Sexy smartass fun with BDSM by Cari Silverwood

Sexy smartass fun with BDSM with Cari Silverwood, Leia Shaw and Sorcha Black

The Dom with a Safeword is a contemporary Mff romance. Though there is a ghost element to this story it’s pretty firmly set in reality, in New Jersey. I co-authored this one with 2 other authors.
I wrote the Dom, Jude. Leia Shaw wrote the innocent submissive, Sabrina, who is new to both BDSM and girl on girl. And Sorcha Black wrote the bisexual switch Q, who hates her real name and rarely tells it.

Here’s what the book’s about:

Late at night, on an amateur ghost hunt, Sabrina and her best friend Q are caught trespassing by the gorgeous, blonde Jude. The embers of attraction between them sizzle when they discover Jude’s kinks match their own. Jude is a Dom on his last summer of freedom before starting the prison sentence that is med school. Q is a badass bi switch who knows what she wants, and for years it’s been her cute, doe-eyed straight friend Sabrina. But the only way for Q into Sabrina’s heart and panties may be with Jude’s fist wrapped in her hair.

Domming the bratty Q and mischievous Sabrina isn’t going to be easy but Jude relishes the challenge. At the end of the summer, will they find a way to stay together when everything is tearing them apart?

So as you can see, we have, not one, but two brats in this story.

Here’s Jude:

“So… what methods have failed to teach you manners?”
She was relieved by the change in subject, but had no plans to give him ammunition. “Hmmm. Most. Brats are notoriously hard to teach.” Q took a sip of her coffee, but watched him closely. Time to see if this one was up to the challenge or if he’d bolt.
Jude’s face lit up. “I have a soft spot for brats. So you’re a brat switch?”
“Yes,” she said, surprised. “A brat switch. A veritable social pariah in the fet world. You don’t have a hate-on for girls like me?”
“Not a hate-on, no.” He winked and Q got caught in the wave of a full on, hot-faced blush.
There was an awkward silence as she floundered for something to say that wasn’t tie me up and make me your bitch. He smirked and waited, like toying with her was amusing. It made her submissive side go straight into overdrive.
She dropped her gaze and waited.
“Have you had a Dom?”

This story’s characters are based loosely on people we know and their relationships. One of the things we wanted to do with this book was to make sure there was a hearty dose of humor and fun woven in. Because really, who doesn’t see some fun in the world at some time? Sex should be enjoyable, and hell, BDSM too, however you get your kicks. A lot of Doms in fiction seem to have lost their funny bone somewhere down the back of the couch. Hence Jude was born. The man knows how to have fun and how to, mostly, keep up with two of the brattiest brats around. And if he misses the punishment mark sometimes, he makes them pay for it later, if he remembers. He’s fair yet not infallible.
The story isn’t at all slapstick and silly though, and there’s a lot of sadness toward the end. We hope it makes for a great balance.

I’ll leave you with a quote from a beta reader, and then an excerpt.

"I ended up feeling part of the story, personally invested in the different characters. I can't even say how much I loved the book it is funny, heart-warming and intense all at the same time. The sex/play scenes are out of this world good."

Excerpt:

   “Fuck,” he said, awestruck. “Holy hell.” He bit her neck, once, twice, sinking his teeth in and not releasing her for a few seconds, though she whimpered. Then he pulled out and unglued his fingers from her hips.
    The view down below, as he withdrew, made him admire Sabrina’s curves.
    “Your ass would sink a thousand ships, girl.” The quiet giggle from Q and shake of Sabrina’s shoulders made him rethink. “And launch them too.”
    After he’d released the rope from the wrist cuffs, they were still giggling.
    “You’re both on probation.” The burst of more giggling just left him shaking his head. He swept Sabrina into his arms.
    Coyly, she shook out her hair and hung onto his shoulders. “Where are you taking me, fair prince, to the shower?”
    “No.” He hefted her higher, and paced toward the couch. “Over here. You haven’t forgotten your promise?”
    “Umm. No. But I’m all sweaty and icky though. We both are. We want a shower, don’t we, Q?”
    “Uh-uh. No shower. Not yet. I like you all sweaty. You’re tastier.” He paused to kiss her deeply, before setting her down at the front of the couch. A blanket he’d put next to the couch went over it. When he pointed to the floor, Q followed suit and kneeled next to Sabrina. “I want to see what my pet can do to my switch.”
    Q eyed him a little suspiciously.

What’s your opinion of BDSM in romance fiction? Do you like some humor or would you rather the tone of these stories be darker? I know with some of the darker themes humor would not work as well unless you wrote it in very carefully. But in our story it fitted the people so well. Without it Jude wouldn’t have had half as much fun!

Buylinks –
http://www.carisilverwood.net/the-dom-with-a-safeword-sample.html
AMAZON
 

Cari Silverwood 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 furry menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.

 

Leia Shaw is the bestselling author of the paranormal romance series, Shadows of Destiny. Thinking up fae politics, plotting dragon power games, and calculating how fast werewolves can change forms has given her a way to express those dark places in her mind. More recently, she’s branched out into the erotic world and has written two humorous but heartwarming contemporary BDSM romances, 31 Flavors of Kink and The Dom with a Safeword.

Leia lives in New England with her husband and two kids. Though she will go to her grave denying it, her husband insists she would be thrilled if he suddenly sprouted fangs 
 

Sorcha Black writes fantasy about women who are too busy fighting, suffering, loving, and generally getting shit done to think of themselves as heroes.

In her real life, Sorcha is married to a lazy but well-loved man and has a shoe full of children. She does her best writing on scraps of paper at red lights.

Author links –
www.carisilverwood.net

Twitter @CariSilverwood
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THURSDAY TEASER - Cari Silverwood

How the book was made -- Lust Plague -- #2 in the Steamwork Chronicles series.

Lust Plague is the first novel I’ve completed since I had my first book, CAPA nominated, Three Days of Dominance published back in June 2011. Iron Dominance and Rough Surrender were both written a bit earlier.

I decided Lust Plague would be as fun as I could make it. I used my pre-existing steampunk world from Iron Dominance with all the airships and wonderful weaponry and mechanical contraptions. I threw in a plot where a tear in reality allowed a foreign god to leak in and aimed at an ending with a sacrificial virgin and a stone beast for some strange and slightly ghastly action.

Oops.

Hmmm. *looks at pile of screwed up paper*

The gods idea totally messed up the story and made it just awful to write. Too much room to play in for me and it changed my steampunk setting in some icky cringeworthy way.

The ending with the big sacrifice where the hero saves the lady…wrong also. For the strong, independent and heroic woman I chose for this story, Kaysana, that ending just never let her DO anything. *toss more crumpled paper*

After this Zombies came into my head and wouldn’t leave. Not sure why. Maybe Amber Green gave me the idea as she was doing a lesbian zombie series with other authors. The subconscious is a funny thing. I can’t recall where the idea came from. But it stayed. It gnawed on my toes and maybe my brain until I gave in.

I promptly let them eat one of my old characters and he became a wolf called Cadrach with less speaking (OK none) and way more purpose. Now you can pat him if you make friends first. The zombies gave me a new ending and let me truly create a romance. I found out I like blowing away zombies in an over-the-top steampunk way. In the final pages of Lust Plague, take care where you step as there are a few smoking zombie corpses -- though the smoke does clear so Sten and Kaysana can sit down and sort out if they love each other.

So…I ended up with what is now a story I like. It’s fun, sexy and has loads of action. There’s dominance and submission with some bondage, though not as creatively unusual as in Iron Dominance -- after all Sten and Kaysana are dodging zombies. Running and shooting cramps anyone’s bondage style, even when you’re as unstoppable and laidback as Sten.

I call this my lust-laden zombie-killing extravaganza. Here’s a little peek at the story.

Snippet from Lust Plague

     The whirling above flickered dark, light, dark, light. Thunder accompanied her. An engine? Kaysana shut her eyes, drifted away to the throb of her body, as if every cell inside her pined for something indefinable.
     She surfaced again, blinked away grit, groaned. Something plucked at her wrists, then at her ankles.
     “You awake?” A gruff voice. Not one she recognized. More blinking turned the blurred mess in front of her into a man. Tall, bulky, arms like, like -- she blinked again -- darn, big. Where’d she seen a man like that before? Black shirt and leather coat and brown leather trousers with a craggy face that said he’d lived. Gold wolf stud earring. Sten. He’d rescued her.
     Her sex flared with an ache so strong she barely understood it. Wetness surged between her legs.     She saw herself impaled on him…curving back, breasts upthrust.
     What’s wrong with me?
     Fear surfaced. She shoved the visions, the feelings, away. No. Never ever did she let her body rule her mind. The law, she followed the law, always.
     Under her back, rope crisscrossed and something hard, maybe rocks, poked at her, though some sort of cloth was between her and the earth. The sky above was blue, cloudless. Blink again. Half a mile away, she spotted her airship.
     “I’m awake, yes,” she croaked.
     On her ship, she’d been screaming. Flashes came to her -- the bite of clamps on her nipples, men watching, avid, their mouths open as if they swallowed her cries of pleasure… She remembered the hot, near-orgasmic flood of desire. Why, though? What the hell happened? I can think. I’m still me. Zombie F? Can’t be.
     Her rescuer put his hand at her naked shoulder. Even that made her jump and suck in a breath.
     “I have to take this last one off. Might sting.” Above the clamp on her left nipple, Sten poised finger and thumb.
     The attached wire trailed across her breast. The pain bothered her little. His hand, though -- broad fingers, man’s fingers, what they might do to her. She imagined him touching her cleft, sliding in. Her pussy spasmed and she bit her lip. What the… This is so wrong.
     “Wait!” She struggled to get her arms under her, to get some distance between her and Sten.     “Don’t touch --”
     Understanding flared in his eyes, and for a millisecond, there was something else.
     “No? Why not? You need that off.” Before she could react, he’d sat next to her and hauled her over his leg to sit between his knees.
     “Because --” With his arm across her middle, he kept her there. Wriggling made him hold tighter. She seethed, wriggled again, subsided. Damn him. “Because --”
     Being enclosed like she was, by a man, a hard, muscular man, sent everything whirling. And, out of all the men it might have been…Sten. From the moment he stepped aboard ship, she’d watched him. Suddenly nothing in her head seemed to work right anymore. Her thoughts, her emotions, her tongue were weighed down and drowning in warm jelly.
     “Because you’re a frigging frankenstruct. Let go!” The words spewed out, and like a balloon accidentally released to the sky, she clutched at the tail end, knew the terrible error she’d made. She gulped. Why’d I say that? Awful, awful thing to say…
     Yet his only reaction was to rest his cheek against her hair and say quietly, “Oh? I thought as much. Leave this on and your nipple’s gonna fall off. How about while I do this, to distract yourself, you tell me what happened up there?”
     He put his hand back where it had been.
     Fascinated by the sight of his fingers so close to her breast, she licked her lips.
     “Wait.” Grabbing his wrist seemed as likely to work as telling an avalanche to stop, but she tried.
     As his fingers nudged the clamp, she gripped him tighter, realizing too late what her body would do.

Blurb for Lust Plague

Saving the world should be easier. When airship captain Kaysana meets Sten the last thing she wants to do is have mad rough sex with him while bound by ropes and clamps…but fate pencils in their appointment. The lust plague strikes. From her infected crew, zombies arise. 

With her ship gone, she must rely on Sten, a human clone, a man who has fought all his life to master himself. She despises his kind and detests Sten’s growing hold on her. Though he never takes no for an answer, surely it’s the plague that makes yes slip from her tongue like melted butter? Or should she blame her own traitorous heart?

Hordes of slavering zombies await them. Sten and Kaysana unlimber weapons, don goggles, and set a course for the origin of the plague. Yet victory will be hollow if they cannot also solve the puzzle of their hearts.

Lust Plague - released March 27th from Loose Id
Buylink: http://www.loose-id.com/Lust-Plague.aspx
Cari's website: http://www.carisilverwood.net/

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Holy Cr*p!  I'm fanning myself here!  Thanks so much for sharing that Cari! I'm off to find....something!

So folks - what are your thoughts? BDSM and Steampunk? Hot or what!

Put your toys away and leave a comment!