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Bind & Keep Me, Book 2 , Pierced Hearts series Publisher: Cari Silverwood Release date: August 30th, 2013 Length: Novel of 88,000 words Genre: M/f/f BDSM dark erotic romance crossed with capture fantasy. Cover Art: Thomas Dorman aka Dr Benway on facebook and Deviantart, (thomas@helicopterdesign.co.za ) |
How far would you go to protect your love and your life?
When two deaths turn his world upside down, Klaus must wrestle with a problem that goes soul deep. With Jodie it was capture fantasy but now he’s made the fantasy real, dragging her along as his accomplice. No one should feel so good about something so wrong.
Maybe his soul is darker than he feared. Maybe the rules shouldn't apply to him.
Warning: Dark erotica Mff with BDSM themes, capture fantasy, and dubious consent.
Contains spanking, bondage, caning and piercing, and one alpha possessive man about to toss aside his morals and take what he wants.
Contains spanking, bondage, caning and piercing, and one alpha possessive man about to toss aside his morals and take what he wants.
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Early Praise for Bind and Keep Me
“Cari Silverwood makes losing what we all cherish—our freedom—sinfully erotic.” - Bianca Sommerland, author of Deadly Captive
“Enthralling and seductive, a must-read for lovers of dangerous erotic fiction." - Skye Warren, author of Wanderlust
Reviews
Double review at Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
5 Stars
Bind and Keep Me by Cari Silverwood is a dark edge of your seat bit of greatness. You keep telling yourself that you shouldn’t be ok with the situations, but Cari weaves a story that makes you so ok with it.
KcLu, Guilty Pleasures
5 Stars
Like usual, Ms. Silverwood pulls you into her own little world and holds you there. And, it’s probably against your will.
Kitty, Guilty Pleasures
Top Pick, 5 Stars
Bind and Keep Me definitely puts your heart and your mind through the ringer once or twice. Cari Silverwood showed me how beautiful and how twisted dark erotic romances can be, and she has set the bar on this specific genre.
Shayna Renee's Spicy Reads
5 Feathers
Consent is dubious….perhaps a touch more than dubious in ways that make you say no, but yes, but no….oh screw it, this feels too good! I have a new reading addiction and it’s dark, complex BDSM.
Under the Covers Book Blog
Recommended Read, 4 Kinks
Be prepared to squirm, pant, bring out your battery operated devices, and generally get all hot and bothered while the many smoking hot scenes of every variation play out.
Kinky Book Reviews
5 Stars & 4 Stars
Two words: still recovering. Bind and Keep Me is non-con BDSM erotica at its absolute best. If you like your tales dark, you’re not going to want to miss this one.
Jane & Michael, Behind the Chintz Curtain
“Cari Silverwood makes losing what we all cherish—our freedom—sinfully erotic.” - Bianca Sommerland, author of Deadly Captive
“Enthralling and seductive, a must-read for lovers of dangerous erotic fiction." - Skye Warren, author of Wanderlust
Reviews
Double review at Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
5 Stars
Bind and Keep Me by Cari Silverwood is a dark edge of your seat bit of greatness. You keep telling yourself that you shouldn’t be ok with the situations, but Cari weaves a story that makes you so ok with it.
KcLu, Guilty Pleasures
5 Stars
Like usual, Ms. Silverwood pulls you into her own little world and holds you there. And, it’s probably against your will.
Kitty, Guilty Pleasures
Top Pick, 5 Stars
Bind and Keep Me definitely puts your heart and your mind through the ringer once or twice. Cari Silverwood showed me how beautiful and how twisted dark erotic romances can be, and she has set the bar on this specific genre.
Shayna Renee's Spicy Reads
5 Feathers
Consent is dubious….perhaps a touch more than dubious in ways that make you say no, but yes, but no….oh screw it, this feels too good! I have a new reading addiction and it’s dark, complex BDSM.
Under the Covers Book Blog
Recommended Read, 4 Kinks
Be prepared to squirm, pant, bring out your battery operated devices, and generally get all hot and bothered while the many smoking hot scenes of every variation play out.
Kinky Book Reviews
5 Stars & 4 Stars
Two words: still recovering. Bind and Keep Me is non-con BDSM erotica at its absolute best. If you like your tales dark, you’re not going to want to miss this one.
Jane & Michael, Behind the Chintz Curtain
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Bind and Keep Me
Pierced Hearts, Book 2
Chapter One
Jodie
“You’re sure?” Melissa cocked her head at me while stepping over the splattered pink ice from a dropped frozen drink. The dark waves below slapped and sloshed at the hull of the ferry and the pylons of the jetty. “I know they won’t mind you coming with me. My car’s just down that side street.” She pointed ahead. “Stephanie is an old friend of yours, yes?”
“She is, but...” A very long-ago friend. I shrugged and gave an apologetic smile. I wasn’t really apologetic. I also wasn’t sure if I should be refusing. Melissa was an acquaintance through work connections, but she knew people in the industry and, hell, she was friendly.
Leon Edante, a wealthy dentist, was celebrating some big thing. A partnership, I thought she’d said. He worked on the mainland and kept a posh house here on Magnetic Island, somewhere on the slope behind Horseshoe Bay. Squeezing in on this party at the last moment, without an invite from the host, seemed wrong, despite Melissa’s insistence. I glanced at her.
Even jostled by the herd of tourist lemmings and islanders coming home, she carried herself with elegance. My auburn hair was the same shade as hers and I was just as slim, yet I felt drab next to her. My business skirt and silver-gray knit top versus her strappy dress, and I lost hands down.
“Okay. I’m sure we’ll see each other again. Take care. If you change your mind...”
I nodded and she walked away.
Damn. I’d been set to do some networking when Melissa dropped this bombshell. I toyed with my phone. To go home or not to go home, that is the question. A pleasant if somewhat hot fifteen-minute walk up the hill to our place where Klaus was waiting for me, or ask to join Melissa, Leon, and Stephanie for dinner and risk looking like a fool if he stared at me and said no?
I sighed and selected Klaus’s phone number.
“Hi. Where are you?” Through the phone, his words sounded distant. Maybe I was imagining the hint of masculine rumble, but my memory brought the words to life and warmed me.
I smiled. “I’m back. I’m down at the jetty. I’ve got an invite. Leon Edante...you know? The dentist? He’s celebrating some business success with a dinner with two other women. Just a quiet thing, but one of them, Melissa, is a producer with Channel Seven. I’d like to go and see if she’ll divulge some hot tips on what they’re looking for.” I bit my lip, and waited to hear if Klaus would okay this. “It’s at his place in Horseshoe Bay.”
“Oh yeah. The one that was featured in Living Houses, last year. Rich then. Good-looking?”
Was Klaus jealous? A devious urge to push took me to the edge. I gripped the phone tighter, drew in a breath, and jumped over. “Yup. Very. And he’s got these gorrr-geous bedroom eyes too.” I let out a shuddery sigh that made a man beside me shoot a puzzled look.
“Bedroom eyes?” Ooh. Short and harsh-sounding, that reply.
“You wondering if I might swoon, fall into his arms, and check out his bedroom furniture?”
He laughed. “No. I know you won’t. Make sure you’re home by eight and take your underwear off in the car before you come up, female. I want to try out that new cane—with you, ass up, over the sofa arm.”
Fuck. “I think I just swallowed my tongue. You’re such a romantic.”
The picture that had evoked. And female? So passionless. My Klaus in sadist mode. My body tightened. I hated the cane. But I loved it too.
“I am, aren’t I?”
“Yes, Sir, you are. You’d out-romance a stuffed warthog.”
“A what? Care to repeat that? My caning arm is in dire need of a workout.”
“Uhh. Strangely, no. I think I meant to say Cyrano de Bergerac had nothing on you.”
“Much better. Get that tongue back, won’t you? I’m going to expect to use it.”
Where? I almost asked, but had a feeling I’d already earned a few extra whacks.
“I will. Bye. Love you,” I whispered.
“Bye, sweetheart.”
I pressed the phone to my chest for a few seconds. This dinner had better not take too long.
I found myself still smiling as I tucked the phone back into my bag. Klaus was my rock, my soul mate, my lover, my man who delivered me delicious pain over his lap, or with his hand firmly clenched in my hair or his foot on my neck. For an independent-brained feminist it had been some earth-shaking revelation to discover I liked both sadomasochism and this...this power exchange. I wouldn’t have done it for any other man. But I loved him.
I shook my head. Be gone, fluffy love-smitten thoughts. Work calls. I jogged to catch up to Melissa.
*****
Crickets were chirping somewhere. I’d lost track of time. Dark, though. The downlights were on and the windows reflected the black of night. I squinted at my watch then gave up trying to focus. The residual heat of the afternoon must be making me drowsy, though the meal and the wine might have as much to do with it. I didn’t drink often, not anymore.
From my comfy seat in the corner of the sofa, I smiled lazily across the coffee table at something Leon murmured to Stephanie. Not much networking going on, but I was cool with that. We were all a little befuzzled. I pulled my legs up, tucked them under me, and cuddled up to the big pillow. I could lie down for a minute. Then maybe I should go home.
We were celebrating...something...something to do with Leon. Whatever the fuck it was, the champagne was good. My cheek on the soft pillow, through slitted eyes I watched the bubbles in my champagne rise and pop. The tilt of the liquid, as it approached the lip of the glass, warned of imminent spillage but my hand refused to move. My eyes closed like a bank vault.
Black. Swimmy darkness. There came soft voices. Laughing voices. Something tugged at me, shifted me...the cold glass was gone from my hand. My mouth numb, my heart beating snail-slow, I sank into the sea. I drifted far and deep, though somewhere out there, I knew, I always knew, things were circling me.
Coolness on my legs. Warmth sliding up them, touching me, under my clothes. Laughing and gentle questions.
No-no-no, someone said, ever quieter.
Open your eyes. Open your eyes, but I only sank deeper.
Delicious shock as the warmth touched where my limbs met and flowed farther, inside...
I was sinking ever deeper.
Shark deep.
Copyright Cari Silverwood 2013. All rights reserved. No part of these publications may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of the author.
Jodie
“You’re sure?” Melissa cocked her head at me while stepping over the splattered pink ice from a dropped frozen drink. The dark waves below slapped and sloshed at the hull of the ferry and the pylons of the jetty. “I know they won’t mind you coming with me. My car’s just down that side street.” She pointed ahead. “Stephanie is an old friend of yours, yes?”
“She is, but...” A very long-ago friend. I shrugged and gave an apologetic smile. I wasn’t really apologetic. I also wasn’t sure if I should be refusing. Melissa was an acquaintance through work connections, but she knew people in the industry and, hell, she was friendly.
Leon Edante, a wealthy dentist, was celebrating some big thing. A partnership, I thought she’d said. He worked on the mainland and kept a posh house here on Magnetic Island, somewhere on the slope behind Horseshoe Bay. Squeezing in on this party at the last moment, without an invite from the host, seemed wrong, despite Melissa’s insistence. I glanced at her.
Even jostled by the herd of tourist lemmings and islanders coming home, she carried herself with elegance. My auburn hair was the same shade as hers and I was just as slim, yet I felt drab next to her. My business skirt and silver-gray knit top versus her strappy dress, and I lost hands down.
“Okay. I’m sure we’ll see each other again. Take care. If you change your mind...”
I nodded and she walked away.
Damn. I’d been set to do some networking when Melissa dropped this bombshell. I toyed with my phone. To go home or not to go home, that is the question. A pleasant if somewhat hot fifteen-minute walk up the hill to our place where Klaus was waiting for me, or ask to join Melissa, Leon, and Stephanie for dinner and risk looking like a fool if he stared at me and said no?
I sighed and selected Klaus’s phone number.
“Hi. Where are you?” Through the phone, his words sounded distant. Maybe I was imagining the hint of masculine rumble, but my memory brought the words to life and warmed me.
I smiled. “I’m back. I’m down at the jetty. I’ve got an invite. Leon Edante...you know? The dentist? He’s celebrating some business success with a dinner with two other women. Just a quiet thing, but one of them, Melissa, is a producer with Channel Seven. I’d like to go and see if she’ll divulge some hot tips on what they’re looking for.” I bit my lip, and waited to hear if Klaus would okay this. “It’s at his place in Horseshoe Bay.”
“Oh yeah. The one that was featured in Living Houses, last year. Rich then. Good-looking?”
Was Klaus jealous? A devious urge to push took me to the edge. I gripped the phone tighter, drew in a breath, and jumped over. “Yup. Very. And he’s got these gorrr-geous bedroom eyes too.” I let out a shuddery sigh that made a man beside me shoot a puzzled look.
“Bedroom eyes?” Ooh. Short and harsh-sounding, that reply.
“You wondering if I might swoon, fall into his arms, and check out his bedroom furniture?”
He laughed. “No. I know you won’t. Make sure you’re home by eight and take your underwear off in the car before you come up, female. I want to try out that new cane—with you, ass up, over the sofa arm.”
Fuck. “I think I just swallowed my tongue. You’re such a romantic.”
The picture that had evoked. And female? So passionless. My Klaus in sadist mode. My body tightened. I hated the cane. But I loved it too.
“I am, aren’t I?”
“Yes, Sir, you are. You’d out-romance a stuffed warthog.”
“A what? Care to repeat that? My caning arm is in dire need of a workout.”
“Uhh. Strangely, no. I think I meant to say Cyrano de Bergerac had nothing on you.”
“Much better. Get that tongue back, won’t you? I’m going to expect to use it.”
Where? I almost asked, but had a feeling I’d already earned a few extra whacks.
“I will. Bye. Love you,” I whispered.
“Bye, sweetheart.”
I pressed the phone to my chest for a few seconds. This dinner had better not take too long.
I found myself still smiling as I tucked the phone back into my bag. Klaus was my rock, my soul mate, my lover, my man who delivered me delicious pain over his lap, or with his hand firmly clenched in my hair or his foot on my neck. For an independent-brained feminist it had been some earth-shaking revelation to discover I liked both sadomasochism and this...this power exchange. I wouldn’t have done it for any other man. But I loved him.
I shook my head. Be gone, fluffy love-smitten thoughts. Work calls. I jogged to catch up to Melissa.
*****
Crickets were chirping somewhere. I’d lost track of time. Dark, though. The downlights were on and the windows reflected the black of night. I squinted at my watch then gave up trying to focus. The residual heat of the afternoon must be making me drowsy, though the meal and the wine might have as much to do with it. I didn’t drink often, not anymore.
From my comfy seat in the corner of the sofa, I smiled lazily across the coffee table at something Leon murmured to Stephanie. Not much networking going on, but I was cool with that. We were all a little befuzzled. I pulled my legs up, tucked them under me, and cuddled up to the big pillow. I could lie down for a minute. Then maybe I should go home.
We were celebrating...something...something to do with Leon. Whatever the fuck it was, the champagne was good. My cheek on the soft pillow, through slitted eyes I watched the bubbles in my champagne rise and pop. The tilt of the liquid, as it approached the lip of the glass, warned of imminent spillage but my hand refused to move. My eyes closed like a bank vault.
Black. Swimmy darkness. There came soft voices. Laughing voices. Something tugged at me, shifted me...the cold glass was gone from my hand. My mouth numb, my heart beating snail-slow, I sank into the sea. I drifted far and deep, though somewhere out there, I knew, I always knew, things were circling me.
Coolness on my legs. Warmth sliding up them, touching me, under my clothes. Laughing and gentle questions.
No-no-no, someone said, ever quieter.
Open your eyes. Open your eyes, but I only sank deeper.
Delicious shock as the warmth touched where my limbs met and flowed farther, inside...
I was sinking ever deeper.
Shark deep.
Copyright Cari Silverwood 2013. All rights reserved. No part of these publications may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of the author.