The taste of adventure, the tang of BDSM, the burn of fantasy run wild. 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. She writes the way the world should be - dangerous and sexy with bullets piercing the darkness and lovers wrenched close by ropes. Past the knowledge that she was here to look for Cyndie, she wondered, ever so hopefully, if among these men she would find her holy grail – what she’d been saving herself for from the day she opened the pages of her first romance novel – the man with the ten inch purple-headed schlong.įabio with his flowing locks could take a hike.Ĭari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of BDSM stories and dark erotic fiction. Sometimes her imagination went a little gaga. She shook her head, knowing she’d imagined that with way too many adjectives.

They roamed across the concrete floor checking out the chromed bikes like a pack of thirsty hungry snakes let loose on a Sunday picnic of virginal squeaky mice. The garage was dark, dingy and filled with testosterone-hyped tatted up bikers. Her panties had wet through in an instant. Oil, leather, and beer smells always did it to her. She breathed in again, swooned, then swiftly recovered and slipped past Jace into the garage.Įau de Biker. The muscle of his flexed and tattooed bicep shone under the florescent light. He grinned back, anchoring his fingers high in the mesh, leaning on the gate, and exuding eau de biker. Her little black dress was fine but the six inch red stilettos were going to kill her any second. Virginia swept back her long blonde hair and smiled as enticingly as she could at the man on the other side of the chain mesh gate. Yeehaw! Playing hide the tentacle has never been so much fun.

Squirm by Cari Silverwood