Cari Silverwood - romance author - Keyboard Fandango

New release - A Dark Scifi Romance - JUDGED

19/9/2021

Published through Stormy Nights Publications

AMAZON LINK ➡️ https://books2read.com/u/4Xrlo6
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They took me. Now they’re going to make me theirs.

I left the safety of my city hoping to study the wreckage of a crashed satellite, but I ended up carried off by three Mauleon warriors instead, and these fearsome beasts aren’t interested in my knowledge of long lost technologies. They have far more primitive things in mind for me…

That’s why I’m naked, bound, and helplessly on display as they inspect my quivering body, enjoying every whimper and moan as they torment me in the most shameful ways imaginable. But these brutes plan to do much more than just tease and arouse me until I break down and beg.

They’re going to claim me so ruthlessly and savagely that I’m left in no doubt I belong to them.

Publisher’s Note: Judged is set in the same world as Ruled and Condemned, but it is a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

New covers for The Possession of Red

26/2/2021

To make these covers more in keeping with Gothic Dark Romance, I've redone them.
Used and ISAK & Red have also been grouped into a series.

The Possession of Red on Amazon

ISAK & Red, Part 2 The Possession of Red

25/2/2021

ISAK & Red is the continuation of the story begun with Used, in 2018. It's taken a while, but readers were begging me to give them a Happily Ever After.

After all... Red was left inside a piece of luggage in Used.

So here it is.

BOOK DESCRIPTION
THE PREQUEL NOVELLA "USED" IS ON SALE FOR A LIMITED TIME. (UNTIL MARCH 10TH, 2021)

Isak is a man to fear.
Red belongs to Isak and there seems no escape.
Love?
Love is as far away as the moon.
Then he changes.
He kisses her. Caresses her. Brings her devastating pleasure. He holds her hand…

After every terrible thing he's done, it should mean nothing. Yet hope rises and she begins to wonder...
Can a monster ever turn back into a man?

Guaranteed to contain dark themes, graphic sex, kink, a HEA (happily ever after), and triggers.

“After Used, Isak seemed truly irredeemable. A brilliantly woven, hotter than hell, dark tale of how the most evil of men finally came around and redeemed himself.” - Nicolina Martin, USA Today Bestselling Author ★★★★★

This is the conclusion of the story of Isak and Red.
Part 1: Used
Part 2: ISAK & Red

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The Badass Brats Boxset

18/12/2020

NOW AVAILABLE ON Amazon
Also in KINDLE UNLIMITED

This is a collection of the first 4 Badass Brats books - MFF BDSM Romances

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Or you can begin with the first book which is also in Kindle Unlimted. To see the reviews check out the earlier individual books like this one:

The Dom with a Safeword on Amazon

THE DOM WITH A SAFEWORD
Jude is a Dom on his last summer of freedom before starting the prison sentence that is med school. Q is a bad-ass bi switch who knows what she wants, and for years it's been her cute, doe-eyed straight friend Sabrina. But the only way into Sabrina's heart and panties may be with Jude's fist wrapped in her hair.

THE DOM ON THE NAUGHTY LIST
Who needs Christmas when it brings bad memories? Jude is hung up on his past but his bisexual brats Q and Sabrina are going to drag their normally good-natured Dom into the festive season even if they have to put him on the naughty list.

Family drama, unexpected consequences, and the sexy shenanigans all avalanche in with the snow to make Jude, Sabrina and Q find out exactly how deep their love goes.

THE DOM WITH THE PERFECT BRATS
Godfrey Cross is a big, tattooed Dom with no tolerance for brats. But when he meets two mouthy girls, he begins to see their charm.

When his need for control tears their relationship apart, they must learn to compromise or they will lose each other. People may not be perfect, but could these two be perfect for him?

THE DOM WITH THE CLEVER TONGUE
Reece and Scarlet have everything a loving couple could want, except a hot kinky life. Malachi, an experienced Dom, steps in to help them sort that out. But not only is he a terrible memory from Reece’s past, he’s a smartass and damaged goods, too.

No heart gets out unscathed

An Excerpt - NSFW

A few minutes after, Sabrina was also secured, naked, and standing with her hands tied above her. From the bags he took out her costume and the broad leather belt, then he collected the crop and a few other things, and walked back with his attention completely on her. “I feel like dressing you up.”

“Is it pretty, Sir?” She wrapped her hands in the rope, and raised a skeptical eyebrow.

When he shook out the little black lace skirt and let the bra dangle she barely caught her frown before it spread.

Sabrina sighed. “Sir. I have a thing about only wearing what suits my complexion. And that’s like slutty vampire slut gear. I’m really not feeling all that undead today.”

He swallowed the laughter, let the ball gag uncurl from his hand. “Whatever made me think I’d need this?”

“Nooo.”

“Yes.”

Though she ducked away as far as the rope would let her he caught her and popped in the gag.
The little skirt when he wriggled it up her legs sat on her midriff with the skirt so short it revealed her ass. But he loved it. The matching see-through bra was strapless and he did up the clasp then made sure her breasts sat with her nipples framed in the openings. He kissed each, once.

“Beautiful. Watch while I do things to Q. But, come to think of it…now I have you all tied up…” Like he had before, he played with her breasts and her pussy, even put his mouth to each nipple and sucked a while. When he had her screwing her toes into the floor, he stopped. “There. Now you know how you make Q feel, most days. Such a tease.”

He circled her, cruised his palm over her ass. “I can’t pass this up. If I put one hand here…” He cupped her pussy with the heel of his hand on her clit. This would do it for her. He spanked her hard, six times on one cheek, then ten on the other.

Her muffled groans came out past the gag. He started spanking her again, alternating ass cheeks, and kept going until she pressed herself rhythmically onto his hand. “There you go, pet. Now you’re extra hot.”

That made her growl indignantly.

He grinned. “You can learn how to wait patiently. Waiting builds character.”

FREE Dark Sexy Bad Boys

3/12/2020

Go HERE to pick your Free Bad Boy Romance

Mine is, Fated Possession, a standalone romance in the Machinery of Desire series.

Dark Math Jesus - now FREE

11/11/2020

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I did it! It has gone free on iTunes, Kobo, and also most of the Amazons.

"I think I may have peed myself a little while reading this story! With so many cocks and one hilariously sexy ending, I don’t think I have stopped laughing yet!!" Erin, Goodreads.

Has her book joined a cult?

A story inspired by the Amazon bizarro category drama when a book swung from Erotica to Math to Religious categories in the space of ten days like a naked llama on a jungle vine.

A tongue-in-cheek and tongue-in-everything book.

Is the mysterious man in black a criminal, a math genius, or the author’s muse come to life?

Is she bonkers or merely an over-wrought writer with her imagination running on scotch fumes?

More to the point is Jesus Abacus Kane real?

And if he isn’t, why does it feel so good when he …

Or when he ...

Contains zero math or Jesus. Well, zero of THAT Jesus.

Get it FREE on AMAZON

Get it FREE ELSEWHERE

Dark Math Jesus has released, everywhere!

6/11/2020

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And yes, they did put Dark Math Jesus into Erotica at first, but they moved it into the categories I originally selected when I asked them to. Phew! Just goes to show how one word triggers the bots.

This one is short and it's about the What-ifs if Dark Math Jesus was real? What would he do? Who would he fall in love with?

What if the ZonNet bots decided he was too weird to exist?

And it is also me venting about Amazon doing weird category stuff such as putting a romance into Math, A dog book into Erotica, or Artemis Fowl, a YA kids book there - all of whish have happened recently.

I gave this one out to the people who like to review mine on the day I published it, so reviews are going to be sparse. Do me one if you feel it is worthy and I will send you a chicken ... joking!

BLURB:
Has her book joined a cult?

A story inspired by the Amazon bizarro category drama when a book swung from Erotica to Math to Religious categories in the space of ten days like a naked llama on a jungle vine.

A tongue-in-cheek and tongue-in-everything book.

Is the mysterious man in black a criminal, a math genius, or the author’s muse come to life?

Is she bonkers or merely an over-wrought writer with her imagination running on scotch fumes?

More to the point is Jesus Abacus Kane real?
And if he isn’t, why does it feel so good when he …
Or when he …

Contains zero math or Jesus. Well, zero of THAT Jesus.
This is not erotica, but I bet it gets stuck in there because the word EROTICA is in the blurb.

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ELSEWHERE like Kobo, B & N, iTunes

The Amazon screw-up re Sacrificed to the Sea

11/10/2020

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

https://www.facebook.com/cari.silverwood/posts/4477304325677694

https://www.facebook.com/cari.silverwood/posts/4486559321418861

https://www.facebook.com/cari.silverwood/posts/4492469520827841

https://www.facebook.com/cari.silverwood/posts/4502305323177594

https://www.facebook.com/cari.silverwood/posts/4507747262633400

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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Coming Soon - Sacrificed to the Sea

28/9/2020

Excerpt and Preorder links below
The eBook releases on October 5th

A Dark Tale of Vengeance and Romance

Wolfgang's lover has been dragged into the sea by something that should not exist.

Stalking the beaches with night-vision goggles yields the answer to the mystery - a mermaid. He traps her and plans to dissect and kill her.

Conflicted by unexpected morals, he releases her into his pool then leans on the glass to watch her swim. The undulations of her naked body fascinate him.

When he takes her in his arms and she shifts to human form, revenge slips away...

Raffaela is the captive of a man who evokes a passion she thought lost to loneliness centuries ago. Can this truly be love? Yet nothing is what it seems to be.

Wolfgang is not an innocent. He has done bad things. Many. Bad. Things.

When the Ravening calls and her craving to kill returns, which of them will prove to be the real monster?

Contains graphic sex scenes, consent issues, violence, and some evil mindfuckery.

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CHAPTER ONE

As they dropped her to the deck, lightning cracked, flashing on the maddened faces of the two men tasked with killing her. They’d flung the hatchway wide and hauled her, kicking and writhing, into a hurricane.

The sky was wilder than she’d ever seen it, and already the power and fury of the storm drenched and chilled her. Frigid water charged across the deck, dashing at her face, tugging at her dress, as if to take her prematurely.

She screamed, her throat tearing with nonsense babbles. The men turned their eyes from hers.

Swiftly, they silenced her pleas with a cloth gag.

Bound as she was, at ankles, wrists, and arms, she could do nothing as they carried her across the clipper’s deck.

Beneath the roar of the wind, she was carried, beneath the towering waves trying to smash them from the rolling deck of the ship – muted, terrified, and abandoned by every other human on the vessel. She cursed them in her mind even as she feared for her life. Above, the rigging and masts lurched beneath a swirling chaos.

The rain thudded at her skin. The cloth in her mouth tasted of oil. They’d silenced her. Ashamed of what they did, perhaps. Even Guffrey, the ship’s carpenter and the man she had last bedded, had turned away as she was accosted.

This storm threatened to take the ship, and she was a woman and bad luck – no matter that she’d been welcome to whore her way across to Ireland until this storm found them.

If they sacrificed her, they might be spared.

She cursed them again then sobbed and laughed all at once. Her tears were a paltry contribution considering what the sky and the sea were doing. Water washed across the timber deck as if the sea had already claimed the ship.

Grim-faced, the two men took her closer to the rail, lowered her, then steadied themselves, and made the sign of the cross on their chests. This was their last, desperate sacrifice to save a doomed ship running before the wind with bare masts and tattered rigging, with the keel likely to give if the winds and waves strengthened.

They didn’t speak, though the storm would only have torn the sound from their mouths.

They picked her up between them, by legs and shoulders, and hurled her over the rail.

A mighty wave curled past and followed her down. She might drown before she reached the sea.

That would be a mercy.

There was none.

She fell – still trying to free herself, as if she could swim to safety, as if the ropes were not knotted tight and cutting her skin, as if she were not already condemned.

No one lives without hope.

She tried to free herself and failed.

The sea did not grant her the final grace of allowing her to slowly sink. It swallowed her in one ravenous gulp, gobbled her into its foaming gullet and drove her fathoms deep. In seconds she was buried under tons of water. Her hands were still bound at her back, her arms to her sides, and her ankles clamped fast and hard together, so that the bones hurt where they pressed at each other.
Her red dress wrapped her gently like a shroud.

Silence filled the void as she sank. The storm noise became distant.

The last bubbles from her lungs were lost to the roiling sea, in the bedlam of a hurricane angry enough to roll the ship a few seconds later, to pour in until its holds were bursting, and then to drive it under.

Drowning, terrified, and lost, she felt her body begin that effortless plunge. The shadow of the ship followed her down. Beneath lay a mile-deep trench. A place to sleep.

As her heart beat its last weakened thud-thud, something bit her at neck and back, tore away her clothes, and released her from the ropes.

But she was gone. Already, Raffaela was a limp, lifeless thing, and the surface was too distant to be reached.

Her open eyes saw nothing but cold black.

In the black, something lusted after her, something strange with sharp triangular teeth.

It feasted on her, plucked at her, thrust into her. It gave her life. A new, if transformed, life.

When her eyes saw again, the carpenter was falling past her, tumbling to the very bottom. Where he would hopefully rest and rot.

“Curse you, all of you,” she croaked from her sea-swept, sea-scoured, salt-cured throat.
Somehow, her words reached her ears.

Her heart began to beat again and something dire swam away from her, lithely sweeping at the water with a sinuous tail.
No one came to tell her what had happened or what she had become. She was alone beneath the waves, and although that by itself was clearly a miracle, she was unsure as to what sort of a miracle. Were there bad miracles?

The sea had become her world. She could breathe and move and swim rapidly. It came to her easily, naturally. What was she?
By feel, she found she had sharp teeth that were smaller than but similar to those she’d seen on sharks.

By sight, she found her pretty tail – a long hefty, scaled thing. The scales had a pearlescent shimmer lent to them by the light filtering down to where she swam. The tail propelled her through the water with power and grace, or so she judged it to be.
There was no one to disagree with her.

Over the weeks and days she glimpsed others like her, but they kept their distance. She did not understand or know their reasons, but it seemed wise to do the same. She was frightened of what someone like her might do to a new addition to the … species.
Was she a mermaid? It must be so.

Or was she something else, something more monstrous?

An undefined hunger dwelled inside her, and it seemed to be waiting for something.

Catching and eating fish, seaweed, and various other creatures she tried to not examine as she bit into them, calmed her, but it did not last, and always that deeper hunger waited.

Eventually the clouding of her mind drove her to swim upward, closer to the surface. Up there her new, shocking hunger might be sated. It raged at her while her body grew numb and her limbs prickled with drifting pains.

She popped her head above, into the air, and found she could still breathe, though the air lacked the clean taste of the sea. The scents of mankind pulled her to the ships that sailed by. After several days of following the ships then losing them, she ceased to deny herself. She was weaker and hungrier, yet also more able to smell them, their flesh, their lusts and their urges, Closer to land, where hills rimmed the horizon ahead of her, the ships often slowed. Some of them kept together like schools of fish.

Fishing boats. The men called to each other as they cast their nets.

She swam closer to a boat swaying back and forth in the waves, and there she found her first prey. A young man, merry of face, concentrating on his net while he hauled on ropes.

He saw her and frowned.

With a hold on the boat’s side, she lifted herself and her breasts, above the water.

The man froze.

Then she opened her mouth and sang to him in a voice that pricked him with desire and kept him staring at her fixedly as he approached. With the slightest of tugs, she pulled him closer. When he fell over the side, she slowly lured him deeper, downward, pulling off his pants and wrapping him in legs that had newly formed just for this purpose. To spread them, to fuck a man while he drowned, to kiss him as he thrust, to take him into her world. Finally he was spent. His mouth gaped, his wide-open eyes glazed over, his chest stilled. His limbs washed to and fro like pale seaweed.

Though she had tasted his blood at his neck, it was his death she sought.

Then… his life rushed into her, a fresh and glorious sun to heat her, strengthen her heart, and give her the force to go on.

She watched as he sank.

Many hours passed before guilt assailed her. She curled into a ball, hugging her tail, unsure when it had reformed but not caring. She’d killed. A man. So she could live. It was a terrible, sinful, wrong thing she had done.

A life for a life, though, her desires told her. It wasn’t so bad.

Curled up, she stayed huddled on the bottom for a full day. Siren. That is what I must be. Though really, she still wasn’t sure.
The next morning, when the sun rippled on her skin through the water, she took a deep breath, frowning at herself and surveying her long, pretty tail, and she vowed never to do that again.

But the hunger was not to be denied. She called it the Ravening.

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The Princess Tied has released

29/6/2020

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A kinky romantic comedy.

"Falling in love with the has-been noble I lined up to marry is sadly wrong."
Princess Pollianna the First, smartest royal ever.

Wrong is about to get wronger.

Square-jawed, handsome Xander gets kidnapped and his brother, John, returns from Hell. The fire in this guy's eyes says he's not to be messed with.

With Princess Po tied and roped over his horse, with hand firmly clasped on her ample ass, John sets out to rescue his beloved bro, while not looking at aforesaid cute ass…or doing anything bad to it.
As he travels the roads, a ragtag band falls in around him.

True Love will light their way, except John doesn’t believe in True Love.

“As wholesome as a threesome up against a thorn-entangled wall.”

Features Fighting, Dwarf Giants, a Killer Bunny, Storytellers, True Love, Angsty Tortured Anti-heroes, Snooty Princesses,
Kink, Rope, Monsters, Mayhem,
And quite a lot of Sex.

Inspired by The Princess Bride