Thursday, January 2, 2014

Blog Tour & Review: Make me Yours Evermore by Cari Silverwood


 
Make me Yours Evermore (Pierced Hearts #3)

By: Cari Silverwood

ISBN: 1494709783

Genre: Capture Fantasy, dubcon/noncon, BDSM, anal play, piercing, M/f/M, f/f

294 pages

Released 12/18/13

$3.99

 

Well Ms. Silverwood has pushed the envelope again with Make me Yours Evermore, the third book in the Pierced Hearts Series.  She shows us the darkest side of submission and engulfs us in this nonconsensual capture fantasy.  With each book, we go deeper and deeper into the psyche of the female secretly enjoying the journey of BDSM with emphasis on sadism.  As readers the author makes us truly think about the freedom that comes from complete submission and the very fine line between pain and pleasure.

MmYE continues with Chris and Kat after he takes possession of her from Klaus.  An unexpected visitor, Andreas, throws a monkey wrench in his plans, but together the men take on their new “brat” as they teach her to cope with her past.  Chris and Andreas evolve as well and show us (the readers) the perspective of a sadist.  This highly erotic, dark as night journey will push the limits that your mind can comprehend before you too submit to Mistress Cari imagination.

I love Cari what can I say.  She creates these intensely complex worlds that I want to get lost in and never emerge.  Her characters are rich in detail and her knowledge of the BDSM lifestyle is vast offering authenticity to her works of art.
 
 5 out of 5
Michele



Blurb:


Taking what you want may come at a terrifying price.

Chris calls his darkest, nastiest fantasy into the light of day when he has to kidnap Kat to save a friend. For years, he’s wanted to bring her to her knees.

But claiming her draws attention. Andreas wants to save Kat, until he sees her response to raw male dominance.
More dangerous are the human traffickers, who regard the acquisition and selling of women as a very high stakes business. And they’re watching. Everything.
Death. The perversion of love. The loss of freedom.
Sometimes there is no choice.

Warning: Capture fantasy; dubious consent; anal play; strap-on; M/f/M and f/f scenes; BDSM themes including caning, spanking, bondage, and piercing, as well as some upside-down naughtiness.

Also contains one Dom gone bad who believes obsession means never having to say you’re sorry.

Explicit Excerpt:

Embarrassment had reached new depths. It was one thing standing in a room naked and getting whipped by a Dom you’d selected carefully and teed up your limits with. I had control over that. But this? Kneeling on the breakfast counter with my hands behind me and basically chained to the wall while wearing a wet, milk-soaked scrap of a dress?

I wanted to sink into the floor. Even more so since I knew having them do what they’d done – stared and treated me like a pet they had to feed, had turned me on so much I was afraid to open my legs. I could feel how slippery I was down there.

When Andreas excused himself and wandered off down the hallway to the toilet I relaxed some. One gone. Maybe now, I’d get freed. I braced myself for the evil I had to do, begging from him… Then I raised my eyebrows, in a hopeful fashion, at Chris.

He deadpanned back at me.

Shit. Did I have to whine? I was not whining. But I wasn’t game to speak. Chris’s suggestion of a piñata and the crocs hearing my beating had been ominous.

The stool scraped on the floor as he stood.

I managed a forced smile when he came to the counter and hopped up on it, sitting next to me with his legs dangling over the edge.

“You were very, very good,” he drawled. 

I blinked and tried to stamp down on my awareness of the difference between him, free, a dominant man and inches from me, and me tied up. It was electric. Chris was the epitome of alpha male. In the past, his pale blond man-god good looks had always steamed up my female sex goggles in milliseconds. I couldn’t help holding my breath and giving my lower lip a tug with my teeth. Pure body reaction, I reminded myself, I still hated him. I did, I did.

His slow perusal of my breasts and the trail of milk and cornflakes down my belly made me both melt into a sizzle of goo and want to snap out something like…like, I’m not your breakfast. Noo. God no. Need a spoon? Fuck no, not that either.

Surreptitiously, I twisted one wrist, praying it was loose.

He spotted that movement and his mouth curved. “It’s amusing, Kat. Watching you. Watching you and knowing I can touch you without you doing anything to stop me. Knowing you’re aroused too.”

“I’m not aroused,” I ground out through my teeth. “Andreas will be back soon!” My glare would hopefully turn him to ashes.

“You speak?” Gently he began to roll the dress up my thighs. I tensed and squeezed my thighs together. “Uh-uh. No hiding there. Open.”

I glared some more.


Chris moved in and nipped my nose. Shock hummed through me as his other hand wrapped around my breast, squeezing tight. Big hand, hard grip, small pains that did things to me. I squirmed on the spot.

I hated possession like this – the casual owning of a woman bothered me, especially if it was me. But with his hand on me there, and the wrist bondage, with my arms pulled back out of the way, I had nowhere to go. Fuck. Hate you Chris.

Yet what he did fed heat into my groin.

“Open your eyes, Kat.”

I snapped them open. Crap. I’d closed them without meaning to.

“I knew you were turned on because you've dripped on the counter.”

Mild panic to mortified in one second flat. Knowing he’d seen my moisture coming from me… I stared at him. Amusement, lust, and the satisfaction of a Dom who’s hit the humiliation and torture button flickered across his face. 

Bastard.

His thumb swept over my breast teasing my nipple as he added in a matter of fact way, like it was a done deal. “I’m going to make you come now, Kat. If you don’t want Andreas to see, be good. If you’re bad, I can stretch this out forever.”


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