I'm fussy about books. Can't help it. Time is short, work takes over, blah blah blah. But I had the privilege of read Cari Silverwood's Iron Dominance in it's early stages and literally fell in love with several of the characters. I don't read steam punk. It's not my 'thing'. But Ms. Silverwood showed me that it could be. With her delicious costumes and....my god the TOYS! Then add to it some get-down-on-your-knees-and-beg worthy Doms...yeah. Steam punk still isn't my thing. Unless she writes it.Today, she's taken the time to do a quick interview and answer my off the wall questions in a way that will show you why you need her books on your shelves.
Without any more of my gushing (yes, must gush, need more Danyko and I'm tired of waiting!) I give you Cari Silverwood!
First crazy question: What’s your favourite thing to watch on TV while being intimate?
If I said Gone With The Wind or something romantic I’d be lying. We’re talking ‘intimate’ intimate here, aren’t we? A porn video. I mean who can follow a plot when you’re making love? Though after a while even a porn video gets lost in the background hum, assuming you’re doing it right.
All right, imagine a very ordinary situation and find a way to make it romantic.
Ordinary? As in setting, I guess you mean. Since not everyone has a beach handy like our lovely Australian ones, how about a supermarket? The smallish local one and you know that Steve the guy who packs the shelves and looks after the cash register has the hots for you.
The gourmet olive oil in that fancy long bottle is way up on the top shelf.
I reach for it, feeling the stretch in my calves and going up on the tips of my worn-out runners. Just as my fingers close around the bottle of glistening yellow oil -- virgin olive oil -- Steve steps up behind me and runs his arm about my waist. I know it’s him as there’s no one else in the store this late at night. Plus I recognize his cologne and if it’s not him, my my, I don’t care anyway. That hot man’s hand splaying across my belly feels damn good. He slides one finger under the waistband of my little skirt.
“You sure that’s your oil, Jennie? Last I heard you weren’t a virgin no more.” Then he kisses the side of my neck, just below my ear, blowing warmth inside my ear and fanning strands of hair across my cheek. My lips part. I breath out, shuddering a little.
“Steve, what in hell are you --”
“Shhh.” He tugs me in tight against him. That hardness at my buttocks isn’t some new accessory at the front of his jeans. I can’t help nudging back into him, can’t help the way my nipples scrunch up and poke into my flimsy string strap top. Then he bites, like he means to draw blood maybe, on the long muscle of my neck and I groan.
“Steve, this isn’t the place,” I whisper. Why I whispered I had no idea. No customers at all. Me and him, alone, so long as no one’s watching on the surveillance camera.
If I thought he was planning to smooch only, now I found out otherwise.
He gripped the wrist of my hand, the one still holding the oil bottle and used gentle force, making me lower the bottle. I let him. My legs quivered when the top of the bottle touched the hem of my skirt.
“You are putting this under your skirt, between your legs. If I find out you’re wet, this bottle is sliding up inside you. The whole cold, hard length of it.”
My ribs heaved from my panting. The underside of my breasts brushed his rigid arm.
The way his tongue tip traced inside my ear while he talked dirty, the way he trapped me in his arms. I was confused by the myriad sensations, and so hot, so wanting. I squirmed, imagining how this would feel.
“Then in and out, and in and out, until I make you come. After that, maybe I’ll get you to kneel and open your mouth so I can fuck it, or maybe I’ll just take you from behind.”
I whimper. I was wet, how could I not be? My panties were damp and his words had made me even wetter.
… Ahem. Let’s leave Steve and Jennie to their store delivery.
Mmm...I like! Now...If you found a sexy man/woman tied up on your bed, what would you do with him/her?
Hmmm. Not sure. Could be interesting to experiment I guess. I’ve heard all about pervertibles so maybe now I can experiment with that kitchen spatula, the hairbrush, silk scarves, ice cubes, oooh and the clothes pegs. Yes!
Now...What do you consider the most erotic fruit?
Strawberries. I’ve seen so many pictures of lips with strawberries sliding into them.
Name a historical figure you admire. Explain why.
The White Mouse. The Australian super-spy, Nancy Wake, in World War Two. Very brave woman.
What mythical creature would you want to be? A mermaid -- I love swimming!
Beer, wine, or spirits? Wine. Champagne. But beer is nice too…Guinness, lager. And scotch on the rocks -- yummy. Can you tell I’m giving short answers because I wrote too much above?
If you had to choose between an angel and a vampire, which would you choose? Why?
Angel. It’s always sexy to corrupt the innocent.
Most people would say uniforms are sexy. Do you agree? Which is the sexiest in your opinion? They can be sexy on the right people. Both men and women. I don’t really have a favorite as I tend to judge on what’s inside them a lot. <g>
What’s your favourite action movie? If you don’t have a favourite, name one you didn’t hate.
The Fifth Element. Scifi action but so intense. Bruce Willis is great and so is the plot, the setting, in fact it’s one of my all-time favorites. I even loved that opera singer and the bad guy was awesome.
Name your favourite cookie. No, seriously, tell us what it is and give it a new name.
Muffins! Sorry. I love choc chip muffins more than cookies. The muffigalacious chomp? LOL
Who’s your favourite cartoon character? What do you like about them? The robot from Futurama. He is so nasty and hilarious at the same time. Bite my shiny metal ass.
What is the name of the last book you wanted to use as kindling? No. Mustn’t say. It was probably an erotic book and saying would be rude. Besides, I forgot the title, it was that bad.
What songs would you choose for the soundtrack of your life? Right now I’m in love with Muse and Warren Zevon so they’ll do. Love em all. Nightwish too actually. Not sure they describe my life exactly though. Something like a jingle might be better off for that. Or a five year old playing a harmonica really really badly.
Of all your characters, which one do you think would be best in a crisis? I’m ashamed to say all those strong ladies I wrote tend to be flawed and I’d rather trust one of the men. Sten, my latest in Lust Plague would be the nicest guy to trust even if he’s rather trigger happy with dragging his women onto the bed…the roof…and into the forest so he can tie them to trees. Hmm. Of the women, strangely enough, his partner, Kaysana, would be the strongest and most reliable in a crisis.
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