Promotional Post: Mesmer by Cari Silverwood and Jennifer Bene

This week I have two dark queens on my blog. I’m a huge fan of Cari Silverwood’s Mesmer universe and her Dark Hearts trilogy. She and another big name in the genre, Jennifer Bene, decided to extend that universe with one more dark jewel. The book came out just this Wednesday and I bring it to your attention.
51y8bee3N7L._SY346_.jpg“She wasn’t an angel, but she was his angel.”

Tomik took Hannah like he had a hundred women before her, like any other collectable that his mesmer abilities let him control utterly and completely. He wanted to dress her in wings, make her crawl to him, do things to her body that were worse than sinful… they were nightmarishly obscene.

But Hannah isn’t like any other collectable.

She’s the girl he ran away from, tried to protect… until she called him back.

Now there’s no stopping the darkness inside him, the cravings that demand he keep her all to himself — but that’s against the rules and his mesmer brothers are dangerous. Unpredictable. And how can he keep her safe when all he wants to do is make her scream?

Before love will come pain, blood, and the near destruction of her soul, and his.

“A twisted, upside-down, out-there love story.”

“I could still feel the darkness creeping and crawling through my imagination long after I closed the final page.”

“This is darker than 13 midnights – PITCH BLACK type of dark. There are more bad things than I can even prepare someone for.”

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In case you aren’t familiar with the Mesmer Universe? Don’t worry, you’ll get a chance to be acquainted with it at a premium price.
The Dark Hearts trilogy is a carnal and gothic thriller with romance unfurling in the last book. If you don’t know where a disturbing dark romance can go this may not be the book for you.
These are three amazing full length novels and for a limited time you can get them all for only 2.99 – the price of a cup of coffee… and they’ll remain hot. Talk about having your coffee and drinking it too. If you’re a fan of dark eroticism and well crafted characters, don’t miss this deal.
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Taken against her will, and yet she agreed, even begged them to do it.
The puzzle sends her into a spin.
She runs, far far away from this impossible evil.
One day, the evil catches up to her.
She was never a dirty girl; she was a fine, upstanding lecturer at a university. Now, she’s a plaything to these collectors and mesmers.
To escape she will need to discover her inner badass, and two VERY bad men.

The silver chains dangled from his hand. Each end bore small silver clamps. I could guess where they were meant to go.

For him. The assumption was astounding. As if I could be still.

Yet as he gripped my left nipple, squashing it flat in preparation for the clamp that he held in the other hand, I watched fascinated. The pain as the jaws met had me squeaking. The second one was worse and I tried to sink my breasts and body into the mattress but didn’t succeed.

“There.” He smiled. “Good.”

Now I throbbed in both pussy and nipples – the sharpness of the pain intermingling and disturbing me. I shut my eyes to sort them out, only to have his cock slide into me. Arching was instinctive but brought the pain to the fore. I went to pluck at the clamps only to have both wrists taken over my head and pinned there.

Mister B. plowed deeper into me, driving me into the pillow, shifting the chain across my breasts. The man above adjusted his grip on my ankles, making my legs spread wider and I heard him grunt as if the view pleased him.

I snapped open my eyes. Exposed to both men’s gazes, held down and made to take this pain, messed horribly with my head. Was this my doing or his?

“What am I doing?” I whispered.

“What are you doing?” That kindly if in-fucking-tense expression tensioned his face. Amused but aroused was my interpretation. No wonder. He was buried in me up to his balls. “You’re being fucked by me, taking my pain because I asked you to. You’re becoming mine, Zorie. Because you want to be. I’m not in your head.”

Wicked Ways,

Cari Silverwood, ©All rights reserved

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Zorie is lost, again.
Friends can become enemies and enemies can become friends.

What is a man who declares himself your knight in cracked and bloody armor, when he seems to be leading you to your doom?

Mavros, once known as Mister Black, has vanished.
Zorie and Grimm are in the hands of unscrupulous men.
She will emerge either dead, enslaved, or with revenge in her heart, and a lethal hairpin in her hand to kill those who have hurt the innocent.

Hairpin or bullet, dead is dead.

I couldn’t warn Grimm, couldn’t even be a clever ventriloquist, with my tongue immobilized.

As he fastened the buckle behind me and over my hair, I could see Grimm’s feet arriving, off the side. He said nothing, only crushed the dry leaves underfoot with a crunch.

Barefoot. Men had such big feet.

I had things to tell him, desperately important things. Mostly run!

On display again. Naked. There was nothing I could do. I slumped and waited with the table’s edge pressing under my jaw. I couldn’t keep my head up forever. After this, whatever happened, as long as I wasn’t sliced into ribbons, I vowed to get away.

Hope means life.

If mine ended here, with my blood pooling on the greenhouse floor under my knees…

I gulped. I mustn’t think that.

Einar pulled a white, wrought-iron chain over, scraping the back legs on the pavers and making a screech. Somewhere nearby, Kaage lurked. I felt him. By swiveling my eyeballs, I thought I found him, a dark unmoving figure standing another aisle over.

I curled my toes. Waiting was not fun when fear leered and scampered through your mind.

This chess game? I could wreck this game by wriggling, could topple the pieces off my back, since Einar had deigned not to flatten me with his power.

I had a perverse need to do just that.

Einar’s feet arrived before me.

“You are to have that end of her,” I heard him announce, in that precise yet soft Scandinavian voice. “Kaage will have this end. However, before we begin help me set the pieces.”

The rattle told me the box with the pieces was being moved.

“Tha…”

“Stop,” Einar snapped at Grimm. “You know you’re not to talk unless I say. We can alternate placing these, hmmm?”

Wicked Weapon,

Cari Silverwood, ©All rights reserved

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51nQ92HvnaL._SY346_What happens when the victim becomes the killer?

Killing isn’t right, but it’s better than the wrong people being dead.
That’s what Zorie tells herself, until the day she makes a mistake and the hunter becomes the hunted.

Maybe love is possible, even with men who can control minds. Maybe it’s time to stop running from Grimm and Mavros.

A risky plan delivers Zorie to the door of her biggest threat yet. There might be a chance of survival, if Mavros can figure out the meaning of true love and Grimm can remember how to be human.

Good people die as easily as bad.

My sobs of frustration were ignored.

As I was jolted back and forth, I stared at the stone before my face, knowing, knowing I shouldn’t… be… so… turned on.

Where was my rage?

Then he shoved and entered me. Scratches were notched on my palms as I slipped. His cock drove in, feeling bigger than the broomstick the mesmers had intended to assault me with. Sliding in until his cock must’ve butted up against the very end of my cunt.

Blood as well as my own exuberant wetness lubricated the repetitive shunting of his cock.

Too hard a thrust and it seemed as if he’d burst out into my body, puncturing me, splitting me. The extra throb made me weep at my helplessness, at my rising desire. Blunt and brutal, he brought lust with his assault. Soon I simply wanted him to go as far as he could.

The chain was wrapped around my neck. He leaned over me, pinning a handful of that chain to the ground beside my head while sinking into a big chunk of my shoulder.

Maximum possession. Nothing I could do except suffer and be fucked. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back.

He took me, rode me mind and body and cunt, dragging his chest over my back, humping me, and tossing my body forward as he slapped into my rear. His fingers roved – clawing my hair, my mouth, taking a second handful of chain. His sweat mingled with mine, we slid and slipped on each other. My palms grew raw and my nails scraped short and ragged from clutching madly at the stone.

Wicked Hunt,

Cari Silverwood, ©All rights reserved

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Other books in the Mesmer universe

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Beauty and the Beast as it’s never been told.

Riddled with bullets and left to die in Thailand, Wolfe is medivacked to the USA. He survives, recovering from wounds no man should be able to heal. Months later, his perplexed doctor lowers the dosages of his medications and Wolfe begins to change.

His powers awaken.

Kiara, his nurse at the rehabilitation village, thinks she only has to hand him over to Russian intelligence agents to save her parents from punishment. It won’t be that simple. Kiara isn’t safe.

The kidnapper becomes the victim.

When free of drugs Wolfe becomes ferocious and animalistic in his desires and actions.
What if a man who is almost an animal could command you to do anything he wanted? And you couldn’t resist…

Kiara may be taken past the point of survival.

Be careful who you dare to betray.

Wolfe is a spin-off book from the Dark Hearts series. You do not need to read the trilogy. This is a standalone book.

Interested? Buy Wolfe today

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It was a mistake to seek him out. Now she’s caught, again.

“Tell me why I should let you go? Give me reasons,”
he says, as he writes upon her naked skin with his calligraphy pen.

While she struggles to remember why she should be free, he will use her and use her, and twist her around his fingers.

He will make her forget her name, her sanity, and how to be a good girl.

Once upon a time, he was nice.

This is not a romance. This is carnal with graphic sex, dark and depraved, and this is a man to fear.

Interested? Buy Used today

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And while you’re here why don’t you check out the other queen of the duo? I bring to you the first of the Thalia series by Jennifer Bene. The series is not connected to the Mesmer world but it’s a good way to meet that author, especially if you love dark writing.

41GqQIbUiOL“I’ll break you down. It may take time, but I will.”
“And if I don’t break?”
“You will.”

Taken from work one night, Thalia is thrust into the violent, controlling world of a man she thought had been the security guard for her building, but she quickly learns that this was only a cover to get to her, to take her. As her old life is erased, the guard pushes Thalia to recognize the darker sides of herself, while Thalia endeavors to hold on to who she is.

Trapped alone with her abductor, can Thalia fight to retain her sense of self, or will his small glimpses of kindness cause her to finally submit to him?

‘Security Binds Her’ is a dark, brutal journey that leaves readers breathless and waiting to turn the page to find out if Thalia will break, or be lost forever to the darkness around her.

He laughed as he wiped his mouth on his arm. “You’re going to regret that. Trust me, you’re going to do whatever I tell you to.”

Thalia was on her toes already as she tried to relieve the pain in her wrists, but she jumped when his hand came up her skirt and swiped at her panties. Shuddering when she realized they were damp, unsure when that had even happened. She tried to bring her knees back together, and he chuckled in her ear – his feet between hers, holding her legs open. “Why are you doing this? Why?!” she half-screamed it at him.

“Because, I chose you.” The guard’s voice hummed against her shoulder, and her anger surged forward again. Lifting her heel she tried to bring it down on his foot, but all she could make contact with was a boot, and he was totally unfazed.

His hand instantly tightened in her hair. “Be still. If you try to kick me again I’m going to to take the heels, and I’m not sure you can reach the floor without them. So, unless you want to hang by your wrists, behave.” His words made her shiver, and she felt a whine rise up in her chest. He nudged her heels a little wider and the strain on her wrists grew worse. The guard started to rub her clit through the thin fabric and her hips bucked involuntarily. Groaning, she gritted her teeth, doing her best to use her fear to push back the inklings of sensation he was pulling from her.

“That’s right. I knew you were a slut.”

Security Binds Her,

Jennifer Bene, ©All rights reserved

Interested? Start The Talia Series Today

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About the authors

29597659_1896302997111186_5823654464453569071_n (1)Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness, depending on her moods and the amount of time she’s spent staring into the night.

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18010673_433153800364850_9094918859854017901_nJennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dangerously sexy and deviously dark romance. From BDSM, to Suspense, Dark Romance, and Thrillers–she writes it all. Always delivering a twisty, spine-tingling journey with the promise of a happily-ever-after.

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