My
Writing of Dark Erotic Romances
I
was asked why I write this genre by one of my beta readers and to be honest
it’s for two reasons. The first is that I’ve always been enthralled by dark
scenes in stories – the serial killer tying the heroine to her bed and
torturing her before he thinks about killing her, the ancient Gor series where
Earth women are kidnapped and taken to another planet to be enslaved in a
Swords and Sorcery type setting, Jacqueline Carey’s Kushiel’s Dart series (swoon), and many more.
Second
reason? I always knew I loved these but writing a contemporary book with this
sort of depraved story as the WHOLE PLOT? I’d not have thought to do it without
having read Bianca Sommerland’s Deadly
Captive and partially read C.J. Robert’s Captive in the Dark.
Though
I didn’t finish reading the latter, it inspired me. I know it’s a great and
well-written series but the man in it just never appealed to me. I don’t like
bad men as the hero in most books unless I can see a lot of good from square
one. Captive in the Dark made me wonder
if I could write a book where the man began as a good man.
I
planned a story where I could slowly reveal my hero’s inner monster – the part
of him that was ecstatic to be a sadist and a Dominant. That story became Take me Break me, a book that featured
in the #16 New York Times bestselling collection called Make Me.
Since
then I’ve continued my trend of having the man a good person at the beginning of
each book. Although Chris in Make me
Yours Evermore was a bad guy from the start, his accomplice, Andreas, my
Good Samaritan cross happy kidnapper, kept the trend alive.
If
making the man good at the beginning is one thing that sets my stories apart
from most dark books, another feature might be my settings. I often show off
the Australian landscape. All our wonderful beaches and rainforests deserve
some attention. In this latest book, Seize
me From Darkness, I’ve set most of the action in Papua New Guinea, which is
a deeply tropical country, across the sea, to the north of Australia.
However,
because much of Seize me From Darkness takes
place inside the House, a place designed for the housing and training of sex
slaves, I didn’t get to describe much of Papua New Guinea. I did get to show a
tropical island though, with gorgeous white sand beaches and assorted sea life.
One reader has told me that reading my Pierced
Hearts series is like taking a beach holiday. Amusing, considering what
happens in the books. I dearly hope her holidays don’t feature torture and
abduction. Fiction will always be far more consensual and safe than real life,
unless someone glues the eReader to your hand and props open your eyelids.
So
there’s some of why and how I write dark fiction. I love it, and it’s my sexual fantasyland too. Enjoy your fiction. Don’t
let anyone take it away from you.
Seize me From Darkness by Cari Silverwood
(Pierced Hearts #4) - Can be read as a STANDALONE!
Publication date: September 23rd 2014
Genres: Erotica, Romance
Synopsis:
This book is part of a dark erotic fiction series and may disturb some readers.
In this dirty, bloody world we live in, the answers to prayers aren’t always pretty angels.
Retaken by human traffickers, Jazmine’s one hope is ex-cop, ex-mercenary, Pieter, a man with a glower that stops lesser men in their tracks.
She prays he can save her.
But this savior is far from perfect and his flaws may prove as devastating to Jazmine as the torture of her captors.
The fire of dominance never dies.
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Excerpt:
Chapter 1
“Head down, cunt up, until I say you can look at me.” The growled command and smack on the back of my head by a rough hand was enough to make me snap my gaze to the gritty concrete. My bare knees hurt. My torn and stained dress concealed almost nothing. Tears slipped down my sticky face and shivers wracked me despite the tropical heat.
Out there, beyond, were men. I could see their shoes and the legs of their jeans, hear their soft laughter.
I was helpless, alone, shaking.
I knew where I was. On the way here, curled on the floor of the small plane, men had spoken. Even with the bag on my head and the drone of the engine, I knew my destination.
In Australia, I’d been desperate to escape but the concrete I knelt on was in Papua New Guinea. I hadn’t a clue as to where I could go. Had no friends. I didn’t even have Pieter, the strange guard with the Good Samaritan tendencies. He was probably dead. I squeezed shut my eyes, as if that would make my memory of him go away. I’d messed up, like half my life, by getting him involved.
My hopes of escape had become nothing. I was nothing. I was so lost.
My heart hurt from beating too fast for too long – fight or flight response, but I could do neither. Being scared for days on end was exhausting.
Run. Run. Run. The single word popped up unexpectedly. It would go round and round in a loop in my thoughts until I slept or something distracted me. I couldn’t not think it, even if its meaning had evaporated as soon as they bundled me like an express package onto the plane.
We must have crossed the sea to the north of Australia. I’d lived with the fact that if the plane had gone down in the ocean, I’d have been unable to do more than sink with it.
“They tell me you tried to get away. No more of that. You try and you get punished. Badly. I know who you are, little miss posh bitch. Jazmine. Hey? My name, you don’t need. If you have to talk to me, you call me Sir. Nod, so I know you have ears.”
Fear had slowed my thoughts to a sluggish drag. In the few seconds it took me to figure out what to do, he hit me. A single swish and whack sent a stripe of fire across my ass. I gasped but didn’t speak. My nods were jerky, swishing my hair, as I prayed he’d not hit me again.
“Good. You behave and we’ll get along. For your sins, you’re being sold to the meanest bastard on our books. Three days, give or take a day, and he’ll be here to claim you.” His stick tapped the backs of my thighs. “What a pretty cunt. Hmmm?”
I squeezed my legs in closer.
The man nudged my chin with his stick. “Up.”
I raised my head to find him squatting a few feet in front of me. Jeans, neat blue short-sleeved shirt, heavily muscled thighs and arms. Shaven scalp. A man who could do what he liked with me.
Like some sort of macabre decoration theme, the walls of the room were hung with instruments of torture – pincers, floggers, ugly leather masks, whips, and handcuffs. I couldn’t fathom the use of some of the devices. This surreal place could have been just another made-up location for a magazine shoot. If only. I didn’t fool myself for long.
There was a long, dark-glassed window and on the other side, were the vague shapes of richly upholstered chairs as if, perhaps, there was sometimes a classier audience than the three hulking men now propping up the walls with their shoulders.
At my whimper, one of them grinned and licked the remains of his lunch from his fingers.
If I had a chance, if I could and did run, would they shoot me?
They’d just catch me and beat me, again. My bruises throbbed. I was too chicken to volunteer for that, even if death seemed to beckon.
This man’s dark gaze swept from my bodice, where my breasts spilled, to my face. He spoke softly while staring into my eyes.
“You’re pretty. The ladies with black hair make me think they’re wild women. Quick to anger. Feral. Yes?” With the tip of the stick, he stirred the loose hair that fell over my ear – picking it up and letting it slide away. “Even if you are wild, I doubt you’ll be that way long. He wears out slaves fast. To be fair, he doesn’t ask for training or a perfectly intact woman. Obey me and I won’t need to hurt you before he does.”
His smile was a miniscule upward tilt of his lips, as if he couldn’t be bothered doing a proper smile. He poked his stick at the chains wrapping my wrists, traced the line of my arm to my neck, then skipped to my face and let the tip rest near my eye.
“Nod.”
I swallowed in my dry throat then nodded. The stick slid closer to my eye. Cold, I was so horribly cold.
AUTHOR BIO
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.carisilverwood.net/
To find out about upcoming releases, please join Cari's mailing list here carisilverwood.net/about-me.html
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