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BDSM Excerpt Week – Surrender in the Dark (Surrender 1)

Oct 7, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, BDSM Excerpt Week, D/s, erotica, m/f, paranormal, sci fi

Surrender in the Dark by Silvia Violet

Blurb:
Radek, king of the Underworld, knows that Nia is destined to be his. Yet as the crown princess of Upperworld, Nia is unavailable to him. Desperate to claim her, Radek puts the safety of his own colony at risk and lures her to him by seducing her in his dreams.

A progressive ruler, Nia believes in the importance of modernization. But as princess, her say is limited. Her mother, the Queen of the Upperworld, forbids the Underworld’s king from attending Nia’s crowning. So when a man from Underworld invades Nia’s dreams and invites her below, she accepts the offer, hoping for an audience with the king

The moment Nia lands in Radek’s throne room, she realizes her mistake. By Underworld law, she is Radek’s slave for seven days — and seven nights. Radek vows to make use of every moment.

Nia’s society expects women to dominate in bed, but Radek draws out her hidden desires. How can serving him be so deeply thrilling? Even when he shows her the pleasure in pain, she craves more of his brand of dominance.

The seven days pass far too quickly. When Nia and Radek must face the censure of two societies, passion may force them apart more thoroughly than it held them together.

Excerpt:

“Taste me, Nia.”

She hesitated. He wrapped her hair around his wrist and jerked her toward him. “Now.”

Her tongue snaked out, licking the head of his cock. He sucked in his breath. Her tentative strokes fired him in a way the most experienced slave never could. “Take me into your mouth.”

Fear showed in her eyes, but Nia did as he bade. He fisted his hands in her hair, longing to feel the back of her throat, but resisting the urge to thrust deeper. He wanted her to love serving him this way, to relish being on her knees in front of him. Only after she had would he show her the sweet agony of swallowing him whole.

“More. Take me deeper.”

She groaned, but managed it.

His knees threatened to buckle as the heat of her mouth surrounded him. “Suck.” The single word was all he had breath for.

Within seconds he would have sworn she’d lied about her experience. Her mouth brought him exquisite pleasure, and he didn’t need his Lalatian senses to know desire fueled her enthusiasm, along with her natural need to serve. He could smell the hot cream dripping from her cunt, and he wanted to taste it as much as he wanted to draw his next breath.

The rhythm of her sucking quickened, and she swirled her tongue around his shaft with as much skill as any woman in his harem. His climax rose. He tightened his grip on her hair, thrusting into her as she sucked. “Swallow as you feel me come in; see how much of me you can take.”

Fear returned to her eyes. She tried to pull back, but he held her firm. “Trust me to know your limits.”

Nia whimpered, but ceased her struggles.

“I’m going to come in your mouth, and you are going to take it like the gift it is.”

Her eyes widened as he thrust into her mouth, holding her still. A few strokes later, he felt her surrender.

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BDSM Excerpt Week – Shifter’s Station Collection

Oct 4, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, BDSM Excerpt Week, D/s, erotica, men in uniform, menage, paranormal, sci fi, shapeshifter

Shifter’s Station Collection by Silvia Violet

Years ago, the Terran Government betrayed special forces officer Marc Devlin, forcing him to flee for his life. He rescued several fellow officers and built a new life as the head of his own mercenary force. When he captures a beautiful Cerian diplomat, he thinks to torture the man to learn Cerian secrets. Instead, he finds a lover. Months later, Marc and his Cerian lover, Kirlos, take a young woman captive, fearful she might be an agent of one of Marc’s oldest enemies. The two men strike a bargain with her that lands her in their bed for a month. As they dole out exquisite torment with their Cerian sex table, passion builds and turns to love. But Marc and Kirlos must fight to keep her and the life they’ve made for themselves.

This e-book collection contains the previously released Shifter’s Station series novellas Pilot’s Bargain, Pilot’s Heart, Loving the Enemy, and Eye of the Tigress.

*Warning: This is an X-rated excerpt*

Excerpt from Book 2: Pilot’s Heart

“I want you at the side of the table.”  Larissa didn’t move, unsure if Devlin were directing her or Kirlos.  “Now.  Both of you.”

Larissa took a deep breath as she stepped up to the long side of the Cerian sex table  Anticipation zinged through her body.  She’d expected a simple spanking but Devlin obviously had something more complex in mind.  Whatever it was, it would ultimately be delicious but with his current mood, she knew he would work them both over thoroughly first.  She glanced over her shoulder at him.  Why did he have to look his finest when he was about to deal out pain?

“Table, take their wrists and stretch them out.”

Tentacles snaked out and captured Larissa’s wrists.  They pulled her forward until her chest lay flat on the table.  She raised her head enough to see Kirlos lying beside her in the same position.

“Secure their ankles.”

More tentacles slid over the side of the table and dangled down until they reached her feet.  They wrapped her ankles to two of the numerous thin legs that supported the table.  Devlin leaned forward and caressed her spine.  “Ready?”

She nodded and sucked in her breath.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him take something out of the drawer at the end of the table.  But before she could register what she saw, he cracked it against her ass.  Lines of fire sizzled down her legs and up her spine.  Gods of earth, it was his most wicked crop.  It had a large, soft, leather loop at the end that delivered a fiendish sting.

He caressed her other buttock with the tip.  She tensed, waiting for the blow.  She heard it snap but didn’t feel any pain.  Then she realized he’d hit Kirlos.  She opened her eyes and peeked at the Cerian, watching him as Devlin nailed his ass again and again.  Kirlos’s teeth sank deeply into his dark, red lips.  His ribs expanded and contracted rapidly, but he didn’t make a sound.  He loved to make Devlin work for the cries the captain wanted to hear.

She was so mesmerized by Kirlos’s beauty that she failed to notice Devlin shifting his attention to her.  His blow caught her by surprise, and she screamed.  The sound echoed in the room.  She forced herself to focus on the sound rather than the fire on her ass.  Devlin kept the blows coming fast and hard.

Finally, he stopped.  Larissa floated, feeling lost and unaware until Devlin laid his hand on her back.  “Deep breaths.”

She obeyed without thought.  Pushing his hand up as she pulled air in until her lungs could take no more.  Then, Devlin pushed his hand down, forcing her to exhale.  “You’re mine, and I will protect you.”

His voice had a haunted edge to it.  She wanted to turn over and pull him into her arms.  She longed for him to accept the comfort she wanted to give.  But sending her to heights of sensation and pleasure was his way of working through his emotions,.  She smiled as she thought how life with him could be a lot worse.

Pleasure rushed in to fill the void of sensation as her pain receded.  She squirmed her hips against the side of the table.  Devlin slapped her sore ass with his palm.  “Don’t move”.  She fought for control as her body screamed for release..

Devlin slipped two fingers inside her and pumped them in and out.  She pushed back against him.  Another slap with his hand.  “I said don’t move.”  He drew the nails of his other hand slowly, deliberately across her welted ass.  She sucked in her breath and squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the pain.

“Relax and breathe.”  Devlin wiggled the fingers he’d kept inside her, curling them against her g-spot.  She panted. How could she possibly relax if he expected her to stay still?

“Table, wrap her hips.”  A tentacle streamed out and circled her upper thighs right under her buttocks, pinning her to the side of the table.  Devlin worked his fingers under it and started plundering her again.

She gasped as he flexed his fingers, filling and stretching her.  As he kept driving in and out, she fought the growing wave of orgasm, knowing he would expect her to wait for permission.

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BDSM Excerpt Week – Seduction of the Captain (Surrender 3)

Oct 3, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, BDSM Excerpt Week, D/s, erotica, m/f, paranormal, sci fi, shapeshifter

Here’s an excerpt from the third book in my BDSM Sci fi series, Surrender, starring another sexy Lalatian dominant.

Seduction of the Captain by Silvia Violet

Blurb:
Kajinek is a Lalatian Dominant who must feed on fear, pain, and sex for survival. Since leaving his homeworld, he hasn’t met a woman who could truly satisfy his needs.

Mercenary captain Saida Alexander needs a pilot for the most dangerous mission she’s ever undertaken. She chooses Kajinek, because he’s reputed to be the very best. She never suspects that he’ll awaken the submissive desires she’s ignored for years.

When Saida knocks on Kajinek’s door, he senses that she’s the partner he’s been looking for. He agrees to fly her ship under one condition; she must personally feed his darkest desires. Can Saida give in to what her body wants or will submitting sexually shatter the careful control she wields over the rest of her life?

*Warning: This is an X-rated excerpt*

Excerpt:
Kajinek followed Saida down the corridor toward their quarters, fighting the urge to throw her over his shoulders and run just to get there a few seconds faster. His cock felt like an iron rod in his pants, and the need to take her burned through his veins. At every stop along the tour, she‟d managed to brush against him, lean over him, flaunt her body at him, all without seeming to do a thing.

When her ass had brushed his cock as she stepped back into him while reaching for an overhead hatch, he‟d almost lost it. He‟d planned to introduce her to more of his implements of torment that night. He‟d wanted to work her up, make her beg, make her acknowledge what she was to him, but that would have to wait until he got some relief. The second the door to her quarters was closed, he was going to take her hard and fast. Then he was going to torment her until she surrendered her very soul.

Saida laid her palm against the sensor beside her door. Kajinek smiled when he noticed her hand trembling. He breathed deep, drawing in a satisfying stream of hunger and fear.

The door slid back. Saida stepped through. He stepped in behind her, so close they were nearly touching. She smacked the interior sensor. The door slid closed ever so slowly. Kaj didn‟t move. Neither did Saida. The door clicked shut.

“Full privacy screens.” Saida’s voice was low and husky.

The control computer responded. “Confirmed.”

Kaj grabbed her shoulders, spun her, and slammed her back against the door. He crushed his lips to hers in a brutal kiss. He wasn‟t interested in finesse or seduction or even forcing her submission—he simply wanted. Wanted what she‟d been flaunting all night, wanted relief from the hunger that raged through him.

“Fuck me,” Saida demanded, arching her hips to slide her pussy along the hard length of his cock.

He felt the heat of her through her suit and his pants. But that wasn’t enough. He needed her naked; he needed to be inside her. He needed to make her scream. But he couldn’t seem to tear himself away from her mouth.They bit and sucked at each other. Their tongues were like weapons fighting to devour each other. She dug her nails into his back, tearing into him like the claws she could form. He groaned and used his hips to pin her to the wall while he ground his cock against her pussy lips, which were as clearly defined against her suit as if she were already naked.

She growled and bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Pleasure jolted through him. He might not need pain like a submissive did, but he‟d been taught to appreciate any heightening of sensation. He sucked her tongue into his mouth so hard, she groaned and bucked against him, trying to get him to move, working her clit against the hardness of his shaft. He drank down her fierce need, wanting more, wanting her surrender, wanting to eat her up.

She raked her nails down his back—no longer fingernails, but claws—ripping the fabric of his shirt. He gasped and pulled away from her. Her eyes burned with passion, but they still looked human. “Saida?”

Her need assaulted him, nearly making him choke. She struggled to draw in air. “I‟m controlling it. Some of my lovers…like the…danger. I thought you…would too.” She worked the fastening of his pants. Once she got them open, she shoved them over his hips, freeing his cock.

She wrapped her still-clawed hand around his cock and slid it up and down. He didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, but she proved him wrong. He was supposed to be the one who inspired fear, the one who fed his partner‟s need for danger, but the sight of her claws wrapped around his cock was making him hotter than he‟d thought possible. If she didn’t stop soon, he was going to come.

“Enough.” He closed his fingers around her wrist. She released him, but she trailed one of her claws down the length of his cock, barely skimming the delicate skin. He sucked in his breath. His cock jerked, reaching for her touch, wanting the danger she offered.

Saida chuckled. “I knew you were addicted to danger.”

Anger burned inside him. How the hell had she gotten the upper hand? As soon as he‟d slaked the lust burning through him enough to think again, he was going to torture her until she begged to serve him. He‟d make her his slave. He looked up, letting her see the anger burning like fire in his eyes. “You have no sense of self-preservation.”

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BDSM Excerpt Week – Deceived (Galactic Betrayal 2)

Oct 2, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, BDSM Excerpt Week, book release, D/s, erotica, excerpts, m/m, sci fi

Deceived (Galactic Betrayal 2) by Silvia Violet

Blurb:

Several months after confessing his love for Lark, his former partner at the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau, Derek Carlson is hired to extract a sniper from the Kraxnafton prison on Lithusia. He hopes the mission will allow him to uncover the identity of the traitor responsible for his own imprisonment.

Lark is certain the mission is a setup, but he won’t let Derek return to Lithusia alone. Derek is his now, and nothing is going to tear them apart–not a sniper out only for herself, not the IIB, not even the Kraxnafton torturers. Derek’s judgment is clouded by dark memories, and Lark must decide whom he can trust. The wrong choice would be fatal for both of them.

 

*Warning: This is an X-rated excerpt*

BDSM Excerpts Week – Abandoned (Galactic Betrayal 1)

Oct 1, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, BDSM Excerpt Week, D/s, erotica, m/m, sci fi, web event

To kick things off. Here’s an excerpt from the first story in my BDSM sci fi series, Galactic Betrayal.

Galactic Betrayal 1: Abandoned by Silvia Violet

Lark Zaccaro and Derek Carlson were partners and friends. Lark wanted more. Then someone at the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau sold them out to enemy aliens. Lark was forced to abandon Derek to the enemy, and Derek bought the IIB’s story that Lark betrayed them all.

When Lark’s deep cover mission and Derek’s new job in search-and-rescue collide, the desire simmering between them explodes. Lark needs Derek’s help to escape a new enemy, and Derek needs to discover the truth about what really happened on that alien planet. Can they overcome lies and betrayal and find the love and comfort they seek, or will their past forever keep them apart?

*Warning: This is an X-rated Excerpt.*

Excerpt

Derek took a few steps toward Lark. They stared at each other. Lark’s breath came harsh and fast. He needed Derek so badly, but Derek was like a sweet-tasting poison. And when he was gone, Lark didn’t know if he’d be able to pull himself together again.

Derek dropped his hand to his cock. Lark shuddered as he watched Derek stroke himself through the thin cotton pants. He needed Derek, but he needed more than a simple fuck. He needed Derek to let his anger go this time. Lark wanted to be punished for what he’d done and to find absolution in heat and pain and dark desire.

Derek took another step toward him. “What do you need?” he asked as if he’d read Lark’s thoughts.

“You. Hard. Rough. No mercy. I need you to punish me.”

Derek looked wary. “I took you pretty hard yesterday.”

Lark nodded. “But I want something darker. I want it to hurt.”

“Fuck, Lark.”

“Please. You need this too.”

Derek looked like he wanted to deny it, but he didn’t. “I’ve needed this forever, since way before Lithusia. I just didn’t think…”

“That I’d let you? Oh gods, Derek, I craved it, but I couldn’t tell you.”

“You told me now.” Derek closed the distance between them and pulled Lark into his arms. Their lips met in a brutal kiss.

Lark slid his hands under Derek’s shirt, pushing it up, needing to feel skin on skin. He plastered himself to Derek as they kissed, pouring all their hurt and need into each other. Derek’s cupped Lark’s face in his hands, holding him still so he could thoroughly fuck his mouth.

He shoved Derek’s pants down, cupped his ass, and brought their hips together. They groaned into each other’s mouths, and Derek rubbed his cock along Lark’s. “Gonna fuck you so hard. Gonna make you pay for hurting me.”

“Yes, gods yes,” Lark whispered the words against his mouth.

Derek pulled away. “On the bed. Hands and knees. Ass in the air.”

Lark hesitated. He wanted Derek, but resistance was ingrained in him, especially after his months on Lancarina. Derek frowned. “Are you sure about this?”

Lark’s heart pounded. He wanted Derek, needed this release. “Yes,” he answered, voice quaking.

“Then get the fuck on the bed, now.”

This time Lark scrambled to obey, Derek’s commanding voice made his cock harden again. Long seconds passed, and Derek still hadn’t joined him on the bed. He looked over his shoulder and saw Derek heading for the bathroom. “Head down,” Derek barked. Lark forced himself to do as he was told. Was Derek searching for the remote for his collar? He wanted desperately to believe Derek wouldn’t throw his need back at him like that.

A few seconds later, the mattress sagged with Derek’s weight. Derek laid a hand at the base of Lark’s spine. Warmth spread through Lark, that simple touch letting him know everything was okay. Derek wasn’t leaving him.

“I want to take the collar off and put it on you. As soon as we’re done, I’ll put it back on and wear it until we board my ship. Do I have your permission?”

Lark had never worn a control collar. He’d never trusted anyone to have total control over him. Despite all that had passed between them, he trusted Derek. But could he really submit so completely? Why the hell not? The man owned his heart anyway. “Yes.” The word came out as a whisper.

Derek caressed his back with firm strokes of his hand. “Safeword?”

Lark smiled. “Steamroller.” He’d chosen the name of the ship Derek had flown when they were partners.

Derek caressed Lark’s ass. “Perfect.”

Derek wrapped the collar around Lark’s neck. Lark shoved at him and jerked away, his instinct for preservation taking over. His stomach knotted in fear. He was crazy to let Derek collar him. Crazy and so damn needy he was barely keeping himself together. He turned away from Derek and tried to get himself under control.

Derek caressed his shoulder as Lark leaned against the headboard, panting. “Lark?”

“I’m not sure I can do this, Derek.” Lark shivered. “I want to but…”

“I swear I will take it off if you ask.”

Lark nodded. Derek had never lied to him. He’d believed Lark capable of treachery, but he’d never lied. Lark positioned himself on his hands and knees again. “I’m ready now.”

He tensed as Derek let the sinewy strand slide against his neck. Almost instantly, the bio-material twined itself into a solid ring. Derek kissed Lark’s neck then slid his lips along Lark’s spine. Lark breathed deep, trying to relax, bracing himself for Derek to shock him with the collar to activate it. Lark had no idea how far Derek would go with the punishment settings, and he didn’t know whether that scared him or turned him on. His cock definitely didn’t mind the uncertainty.

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BDSM Excerpt Week – Oct 1-7

Sep 28, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, book release, D/s, erotica, m/m, sci fi, web event

All next week, October 1-7, I’ll be posting excerpts from my own BDSM titles as well as excerpts from my fellow authors. It’s a celebration of BDSM romance in honor of the released of Deceived, the second book in my BDSM sci fi series, Galactic Betrayal.

So please join us each day to find out more about some scorching reads!

Backlist Blog Hop: Abandoned

Aug 31, 2012 Filed under: D/s, erotica, m/m, sci fi, web event

Welcome to the Backlist Blog Hop. I’m sharing the first book in my Galactic Betrayal series, Abandoned.

After indulging in a Burn Notice marathon, I started thinking about spies and betrayal and the importance of a partner or a team you can trust. Those ponderings mingled with some sci fi world-building I’d been doing, and suddenly Lark and Derek were telling me their story. I learned that they were spies several hundred years in the future. They’d been partners until their superiors told Derek that Lark betrayed him and sent Lark on a deep-cover mission cutting him off from communication with the civilized world.

Most of my recent writing prior to this story had been on the lighter side, but Lark and Derek were hurting, and their book got heavy and emotional. Each of these men believe they’ve been abandoned. They’ve got a lot of angst and grief to work through and a lot of unrequited lust. I came to care for them as deeply as I could any character while writing their story (Actually, I’m still writing it. Book 2, Deceived will be available on September 8 and I’m working on Book 3). I hope they touch you as deeply as they have me.

Galactic Betrayal 1: Abandoned by Silvia Violet

Blurb:

Lark Zaccaro and Derek Carlson were partners and friends. Lark wanted more. Then someone at the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau sold them out to enemy aliens. Lark was forced to abandon Derek to the enemy, and Derek bought the IIB’s story that Lark betrayed them all.

When Lark’s deep cover mission and Derek’s new job in search-and-rescue collide, the desire simmering between them explodes. Lark needs Derek’s help to escape a new enemy, and Derek needs to discover the truth about what really happened on that alien planet. Can they overcome lies and betrayal and find the love and comfort they seek, or will their past forever keep them apart?

 

Excerpt:

Lark Zaccaro smiled as he stepped out of the dripping jungle heat, and into the prison building. Even inside, the stale air was so splyvin’ hot it belonged in an oven. He didn’t know how anyone could breathe. Not that he was supposed to give a fuck if his prisoners got air or not. He took as deep a breath as he could and headed straight for the interrogation room.

A few hours earlier, his guards had discovered a man crouched in the underbrush, spying on their enclave. Lark’s morning had been hell so far, and a vicious interrogation suited his mood perfectly. The two guards flanking the door stepped aside, so he could enter what was truly more of a torture chamber than an interrogation room. At least that’s what it had been for his predecessor, and the longer Lark lived on Lancarina, the more he found himself becoming like the man he’d assassinated and replaced. He pushed that disturbing thought away. He wouldn’t dwell on how low he’d sunk since he’d left his partner to die in a Lithusian prison cell.

The captive hung from the ceiling, suspended by a heavy chain circling his bound wrists. His toes barely scraped the floor, forcing his arms to support the weight of his large body. The dirty chain bit into his wrists, and blood dripped down his arms. In this squalid jungle, he’d have a deadly infection in no time. Lark would have to do something about that. The man had a ship with advanced defenses. Thus, he was Lark’s ticket off this cesspool of a planet.

The man’s clothes hung in shreds, and Lark couldn’t help but admire his muscular body. His gaze slid over the captive’s hard thighs, the impressive bulge in his pants, and the well-defined and disturbingly familiar planes of his chest. When he saw the man’s face, he froze. No. It couldn’t be. His former partner would have no reason to be here. But Derek Carlson, the man who had haunted Lark’s nightmares and his fantasies every day for the six Old Earth months he been in this hellhole, was right in front of him. Chained. Suspended. His to do with as he pleased.

Lark’s cock hardened, pressing against the confines of his pants. His body knew what it wanted from Derek, but his mind was less sure. Retribution? Forgiveness? A hot fuck before he threw him in prison to rot? Salvation? His gut knotted at that thought, and he fought to keep his guards from noticing how off kilter he was. He had to play his role, not rush this moment.

There would be time later, in his private quarters, to decide what he wanted to know and how he was going to get the information. If the vessel they had captured in the jungle was Derek’s private issue ship, then he’d finally forsaken the lying scum at the Intergalactic Investigation Bureau. They might say their mission is to protect everyone in the five galaxies, but they only care about protecting their own asses. Lark intended to find out why Derek had left, but his guards would play no part in that interrogation. Derek was his.

Lark took a few steps toward the prisoner and studied him. He’d wanted him for years, from the moment they were assigned to work with each other at the IIB. Derek had turned down all his advances, saying they should keep their relationship professional. But now Derek was his prisoner, not his partner. If he wanted to live, he’d do whatever Lark told him to.

From the way Derek limply hung in his bonds, he was either unconscious or doing an excellent job of faking it. His former partner had fought hard from the look of him. A livid bruise stood out on one cheek and purple splotches decorated his ribs. A deep gash on his arm had dripped blood trails that were now dry. He would have to tend to Derek’s wounds.

Lark needed the man’s piloting skills. If he were going to kill Derek for believing those liars from the IIB when they told him Lark had turned traitor, he intended to do so with his own hands after they got off planet. Fortunately, he kept a fully stocked first aid cabinet in his quarters. He just needed to find a way to get Derek there without making his men suspicious .

Nothing but fear and the promise of a huge payoff on their next deal kept Lark’s men from turning on him, in the same way he’d turned on the man he had been sent here to investigate. He pulled a long thin blade from his boot and pretended to examine the sharp edge as he circled Derek. He had to suppress a gasp when he saw the maze of scars criss-crossing Derek’s back. If he let himself think about how Derek got those, he might be sick right here.

“Leave us,” he said to the guards who were eyeing the prisoner in obvious hope of getting some play time.

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Guest Author: Angel Martinez

Aug 15, 2012 Filed under: guest blogger, m/m, sci fi

I’m welcome the lovely Angel Martinez to my humble abode this morning! Grab some coffee or tea and settle in to learn more about her upcoming release, Sub Zero

Those Creeping Fingers of Memory…

When I was little, televisions were pieces of furniture. They often came in wood and cloth consoles, reception was through antennae, and one changed the channel by (gasp!) getting up and turning the knob. There were perhaps four of them, or possibly five, depending on the signal.

The arrival of cable in our house was a cause of much excitement (on our part) and trepidation (on my mother’s.) Suddenly, there were several more choices. Cartoons! Movies! Really bad commercials! With this sudden invasion came Channel 17 out of Philadelphia and, on Saturdays, Wee Willy Webber’s show. For those of you not from back East, Mr. Webber was a radio personality and then TV host of several shows on many channels over the years – one of those voices that was soothing, friendly and entertaining all at once. The show in question was a Saturday Matinee sort of affair where he showed old Science Fiction and Horror movies – a little intro, sometimes a little serial short (Flash Gordon, Buck Rogers) – and then the MOVIE!

A friend recently asked me if classic SF movies had influenced my writing. Yes and no. Obviously, I’m interested in more advanced science than 1950’s cinema, but the fact is that these movies from childhood seeped into my brain. I know that. The images, the feel, the atmosphere all stayed with me, consciously or not. Sure I loved classic horror. The Boris Karloff Frankenstein, (“It’s alive!”) Bela Lugosi’s Dracula, The Mummy, The Invisible Man, adored them all. But I loved best the weeks when Mr. Webber’s movies were about space and radiation, mutants and time travel.

Early influences are inescapable, whether we acknowledge them or not. Some of the underground scenes from my novel, Gravitational Attraction, owe a great deal to Forbidden Planet, to that sense of awe and wonder I felt at finally seeing the alien underground installation. Visions of cityscapes in Vassily the Beautiful have much to do with those early futuristic city skylines in Metropolis and The Shape of Things to Come.

And my need to return to cold landscapes, in the case of my latest, Sub Zero, even Arctic? Ah, there are echoes of The Thing there, not so much the terror of it but the isolation and eerie beauty.

I don’t consciously channel those old movies I love so dearly, but they’re in there, the images curled around my gray matter. And it wonderful.

 

Sub Zero

M/M Science Fiction Mystery

Launching 8/19 at Amber Allure!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Always send the right man for the job – even if he’s been dead for a hundred years.

Blurb:

Major Aren Dalsgaard’s newest assignment is to investigate a series of murders on the frigid planet, Drass, where relations between Treaty settlers and natives have deteriorated. A linguist and trained xenologist, Aren should be ideal for the assignment. The problem? It’s where he died, a century ago.

Sent by his family to the chigyel city, Nyachung faces a murder charge, racial prejudice, and a man who claims to be a hero from his grandmother’s generation. The man could be crazy or lying. But the sincerity in those spring-green eyes disturbs Nyachung more than anything else in the foreigners’ city.

 

Excerpt:

Thuds and muffled screams came from the lab up ahead, only serving to underscore the sergeant’s anxiety. Aren bulled through the door and skidded to a stop, speechless in shock. Nyachung lay on his back on the gurney, stripped to the waist, arms stretched out to either side and strapped down to extensions. The staff had shoved something soft between his teeth, either to keep him from breaking them or to keep him from screaming too loud, and they had electro-pulse leads attached to his forearms, directly over the venom sacs and spur pads. The shocks from the hookup came in pairs, the first forcibly extending his arm spurs and the second zapping the sac in an attempt to force the venom out.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Aren bellowed.

The tech stared at him, nonplussed. “Getting your venom sample, sir.”

“By torturing him?”

“It’s standard operating procedure, sir.”

“Since when is physical abuse standard procedure in any branch of the service?”

Sergeant Wickstrom gave him a little nudge. “Sir, use of force in the obtaining of information or cooperation is up to the discretion of the facility commander. It’s in the manuals.”

“In the—you must be joking.”

“Afraid not, sir.”

Aren rubbed both hands over his face. “God. Barbaric century.” Then he stalked over to the tech. “Unhook him, please. Not only is this inefficient, it’s inhumane. Do you have any idea, Corporal, how sensitive those venom sacs are?”

The hapless corporal gulped a breath. “I…don’t know, sir.”

“Imagine hooking one of those damn things up to your testicles and then shoving another up your urethra. That should give you some idea.”

“Yes, sir.”

The poor tech had turned green. Aren patted his shoulder, not wanting the boy to pass out. “Just turn it off. Unhook him. There’s a better way to do this. Several, actually. You could have just asked him for a sample, but now that he’s a shuddering mess, he’ll need some help.”

While the tech unhooked the leads, Aren went around the gurney undoing straps.

“Sir, you know he’s a murder suspect, right?”

“Oh, yes. Terribly dangerous, I’m sure. Maybe you should stand back. Safety first.” Aren perched hipshot on the edge of the gurney and gathered Nyachung into his arms as he switched to dangpo. “Are you with me, little one?”

“Why are they doing this?” Nyachung tangled both fists in the front of Aren’s jacket, shaking uncontrollably.

“Sh, sh, they want some of your venom. To compare it to the venom in the woman you found. If it’s not your venom, then you didn’t kill her.”

A hoarse sound, more sob than laugh came from the little tale-singer. “They could have said so.”

“Yes, they should have.” Aren held up a collection tube. “Can you do it on your own?”

Nyachung held out one shaking arm, well away from Aren. He curled his fingers, forearm muscles contracting. “I can’t,” he gasped out.

Gently, Aren placed his hand under Nyachung’s elbow. “Will you let me help you? I know we’re strangers and this is in front of others, but it would be better than their way.”

Black eyes gazed up at him, wet with unshed tears of pain. “All right. Do you… Have you done this?”

“I have.” Aren massaged his thumb over the tense forearm muscles a moment. Then he reached around, encircling Nyachung with his arms, partially hiding him from prying eyes. He pressed gently on the pad with his thumb, pushing the arm spur out as one would a cat’s claw. Keeping the pressure constant and the collection tube held over the spur in two fingers, he turned his attention to the venom sac. Besides the obvious places, this was the most sensitive spot on a dangpo male’s body.

He caressed the tender, abused skin, barely holding back the urge to curl forward and kiss the spot where the electro-pulse had been. Nyachung made a sweet, whimpering sound that shot straight to his balls and Aren hoped he was holding the stone-faced expression he was trying for. He began to massage the sac, his thumb describing slow, gentle circles. Nyachung twitched in his arms.

“Easy, little one, easy. As soon as you’re able.”

With a soft cry, Nyachung hid his face against Aren’s chest, his body shuddering with pain as he released his venom. His poor sacs would most likely be tender for days but he had managed enough to fill the tube…

 

 

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Apr 2, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, book release, D/s, erotica, m/m, review, sci fi

Serena Yates at QMO Books has this to say about Abandoned:

“it starts on a high of tension and doesn’t let up. Not for a single second. This is one of those books where I have to take a deep breath at the end because I feel as if I’ve forgotten to breathe as I was reading.”

“Perfect cloak and dagger – involving me totally and making me feel as if I was right in the middle of the mess these two had maneuvered themselves into. ”

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Abandoned is Available Now!

Mar 26, 2012 Filed under: book release, D/s, excerpts, m/m, sci fi

Abandoned by Silvia Violet

Now available from Silver Publishing!

Lark Zaccaro and Derek Carlson were partners and friends. Lark wanted more. Then someone at the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau sold them out to enemy aliens. Lark was forced to abandon Derek to the enemy, and Derek bought the IIB’s story that Lark betrayed them all.

When Lark’s deep cover mission and Derek’s new job in search-and-rescue collide, the desire simmering between them explodes. Lark needs Derek’s help to escape a new enemy, and Derek needs to discover the truth about what really happened on that alien planet. Can they overcome lies and betrayal and find the love and comfort they seek, or will their past forever keep them apart?

Excerpt:

Lark Zaccaro smiled as he stepped out of the dripping jungle heat and into the prison building. Even inside, the stale air was so splyvin’ hot it belonged in an oven. He didn’t know how anyone could breathe. Not that he was supposed to give a fuck if his prisoners got air or not. He took as deep a breath as he could and headed straight for the interrogation room.

A few hours earlier, his guards had discovered a man crouched in the underbrush, spying on their enclave. Lark’s morning had been hell so far, and a vicious interrogation suited his mood perfectly. The two guards flanking the door stepped aside, so he could enter what was truly more of a torture chamber than an interrogation room. At least that’s what it had been for his predecessor, and the longer Lark lived on Lancarina, the more he found himself becoming like the man he’d assassinated and replaced. He pushed that disturbing thought away. He wouldn’t dwell on how low he’d sunk since he’d left his partner to die in a Lithusian prison cell.

The captive hung from the ceiling, suspended by a heavy chain circling his bound wrists. His toes barely scraped the floor, forcing his arms to support the weight of his large body. The dirty chain bit into his wrists, and blood dripped down his arms. In this squalid jungle, he’d have a deadly infection in no time. Lark would have to do something about that. The man had a ship with advanced defenses. Thus, he was Lark’s ticket off this cesspool of a planet.

The man’s clothes hung in shreds, and Lark couldn’t help but admire his muscular body. His gaze slid over the captive’s hard thighs, the impressive bulge in his pants, and the well-defined and disturbingly familiar planes of his chest. When he saw the man’s face, he froze. No. It couldn’t be. His former partner would have no reason to be here. But Derek Carlson, the man who had haunted Lark’s nightmares and his fantasies every day for the six Old Earth months he been in this hellhole, was right in front of him. Chained. Suspended. His to do with as he pleased.

Lark’s cock hardened, pressing against the confines of his pants. His body knew what it wanted from Derek, but his mind was less sure. Retribution? Forgiveness? A hot fuck before he threw him in prison to rot? Salvation? His gut knotted at that thought, and he fought to keep his guards from noticing how off-kilter he was. He had to play his role, not rush this moment.

There would be time later, in his private quarters, to decide what he wanted to know and how he was going to get the information. If the vessel they had captured in the jungle was Derek’s private-issue ship, then he’d finally forsaken the lying scum at the Intergalactic Investigation Bureau. They might say their mission is to protect everyone in the five galaxies, but they only care about protecting their own asses. Lark intended to find out why Derek had left, but his guards would play no part in that interrogation. Derek was his.

Lark took a few steps toward the prisoner and studied him. He’d wanted him for years, from the moment they were assigned to work with each other at the IIB. Derek had turned down all his advances, saying they should keep their relationship professional. But now Derek was his prisoner, not his partner. If he wanted to live, he’d do whatever Lark told him to.

From the way Derek hung limply in his bonds, he was either unconscious or doing an excellent job of faking it. His former partner had fought hard from the look of him. A livid bruise stood out on one cheek and purple splotches decorated his ribs. A deep gash on his arm had dripped blood trails that were now dry. He would have to tend to Derek’s wounds.

Lark needed the man’s piloting skills. If he were going to kill Derek for believing those liars from the IIB when they told him Lark had turned traitor, he intended to do so with his own hands–after they got off planet. Fortunately, he kept a fully stocked first aid cabinet in his quarters. He just needed to find a way to get Derek there without making his men suspicious.

Nothing but fear and the promise of a huge payoff on their next deal kept Lark’s men from turning on him, in the same way he’d turned on the man he had been sent here to investigate. He pulled a long, thin blade from his boot and pretended to examine the sharp edge as he circled Derek. He had to suppress a gasp when he saw the maze of scars criss-crossing Derek’s back. If he let himself think about how Derek got those, he might be sick right here.

“Leave us,” he said to the guards who were eyeing the prisoner in obvious hope of getting some play time.

When they didn’t move, Lark turned on them. “Is something wrong with your ears? I said eave.”

The less hostile of the two started for the door, but Grant, the most likely candidate for leading a mutiny, stood his ground, clenching his fists. “The little shit bit me. I want a piece of him.”

“As I understand, it took four of you sorry fuckers to bring him down. I’m hardly going to reward your incompetence with a chance to get your rocks off.”

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