi are the men. It’s a dirty, depraved story world but with a plot that will make you bite your nails and scream a little as the ending rolls toward you. I’ve even thrown in lashings of fantasy because it made the story far more FUN. Fun is what I need in my stories, along with the sex. This is an erotic tale and though some of the romantic/ erotic scifi out there is light on plot, that’s not this book. If I can’t make you wonder what in all the seven realms of alien hell is about to happen in this one, I’ve not done my job.
Imagine a mash-up of Serenity or Star Wars along with some epic fantasy stirred in with a few orgies from Game of Thrones and you have Defiler.
Since I do like dubious consent in my stories, you’ll find that a part of the sexuality, but there’s never any doubt that Talia is having the time of her life. Many women have rape fantasies (one of the commonest sexual fantasies of women) and erotic reads like these are as safe, sane, and consensual a way to indulge those fantasies as anyone can get. Not exactly bodice ripper in space, but that is the general background theme in the Preyfinder stories.
Talia is no pushover, though she has a lust for big, alien men with sexual equipment to die for, she’s also a strong, brave, and smart forensic pathologist. A man tangles with her at the risk of having his spleen removed with a swish of her katana. Read Defiler and find out how Brask and Dassenze manage to dodge her sword and drag her into bed with them.
Hard Men, Big Guns, & Strange Alien Crap
I’ve checked the amazon bestselling Erotic Scifi list and it’s chock full of babygirls getting medical examinations, their butts spanked, and their temperature taken in the year 2034 as well as slaves being chained to walls and ravished. The lust then melts those walls, some panties, and possibly the manacles the slave is wearing.
Defiler is not quite that. It’s not an uncomplicated erotic read about a slave in love with their captor. It’s also not hard scifi.
Defiler is Mad Max + some kickass-chick, Resident Evil vibes + Serenity (a gritty scifi movie)
+ of course, hard men with big guns (found in almost any Hollywood action movie you care to name)
...who make the heroine orgasm a lot (not found in too many Hollywood movies, alas.)
I’m not saying the alpha alien men and their dominant ways won’t melt/ wet some panties and make you scream out, beam me up Scottie and ravish me with your rock-hard, pulsating laser sword...because they will, but there is MORE to this book than sex.
Defiler, and this Preyfinders series, were written for readers into fantasy and or scifi that stretches your imagination and occasionally makes you scream NOOOOOooooo in agony, as well as the beam me up ecstasy thing. I would like to hope some people chew their fingernails while reading the last third of the story. If I get that to happen, I get a free session from my local manicurist. I hope a few need new batteries for their vibes too since I’ve bought shares in Eveready.
I won’t tell lies. There are creepy scenes in Defiler. I have an alien factory queen who delights in torturing her caught humans, though it’s all rather background most of the time. Sensitive souls might be squicked out. There’s some kinky dubious consent too, as in the whole no, no, no, Yes, yes, YES thing.
Out of all the Preyfinders series, this book is also the one where my female warrior, Talia, really gets use her sword, but we have balance. There may be gore and battles, and a few nuclear missiles get exploded in places that hurt, but all the while Talia is dying to get ravished by her Igrakk warrior, Brask, and the man-god, Dassenze. The pages sizzle here and there...and there and, ohhhh, yes, there! Harder! Harder! Touch me, baby!
A little overboard, but I think you get the point.
If that sort of wild ride revs your engines, Defiler is for you.