Yes, this book has been out, technically, since October 5th, but Amazon has shafted me over the categories so many times that I have not been able to post the release,
It began in Erotica, even though I put Romance categories in the settings, and Amazon did agree to move it out of Erotica.
However, they then put it in Math nonfiction. I managed to get some romance categories added but doing it worldwide was impossible in all the many Amazon markets, and the Math category remained no matter what I asked them to do.
I had it escalated and the book was fiddled with deep in the back end of its data, I was told by a supervisor. How daring!
And so with bated breath I waited.
And it came out in Religious categories worldwide.
Hence the unpublishing of the original book, for the moment. Maybe forever.
It has been republished with the same cover but with a new Amazon link.
It has been yet again put into Erotica. Lord knows why. If it remains there I may release the original book again so I can have it in BDSM and Religion all at once. Yay!
#VengeanceIsMine
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Yes, it is in Kindle Unlimited.
Yes, it is a romance with a HEA.
It also has kink, graphic sex, spanking, some murder and some violence.
Excerpt below.
If anyone wants to see how this unfolded on Facebook. Here it is below, in chronological order.
Feast your eyes, and scream along with me.
https://www.facebook.com/cari.silverwood/posts/4460978270643633
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EXCERPT FROM SACRIFICED TO THE SEA
As a mermaid, underwater, she was art nouveau in motion, skin and gleaming scales and flowing hair swathed in moonlight and sea.
As a woman in his tousled sheets, she was kissable, bitable curves, her breasts tipped by soft peach-pink areolae. He’d lusted after sticking clamps on those to hear her squeals. With her legs bent high as they were, when he’d inched away the sheet, the slit of her pretty cunt showed below. Slightly swollen and with wetness glistening on the lips from their lovemaking. Tempting enough to make him stare.
Nubile, he would’ve thought her, as he slid his dick inside her, if she were a normal female bedmate.
And if she wasn’t hundreds of years old.
Fuck this remembering her being sexy. She was here, swinging. Hooked.
Naked.
Together, he and Merrick had shared girls, upside down, tied up, doing things to them--
He squashed the painful memory, squeezed his eyes, shut, open. Not the same torturing a mermaid though, was it?
“Can you prove you were once a human or did you lie to me? Are you just a monster?” he rasped. Could I prove it with tests? “Crap,” he muttered. This was his research field, and here was a perfectly fine new species. But he couldn’t show her to anyone else, could he?
Not because of any moralistic fanciness. And not to spare her the scrutiny.
No. It was because he didn’t want to.
Because if anyone else knew she existed it would limit what he could do to her. His cock hardened just thinking of the possibilities. He eyed the hook, the length of her and began to wonder all sorts of things…
He’d simply meant to torture her, sick man that he was. Revenge. Imagining things didn’t always equal reality.
Could not. Do it. Sorry, Merrick.
Would he begrudge me thinking what I am thinking? Probably not. The man was, had been, a lecher of huge proportions. Wolfgang sighed then rested his chin on the hand bearing the knife.
This would be apt. She sang to men, then sucked them to their deaths. Sucked them off, to their deaths, even, maybe. He leaned in and stretched out his arm, inserted his fingers in the hole in the gag though she grimaced and tried to duck away.
Maybe he couldn’t torture her to death but fucking her was not out. Studying her. While he fucked her.
“Lick. Or else this.” He waved the knife. A little terror, Merrick? Just a little for revenge. She’d done bad things, so some repayment was in order.
When she tentatively began to lick at his fingers, he stared some more, feeling his cock grow harder, lengthen, push at his pants. He slid the knife across the floor to the side then put his unoccupied hand to her throat, grasped her there while she licked, her eyes fastened on him.
“Are you getting a stir of something? What if I give you cock instead of knife?”
Her tongue stilled, and she curved her neck. He would swear her eyes had widened.
Mermaids loved fucking men, though normally they did it for bad reasons, from what this Raffaela had said. What if… All in the name of research, he let his throat-hand run over her neck skin then up to her breasts, curved it around one and held her there, watching her as he began to play gently with her petal-soft nipple.
Her reactions, the subtle wriggles and gasps, amused him.
“Keep going,” he said, guttural, thick. This was pretty depraved, but he was past wondering what he was doing. Not torturing her, that was surely a plus?
What she’d told him at the beach could be lies. Facts were better. Human hybrid, or animal, or monster, he was still wondering which she was as he shifted and craned forward, to place his mouth over the center of her other plump breast.
His tongue followed her skin, circling, feeling the pop of her nipple erecting, and hearing a soft moan break from her mouth.
Mermaids had a thing for men, according to legend. A weakness for them.
He swirled his tongue over her now button-hard nipple then sucked, repeatedly, listening to her, feeling her body sway and arch, just a little.
The two of them were doing the most erotic of acts while she hung head-down, hooked by the tail. That had to hurt. This was damn crazy.
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As a mermaid, underwater, she was art nouveau in motion, skin and gleaming scales and flowing hair swathed in moonlight and sea.
As a woman in his tousled sheets, she was kissable, bitable curves, her breasts tipped by soft peach-pink areolae. He’d lusted after sticking clamps on those to hear her squeals. With her legs bent high as they were, when he’d inched away the sheet, the slit of her pretty cunt showed below. Slightly swollen and with wetness glistening on the lips from their lovemaking. Tempting enough to make him stare.
Nubile, he would’ve thought her, as he slid his dick inside her, if she were a normal female bedmate.
And if she wasn’t hundreds of years old.
Fuck this remembering her being sexy. She was here, swinging. Hooked.
Naked.
Together, he and Merrick had shared girls, upside down, tied up, doing things to them--
He squashed the painful memory, squeezed his eyes, shut, open. Not the same torturing a mermaid though, was it?
“Can you prove you were once a human or did you lie to me? Are you just a monster?” he rasped. Could I prove it with tests? “Crap,” he muttered. This was his research field, and here was a perfectly fine new species. But he couldn’t show her to anyone else, could he?
Not because of any moralistic fanciness. And not to spare her the scrutiny.
No. It was because he didn’t want to.
Because if anyone else knew she existed it would limit what he could do to her. His cock hardened just thinking of the possibilities. He eyed the hook, the length of her and began to wonder all sorts of things…
He’d simply meant to torture her, sick man that he was. Revenge. Imagining things didn’t always equal reality.
Could not. Do it. Sorry, Merrick.
Would he begrudge me thinking what I am thinking? Probably not. The man was, had been, a lecher of huge proportions. Wolfgang sighed then rested his chin on the hand bearing the knife.
This would be apt. She sang to men, then sucked them to their deaths. Sucked them off, to their deaths, even, maybe. He leaned in and stretched out his arm, inserted his fingers in the hole in the gag though she grimaced and tried to duck away.
Maybe he couldn’t torture her to death but fucking her was not out. Studying her. While he fucked her.
“Lick. Or else this.” He waved the knife. A little terror, Merrick? Just a little for revenge. She’d done bad things, so some repayment was in order.
When she tentatively began to lick at his fingers, he stared some more, feeling his cock grow harder, lengthen, push at his pants. He slid the knife across the floor to the side then put his unoccupied hand to her throat, grasped her there while she licked, her eyes fastened on him.
“Are you getting a stir of something? What if I give you cock instead of knife?”
Her tongue stilled, and she curved her neck. He would swear her eyes had widened.
Mermaids loved fucking men, though normally they did it for bad reasons, from what this Raffaela had said. What if… All in the name of research, he let his throat-hand run over her neck skin then up to her breasts, curved it around one and held her there, watching her as he began to play gently with her petal-soft nipple.
Her reactions, the subtle wriggles and gasps, amused him.
“Keep going,” he said, guttural, thick. This was pretty depraved, but he was past wondering what he was doing. Not torturing her, that was surely a plus?
What she’d told him at the beach could be lies. Facts were better. Human hybrid, or animal, or monster, he was still wondering which she was as he shifted and craned forward, to place his mouth over the center of her other plump breast.
His tongue followed her skin, circling, feeling the pop of her nipple erecting, and hearing a soft moan break from her mouth.
Mermaids had a thing for men, according to legend. A weakness for them.
He swirled his tongue over her now button-hard nipple then sucked, repeatedly, listening to her, feeling her body sway and arch, just a little.
The two of them were doing the most erotic of acts while she hung head-down, hooked by the tail. That had to hurt. This was damn crazy.
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