I’m not entirely convinced. Since I think I have far more American fans than Australian, I may still be tempted in Book 3, “Make Me Yours, Forevermore”, to use some American terms. If you want to tell me otherwise, feel free to pop a comment on my facebook wall.
This example is why I hesitate:
Klaus put on his thongs and strolled out the door to take his daily walk on the beach.
US word vs Aussie
Cell phone = mobile — US term used in the story
College = University or Uni — Australian word used
Dishcloth = tea towel — I used the US word
Flip flops = thongs — This was explained in the story
Cooler = esky — US word used with the Australian word
Popsicle = ice block — US word used
Shrimp = prawn — This was explained in the story
Spatula = egg flip — This was explained in the story, and it’s a regional Australian term that isn’t used nationwide, I think
SUV = Four wheel drive — US word used
There may be others I substituted but missed seeing. I have become so used to doing this in my stories that it’s almost automatic. I have also used US spelling throughout. Though this book is self-published both of my earlier publishers, Loose Id and Lyrical Press, used US spelling.
Books by Cari Silverwood
Pierced Hearts Series
Take Me, Break Me
Bind and Keep Me
The Badass Brats Series
The Dom with a Safeword
The Dom on the Naughty List
The Dom with the Perfect Brats
Cataclysm Blues Series
Cataclysm Blues
Rough Surrender Series
Rough Surrender
The Steamwork Chronicles Series
Iron Dominance
Lust Plague
Steel Dominance
Others
31 Flavors of Kink
Three Days of Dominance
The Dom with a Safeword
Book 1 in the Badass Brats series
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?
*****
“Do you think he’s ever going to take his pants off?” Sabrina whispered in Q’s ear. “Maybe he shares his penis with another guy and today wasn’t his day to use it.”
“I kept the jeans on so I wouldn’t rush things,” Jude replied, slapping Sabrina’s ass.
“Well it’s not exactly rushing anymore. Both of us are naked, so how is this fair?” she retorted, gesturing at the offending article of clothing.
“I’m the dominant, so I get to make the rules.” His head tilted in a look of smug amusement.
“Fuck that!” Q knelt up on the window seat, leaned over Sabrina and pulled at the button of his jeans. “This is a mutiny, Captain!”
After wriggling free, Sabrina tried to hold him still while he batted away Q’s hands. They had just managed to get the button untied, when he dragged both of them over to sit on his lap. They didn’t quite fit, but he didn’t give them the option of getting up.
“Hold your hair up, both of you,” he ordered.
Looking askance at each other, they complied. The sensation of his breath rippling over Q’s neck sent shivers up into her hair. His mouth latched onto the place where her neck and shoulder met, and Q sighed in contentment. Sucking and nibbling on their necks and shoulders, he held them still for his enjoyment. Eventually he let them go so they could participate.
Sabrina sucked on Q’s bottom lip then trailed tiny kisses down to her chin, past her neck, to her breast. She paused as though she was having an internal debate. Slowly, she backed off Jude’s lap onto the cushion. She shifted onto her hands and knees, grazing Q’s nipple with her lips and making her groan. Her pink tongue darted out, licking the very tip. She looked up at Q mischievously, her ass wiggling.
Both she and Jude eyed Sabrina’s backside with interest, smiling at each other when they realized they were doing it simultaneously. Q’s smile became a gasp as something warm and wet engulfed her nipple. She watched in fascination as Sabrina’s sucking and nipping mouth alternated between her breasts. Her tongue investigated Q’s piercings. Enraptured, Q ran her fingers though Sabrina’s silky hair, the slide of it through her hands sensuous. The elastic that had been holding it when they were painting hung tenuously onto the bottom of a lock of hair, and she tossed it aside.
Lust Plague
From Loose Id
Book 2 in the Steamwork Chronicles
Saving the world should be easier.
With her airship gone, Kaysana 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 lust 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 their victory will be hollow if they cannot also solve the puzzle of their hearts.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: anal play/intercourse, BDSM theme and elements, exhibitionism, spanking, strong violence.
*****
The shop had everything, and all of it was ridiculous. Slave Costumes Galore, the gold embossed business cards said. Well. If she wanted to traipse around as a harem girl or squeeze into a corset with her tits out, she was in the right place.
“Let’s find another shop.” She tapped the card on the marble shop counter.
Without an internal light on, the place was lost in the subdued yellowish light filtering through the front window.
“Nope. Here’s your clothes.” Sten emerged from the aisle between the clothes racks and held up a skimpy leather outfit on a hanger.
“No way.” She shook her head. “Nothing that jeopardizes my air fleet standing. Walking around in that”—she backed away—”would do so and therefore end our agreement.”
“Uh-uh.” Sten grabbed her elbow. “It won’t. Who’s to see? Zombies? Wear it, and this.” He had a tan half mask hooked on the hanger—with little catlike ears pricked up at the top and gold tabby markings striped across the leather. “Nobody’ll know it’s you.”
She opened her mouth to speak, paused, caught up in trying to figure out their agreement. “No. There may still be some normal humans. Hell, Sten. We have a world to save, and you want me dressed up like a cat?”
“A big, lickable pussy cat, yes.” His voice was hoarse. His eyes gleamed with lust. “Obey, remember?” He tossed the clothes onto the counter. “You can’t do this every time I come up with a new twist you don’t like.”
“Sten, this is just one of those sexual urges. Block it out. You can’t be making up new—”
Without giving her time to react, he pulled her to him, then picked her up around the waist.
“Hey!” She struggled, but his big hands grabbed hers and gripped them tight at the small of her back. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to spank you.” He hooked a timber chair with his foot and sat with her across his lap, head down.
“What? Why?” She spluttered, still thrashing, but the hand at her back pushed h
er firmly onto his lap, held her easily. Awareness of their size and strength difference left her suddenly floundering. She was small, and he was so damned big. His other hand pushed up the shirt, smoothed across her bottom. Toes shoving at the floor, she tried to rise. The first blow fell with a whack, reverberated through her, sent a liquid message into her flesh. Shocked, she stiffened.
“No,” she said in a hushed voice. “You can’t do this.”
“No?” In quick succession, he struck her again and again, alternating from one ass cheek to the other. His large hand gripped and pressed her wrists into the small of her back.
Ohh.
Kaysana made one last frantic squirming effort to free herself. If she moved her legs, he hit harder. If she stayed still…
Warmth built, turning hotter and hotter. Panting, hair falling across her eyes, she stayed put—half-afraid to move, half anticipating the rush of the next blow. Each smack seemed to force a louder gasp from her mouth. Her bottom, of its own accord, rose up to meet his hand.
“Good.” Sten’s spanking hand slid down her cleft, and his finger dipped inside her just enough to make her close her eyes. “You’re very wet, Kaysana.”
She could hear the wry amusement in his tone but didn’t care, too lost in the mesmerizing slip and slide of his fingers between her folds and the stir of heat whenever a finger forged in deeper.
“How far will you let me go, Kaysana? Hmm?”
“No fa—” She jerked as one finger delved into her vagina, inches deeper. Her walls closed on him, tight, then let go. The floor under the chair, Sten’s feet, met her fogged gaze. Upside down on his lap, with him probing inside her. She groaned. “This isn’t kissing.”
“No?”
He shifted. She felt him bend, and his lips met just above her nether hole, his tongue licked a little way into her ass crack.
“Nooo.” Her whispered word trailed off as his fingers moved in, three into her pussy. Then his thumb nudged against the other circle of muscle, swirling saliva from the trail of his tongue and her juices around the hole, lubricating her. She tugged at where he gripped her wrists, felt the steel in his grasp. Inescapable. She wriggled. “Mmm.”
“You like that?” His words, spoken as if into her very skin, sped straight through her like a steaming arrow.
Her clitoris throbbed, the little nub standing out so high and hard she knew he would feel the movement on his thigh. The heat from her bottom sent a warm message flowing everywhere, softening her thoughts, making it nearly impossible to think.
“Ahh, you do.”
Every sensation screwed up inside her so tight she could barely breathe. She shoved her ass up onto his fingers as much as she could, writhed. Her last resistance fell away. She wanted him inside her—fingers, cock, tongue, anything would do as long as it happened soon.
Table of Contents
Disclaimer
Acknowledgement
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
Glossary of US and Australian terms
The Dom with a Safeword
Lust Plague
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