Cari Silverwood, known for her sexy Iron Dominance is back again with the latest installment of the Steamwork Chronicles, Lust Plague. I’ll just get out the way while she talks Zombies, BDSM and everything in between.
I have zombies in my latest release, Lust Plague. Why write zombies into a romance?
Is it so I can have them do kissy kissy and similar naughty things? Eww. No! It has been pointed out to me – and quite sensible this objection is – that zombies have rotten bits and pieces, and the odds of something falling off during coitus or whatever is gi-freaking-normous. Even ear nibbling has dangers, and love biting a zombie is likely to be fattening as you might have to swallow. Blow jobs – double ewk!
Is it because they add a certain ‘je ne sais quoi?’ As in an, ‘I don’t know?’ For sure, just as sure as I’m going to google that French saying back there for the right spelling before I post this. Zombies aren’t what most would call pretty, but being able to write in the scary details of a zombie who’s chewed off his own lips gives me a writerly conniption that borders on being an orgasm. I love me some gory descriptions.
What else? Why zombies? Umm, I think because I liked letting Sten and Kaysana pop some of them clean in the center of the forehead in a great action movie way, without having to worry too much about angst-ridden sadness going round and round in my people’s heads afterwards. How often do you need an ‘OMG I just killed a poor zombie’ before it gets old?
Gun barrel pointing the way, she turned, scanning the flat roof. Four dead male zombies sprawled near the wrecked gyrocopter. At one corner, a five-yard-high metal-braced tower had a weather cock spinning atop. Storage bins, not much else. Where was Emily?
“Go slow, Sten. Some might be only half-downed.” She hefted the revolver, ready to pop one into anything that moved, that shouldn’t.
“Sure.” Heel, toe, heel, toe, he worked his way past the four zombie corpses. None stirred. “Brains are gone. They’re good and expired.”
I mean, get over it already. It was dead anyway. You just made it deader, or something. Sure I had them be a teensy bit sad at the former human in the zombie, then I let them both kill some more. Seriously though, if you put death in a romance it is difficult to get the two lead characters thinking about hanky panky. I hedged my bets even more with the lust plague of course.
She opened her mouth to speak, paused, caught up in trying to figure out their agreement. “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.
Ahem. Yes, they did get naughty despite the world going down the drain, but I made sure it was fun!
My light-hearted take on this may make you think Lust Plague is a comedy. It’s not, it’s very erotic in a BDSM-ish way, as well as romantic, angsty, and stomp-alicious in action, though Sten does have his moments with his dry humor. I loved my Sten. His laidback way of looking at life kicked things up a notch here and there as well as annoying the hell out of Kaysana.
Sten followed along behind Kaysana — the view was better.
Her curvaceous backside swayed before him beneath his own shirt. Damn, that was sexy, especially remembering how she’d moaned under his mouth. What a hard-on that had given him.
Kissing, hah, he’d not been sure she’d go with that logic.
A few hundred yards of walking and they emerged from under the tree line into the night sky. Only stars above. No burning airships despite the faint smell of smoke. He felt relief. So many odd things had happened.
“Don’t suppose you want to give me a weapon, Sten?”
“We’ll be meeting zombies. I promise not to shoot you.”
“I’ll consider it.” She expected a weapon? Heaven and hell. He wasn’t that nuts. Maybe when indignation wasn’t coming off her in waves every time she looked at him.
If you get around to reading Lust Plague I hope you find as much joy in watching the two of them save the world while falling in love as I did in writing them do it. Happy reading!
STEAMWORK CHRONICLES: LUST PLAGUE
Saving the world should be easier.
When airship captain Kaysana meets Sten, the last thing she wants to do is have mad rough sex with him while bound by ropes and clamps but fate pencils in their appointment. The lust plague strikes. From her infected crew, zombies arise.
With her ship gone, she 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 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.
“Stay still,” Sten said quietly, firmly, then put his hand to her bare back and felt her jerk at the press of skin to skin. The transformation made his dick quiver as always, and damn, he was already hard. The way Kaysana’s face changed fascinated him. It was like watching a flower unfurl. The hardness, the wariness, drained away. Instead she looked at him with adoration and acceptance in those toffee brown eyes.
Yet after a few seconds, he saw awareness return. This is new. She’s resisting this thing that affects us. He didn’t bother trying to resist anymore. He wanted her, knew he would’ve anyway. This just made it easier. The Zen let him see the truth. Having Kaysana kneel at his feet — this was his fantasy, want, need…whatever. Having her want him back sent his libido soaring into the stratosphere. Done deal.
The intriguing thing was watching her wriggle to get out of it. To deny her needs.
“Come.” He tugged, then towed her to the front of the rooftop by the leash wrapped in his hand.
“Sit here. Stop trying to push me away. You’re right. Last time I touched you, those zombies zeroed in on us like flies to…” Blood.
Keep your shit focused. Zone them out. Zen, man, Zen. Took him a few hard seconds, but he managed. He had to. Their lives depended on this working. The difficult bit was keeping her in a mental space where she forgot.
At the touch of his hand on her shoulder, she sighed. Quivering with need already? Her smart, thinking side was clearly miles away. He spread his fingers on her warm skin and smiled.
If not for the effects of the plague, this would never have worked. The zombies waiting below to rip them apart weren’t exactly love potion ingredients.
Sten pressed his palm on her nape, made her kneel, turned the leash around his fist until his knuckles brushed the angle of her throat and jaw. He bent down, staring at her. Her gaze went all gooey, her pupils dilating, gorgeous — if he could’ve bottled that, he would’ve.
“Let’s kiss,” he murmured.
The feel of her soft lips under his near unhinged him. Their hot breaths mingled as he explored her mouth. At first passive, then she struggled a little and tried to pull away. With his hands at her neck and throat, he held her to him. “No,” he whispered, licking the corner of her mouth. “You’re not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”
Then he crushed her resistance, shoving his tongue between her lips, taking over her mouth with his while he slid his fingers into her hair. He turned his hand to screw those fingers into the roots, wrapping hair about each finger — harder, tighter. When she gasped and her mouth fell open, he knew he had her. He kept at her. Not until she moaned uncontrollably into his mouth did he let up and slowly lift away.
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