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#SFRMonday Struggling to thrive in male dominated world ~ THE BREEDER TRILOGY by @CaraBristol #scifirom

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I’m pleased to spotlight the Breeder trilogy by Cara Bristol for #SFRMonday.

THE BREEDER TRILOGY

by Cara Bristol

Breeder by Cara BristolBreeder is a science fiction romance trilogy by Cara Bristol is about women struggling to thrive in male dominated world. The three novels are Breeder, Terran, and Warrior.

Breeder blurb

To secure his legacy, Commander Dak, a ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra, a breeder slave. He intends to impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner. As Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, he begins to question the traditions and ways of his people, causing him to jeopardize his command and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.

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If not for the sneeze, Dak would have exited the musty, dank corridor. But the muffled sound caught his attention. When he squinted into the darkened cell, he spotted a female crouched on a straw mat in the corner. He hadn’t noticed her on his way into the Breeder Containment Facility; the habitation unit had appeared empty.

Dak turned to the BCF director and sighed. “What about her?”

The beta’s already crooked mouth drooped farther in distaste. “My apologies, Commander. You don’t want that one.”

Sival’s disparagement piqued Dak’s interest. The director’s opinion had proven worthless; none of the breeders he’d preselected for inspection had rated close to satisfactory.

“I would like to see her,” Dak insisted.

“Very well, Commander.” Sival saluted and opened the habitation cell with a master entry card. Dak stepped into the small enclosure. The director followed, and the metal gate clanked shut.

The naked female drew into a tighter ball and tucked her face deeper into the crook of her arm. Other breeders had preened as soon as they’d noticed him and his chest-insignia identification. He wasn’t just an alpha. He was the Alpha.

This breeder’s lack of respect and failure to adhere to Protocol by acknowledging his presence struck him as odd. Dak frowned. “Is she mentally deficient?”

Sival tightened his lips. “No, stubborn, ill behaved. She would not befit an Alpha Commander.” He nudged the female’s hip with the toe of his boot. “Rise to your feet.” She did not respond, and he moved to prod her again. Dak forestalled him with a wave and grasped the female’s arm.

“You will stand.” He hauled her upright. She averted her face, so he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Tangled hair the color of black heating stones fell back from an oval face to reveal eyes like the Parseon moon. The glimmer of intelligence that sparked within the violet depths aroused his interest more than anything else he’d seen so far. Nature had bestowed the Parseon people with an exceptionally strong immune system so that they rarely required medical intervention, but breeders by nature were weak, and so many of the ones he’d seen had seemed dull or ill or both. This one’s skin, when unsmudged by grime and dirt, probably glowed like the pale sands of the Ospian Sea. He supposed, as breeders went, she wasn’t unattractive, although the stench emanating from her was. His beta would throw a fit if he dragged such a creature into their domicile.

“Why is she so filthy?” he asked.

“She refuses to bathe.”

As Dak scrutinized her facial features for shape and symmetry, he noted little imperfection or dysgenics other than her lack of hygiene and her gender. When cleaned up, she would please the eye, but to bear his sons, it mattered more that she be healthy and strong.

He released her face, stepped back, and assessed her from head to toe. He exceeded the height of most males, alphas included, while she stood smaller than the average female. The top of her head failed to even meet his shoulder. She was thinner than other breeders too, although her chest bore an abundance of fatty breast tissue. In the chill of the cell, her nipples had puckered to hard points. Despite the coolness, he was experiencing a rise in temperature. A dormant lust chose that moment to kindle, causing heat to coil in his abdomen and groin. He could not remember the last time he’d experienced such a spontaneous reaction—if he ever had. With the pads of his fingers, he probed the sides of her neck for swollen areas. The way she trembled under his touch aroused a sliver of sympathy. Breeders lacked courage, and uncertainty frightened them. Not all alphas and their betas treated breeders well. If he chose her, she would be adequately fed and housed. His command consumed his time and energy, which left his beta alone for long stretches. A breeder would relieve Corren of household chores and provide him with a physical outlet as well.

“What is she called?” Dak asked.

“Her sire named her Omra.”

Peace, it meant.

He parted Omra’s lips with his fingers and slipped a digit into her mouth, running it along her upper gum line to check the solidness of her teeth. At a flash in her eyes, he jerked his hand away a centisecond before she snapped her jaws together, so that her incisor only grazed the tip of his finger.

Sival’s face reddened. “Commander, I apologize. I will have her flogged.”

“Unnecessary. I will take care of it.” He unclipped the sudon from his belt.

 

Terran by Cara BristolTerran (Breeder 2) Blurb

After fleeing loneliness and heartache on Terra, Tara Diehl has adjusted to male-dominated Parseon better than most vendors–until she is kidnapped by Alpha Marlix, one of the five rulers of the planet. At first she’s terrified of her tall, muscled abductor, especially when he doesn’t hesitate to quell her struggle for freedom with a little corporal discipline. After all her methods and ploys to escape fail, she decides to seduce her way to freedom.

But out of seduction and subterfuge grow a true intimacy that cause Marlix and Tara to take action that drives Parseon to the brink of civil war, and threatens not only their relationship, but also their lives.

Terran, the second book in the Breeder sci-fi series, is a “capture” romance involving a domineering but hunky alien, and a female with a bad dye job and an even worse attitude.

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Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000040_00014]Warrior (Breeder 3) blurb

A female fighting for freedom.  A male armed with determination. Can they save their people?

As a despotic Qalin marches through Parseon intent on conquering every province, Commander Marlix pledges his sister to another Alpha to protect her. Desperate to decide her own fate, Anika flees and finds refuge with the guerilla resistance movement against Qalin. Marlix’s aide Urazi hunts her down to bring her home to fulfill her duty. But when love blossoms between them, and provinces fall to Qalin, Anika and Urazi realize home has ceased to exist, and they are all that stand between the people of Parseon and the end of the world.

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About the Author

Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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Can he change her mind in time to save her life? THE GODDESS’S CURSE by @CaraBristol

The Goddess's Curse by Cara BristolTHE GODDESS’S CURSE

by Cara Bristol

Sharona women and barbarian Lahon men maintain separate lives until libidinal fever strikes, and the women are forced to mate.

Stricken by a mysterious terminal illness, Sharona Princess Reena jumps at the chance to accompany a cousin on her mating journey so she can at least see a Lahon before she dies.

Garat, leader of the Lahon, hates the Sharona because of the woman who birthed and killed his son years ago. Now that a massive earthquake has left his people with precious little water, he has the perfect excuse to exact revenge by driving the Sharona from their homeland and taking what the Lahon need.

When he encounters Reena on the mating journey he takes her hostage to force the Sharona to capitulate to his demands, but finds himself drawn to her instead. As his desire rises, lust for revenge wanes.

But after what he’s done, can he convince her of the evil that lives in the palace in time to save her life?

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Under a caress of sunlight, Reena floated in the pond, grateful to have escaped the watchful eyes of servants, advisers, and bodyguards. Well, most of them. She cracked an eyelid. Yep. Carinda was still there, keeping a firm grip on her electrical impulse disruptor and a steady gaze on the perimeter. Her bodyguard’s caution and devotion were admirable—but unnecessary. No danger could penetrate the protected grotto.

Reena rolled over and dove deep. Tiny fish scattered. She touched the sandy bed then swam along the bottom until the need for air forced her upward again. She broke the surface and flung her hair out of her eyes.

Hip deep in the water, Carinda splashed toward her. “Oh my Goddess. You scared me to death.” The big, burly guard looked like an oversized drowned rodent. Reena would have laughed except for Carinda’s contorted, stricken expression. She didn’t want to scare anybody; she only needed solitude. “You worry unnecessarily. I have been swimming since I was a little girl.”

I can barely float, Princess,” Carinda replied. “Anything could have happened. I feared you were drowning.”

“I apologize. I shouldn’t have frightened you. Why don’t you return to the palace and get some dry clothes?”

Carinda shook her head. “No, I won’t desert you.”

“You’re not deserting me. You’ll be right back.” Please, give me a moment to myself. No attendants, no servants, no guards. “I’ll be safe. Promise.” She flashed her most beguiling smile.

“No, Princess.”

“I am not asking.” Treading water, Reena compressed her lips in frustration. “I command you to return to the palace.”

Carinda bit her lip then shook her head. “I’m sorry, Princess, the queen’s wishes supersede yours. I have been ordered not to leave you alone, in case…something befalls you.” Her hurt expression turned questioning. “I don’t know how you got out of the palace without anyone seeing you.” She stopped speaking, probably willing Reena to fill the silence with an explanation.

The bodyguard would have a long wait. The existence of the secret passage would go with Reena to her grave. She hadn’t shared that information with anyone, not even with her cousin Honna, her closest ally.

Reena lifted her chin, and Carinda conceded the battle. “It was fortunate I spotted you while patrolling the grounds.”

Unfortunate. Reena refused to feel guilty. “Please go to the palace. I won’t be long.”

“You are not well.” Carinda held her ground.

“I’ll stay with her.” Honna stepped from the path onto the beach.

Having her cousin nearby didn’t qualify as being alone, but Reena much preferred her presence to the guard’s. Despite a seven year age gap, they were best friends, as close as sisters.

“If anyone can take of me, she can,” Reena argued. She owed her continuing life to her cousin. The Goddess had gifted Honna with a natural talent for the healing arts, which she had honed by intensive training. If not for her, Reena would have already died. Once, she would have become Shara, but her mysterious illness cast doubt she would live long enough to ascend the throne currently held by her mother, Ellynna.

Carinda waded out of the pool. Dripping and shivering, she planted both feet on the bank.

“If you catch a chill in those wet clothes, then how will you protect me?” Reena called.

Carinda’s resolute expression wavered. “What if there are invaders? Barbarians who would catch a woman alone? The Lajon.”

“At the very center of the palace gardens? Unlikely,” Honna scoffed. “They would have to scale the perimeter wall, neutralize our guards, storm the palace, and then choose the right path to this bathing pool.”

And if barbarians did achieve the near-impossible and breach their defenses, a lone bodyguard would be no match for them. Pointing that out would cause worrywart Carinda to freak.

“I suppose you’re right,” she conceded, wrinkles of doubt lining her forehead.

Reena swam toward shore until her feet could touch the bottom and then stood. Water lapped at her shoulders.

“Go,” Honna said. “Everything will be fine.”

“Everything will be fine…” Muwahaha….Famous last words.

 

About the Author

Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently resides in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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KISSING, ALIEN STYLE ~ Guest Post by @CaraBristol #Terran #scifirom

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Terran: Kissing Alien Style…

By Cara Bristol

Is anything as complex as a simple kiss?

A kiss can be sexual, affectionate, loving, chaste, perfunctory, religious, two-faced, exploratory, or confident. Lovers kiss, but so do parents and children, siblings, friends, rivals, and pet owners. People kiss to say I love you, I like you, I’m glad to see you, hello, goodbye, good luck, and watch your back–I’m coming for you (a Judas kiss).

Unlike other sexual acts, kissing—when the purpose is not sexual—is socially acceptable in public. At times a kiss is not only accepted but expected—at weddings, the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, under the mistletoe at Christmas.

Unlike sexual intercourse, which has many synonyms (most of them crude, ribald or clinical), the word kiss has very few. You can describe a kiss in many ways, but few options exist for a direct word-for-for substitution—peck, buss, smooch, osculate.

Kissing varies by culture. Approximately ten percent of the world doesn’t kiss due to superstition or because they consider it dirty. In American culture, adult heterosexual men generally do not kiss other men, although some fathers do kiss their sons.

To kiss, one generally leans close to another person and closes one’s eyes, an act that puts one in position of vulnerability.

Which is why the aggressive, warlike Parseon people in my sci-fi romance Terran don’t kiss. It is a custom that is completely foreign to them and none of men on the male dominated planet would put themselves into such a position. Except hero Marlix has kidnapped a Terran female who attempts to seduce her way to freedom. She has no way of knowing that Parseon’s don’t kiss.

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Enjoy an excerpt from Terran:

“I have never met anyone like you,” he said.

“Terran?”

“Colorful.” She lit up the starkness of his existence, painted the grays, the blacks, the whites to vivid hues like her hair, her eyes, her skin. He lived a life of harsh simplicity, actions and reactions defined. Expectations set and met. Certainty a certitude.

Yet she aroused questions, raised impossibilities, and caused him to yearn for things he should not want.

She sashayed up to him, rose on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He lowered his head. She closed her eyes and pressed her mouth to his.

Startled, Marlix froze, unable to make sense of her behavior or why it should cause heat to flood his body as if he suffered from a massive infection.

Tara pulled back and opened her eyes. “You have been with a woman before, haven’t you?”

She made it sound like an embarrassment if he had not, rather than the disgrace it was that he had. He stiffened. “I have used many women. Why would you say such a thing?”

“Then kiss me.”

“Pressing lips is kissing?”

“It involves some other stuff, but yeah.”

He hesitated, wary. “What other stuff?”

“Let’s lie on the bed.” Tara strode to the platform and stretched out in the center.

Marlix eased down next to her. She scooted close. “When I kiss you, open your mouth,” she commanded.

“Open my—”

Tara covered his lips with hers. She closed her eyes so that her lashes formed crescents on her cheeks. Marlix stared as the tip of her tongue stroked the outside of his mouth before slipping inside. Debauchery to be sure. Depraved. But…monto…so good… She surprised him again when her eyes sprang open, and he found himself drowning in a sea of green.

“You’re supposed to close your eyes,” she murmured against his mouth.

“Why?”

“It’s better that way. Trust me, okay?”

He could not and did not trust anyone except for Urazi, but her request seemed harmless. He had nothing to fear from her; he could overpower her.

He closed his eyes.

She kissed him again, and without the distracting visual, her touch electrified him. Her lips caused his to tingle.

He groaned.

She smiled against his mouth and pressed her body even tighter to his. Such softness for such a commanding creature. Under her tutelage, he learned how to kiss and found he could not get enough of her sweet taste. He plundered her mouth with increasing fervor. When he came up for air, she turned her head to the side, and he could not resist the curve of her neck. Perhaps one could kiss other parts besides the mouth?

Terran by Cara Bristol

Terran by Cara Bristol

After fleeing heartache on Terra, Tara Diehl has adjusted to male-dominated Parseon better than most vendors until she is kidnapped by Alpha Marlix, a ruling commander. At first her tall, muscled abductor terrifies her, especially when he doesn’t hesitate to quell her struggle for freedom with some force. When her attempts to escape fail, she decides to seduce her way to freedom.

But out of seduction and subterfuge grow a true intimacy that cause Marlix and Tara to take action that drives Parseon to the brink of civil war, threatening not only their relationship, but also their lives.

Terran, the second book in the Breeder sci-fi series, is a “capture” romance involving a domineering but hunky alien, a female with a bad dye job and an even worse attitude, hot sex, and spanking.

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Can an Alpha Commander find love with a female slave? BREEDER by @CaraBristol #scifirom

Breeder by Cara Bristol

Breeder: Can an Alpha Commander find love with a female slave?

Guest Post By Cara Bristol

Name: Dak

Age: In Terran years, about 35.

Species: Parseon

Position: Alpha. One of only five ruling Commanders on the planet. The highest of the high.

Goal: Maintain peace and stability in his province during a time of growing unrest over the existence of a deviant male/female Enclave.

Closest ally: His anointed beta partner, Corren.

His foes: Too many to count. But topping the list are the other Alphas of Parseon and his own brother who’d tried to have him killed.

Why he decided to purchase a breeder: He needs a son to carry on his legacy, and Omra has never been bred, which guarantees offspring produced will be his. When he’s done with her, he’ll hand her off to Corren. Her purchase had nothing to do with her soothing presence, the curviness of her body, that her eyes are violet like the Parseon moon…

Name: Omra

Age: 20

Species: Parseon

Position: Breeder. As a slave, she has no status in Parseon society.

Goal: Fulfill her function and produce a son. To be purchased by Alpha is only a dream for most females. She didn’t think she’d ever get out of the BCF since the director of the Breeder Containment Center thwarted her purchase because he wanted to continue to “use” her and then sell her to intergalactic traders.

Closest ally: Anika, her BCF cellmate, who sneaked her food after the director curtailed it.

Her foes: The director who has vowed retribution after he was disciplined for dereliction of duty. But her worst enemy? Corren, Alpha’s beta. For reasons she can’t determine, he hates her.

Name: Corren

Age:  30

Species: Parseon

Position: beta, a male of secondary rank, and the anointed domestic partner of Alpha Commander Dak.

Goal: Have himself rightfully re-assigned as alpha. But for a single point on the assessment exam he would have been alpha and would not be forced to bow and scrape to an Alpha unworthy of the title.

Closest allies: The Director of the BCF and Enyi, his secret lover.

His foes:  Only one. The breeder drakor (English translation: filthy vermin) that Dak brought home from the BCF. Dak seems uncommonly and perversely attracted to her. She will spoil his plans if he doesn’t do something.

Breeder by Cara Bristol:

Breeder by Cara BristolTo secure his legacy, Commander Dak, a ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra, a breeder slave. He intends to impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner. As Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, he begins to question the traditions and ways of his people, causing him to jeopardize his command and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.

Breeder explores the concepts of gender roles and social prohibitions against deviant behavior. It includes graphic M/F and some M/M sexual content and violence, including nonconsensual domestic discipline.

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Breeder Excerpt:

They had halted under a portico, its roof supported by two massive stone pillars. Builders had constructed the lower portion of the main structure from gray Parseon marble, the top half from an opaque reflective material. In keeping with Parseon culture, which valued function over beauty, the edifice formed a square, its corners and walls plumb, with not a single stone misaligned nor a single adornment to soften the starkness except for veins meandering through the marble in an unruly way.

“My domicile,” Alpha announced.

A massive wooden door opened, and a tall man emerged.

Corren, she presumed, and studied him from beneath her lashes.

If not for his insignia and his brown uniform, he could have been mistaken for an alpha. Corded muscles bulged in his arms and rippled across his chest. His hair was of some medium shade, cropped short like an Alpha rather than chin length like a typical beta. He spared her not a glance but focused on the Commander.

Alpha alighted from the conveyance, and the two men embraced in a Bridge of Amity, a sign denoting friendship or a truce, depending on the situation. The Commander clasped Corren’s bare right shoulder, and the beta touched Alpha’s left uniform-covered one, their arms forming a link between them. She studied the two men and redacted her impression of Corren as alpha-like. Next to the Commander, he dwindled in stature and comportment. He stood almost a head shorter, his shoulders were narrower, his musculature puny, his bearing common. But who could compare to Alpha?

Kianiko?” Alpha asked, in the Parseon greeting used with familiars.

“I am well,” the beta responded. “Kianiko?

“Excellent. The ride offered a pleasant diversion.”

They broke apart, and Corren retreated. He continued to ignore Omra but eyed the beasts and the sheen of sweat glistening on their coats. “I do not understand why you travel this way. But as you will. I shall have the stable keeper unbridle the animals and tend to their needs.” He paused. “Tell me about the female.”

“She is unbred.”

Corren arched his eyebrows.

Dak yanked up her shift, nudged her legs apart, and flicked at the ring between her legs. The sun felt hot against her exposed sex, the finger that brushed against her warmer still.

Alpha was focused on her, his head bent, so he did not catch the animosity that flashed in Corren’s gaze, but Omra did. She swallowed.

“A fortuitous find for you,” Corren said. Equanimity filled his eyes now.

The Commander let her smock fall. “And for you. She will serve your physical needs when you require release.”

“Thank you.” Corren nodded, but he did not sound at all grateful or appreciative, not to Omra’s ears anyway. “Now I understand why a courier delivered female uniforms this morning. I almost sent them back to the vendor, thinking it an error, but decided to check with you.”

“The articles came? Good. That was fast.”

“You are Alpha,” Corren commented drily. The familiarity Alpha allowed his beta heightened Omra’s respect for the Commander. Secure in his status, he did not dominate for the show of it.

“Indeed.” Alpha’s mouth twitched as he exchanged a glance with his beta. He beckoned to her. “Come.”

Omra scooted to the edge of the seat and jumped to the ground. She stumbled and would have fallen on the stone entry walk except that Alpha caught her elbow and steadied her. “This is my beta, Corren,” he informed her. “You remember what we talked about.”

Obey. She nodded in comprehension.

To Corren he said, “Her name is Omra.”

The beta tightened his lips.

Alpha arched an eyebrow. “You find her lacking?”

“May I speak freely?”

The Commander nodded. “Your opinion is worthy.”

“She appears scrawny and weak bodied, and I predict she will be unable to bear the rigors of domestic labors, let alone produce your progeny.” He sniffed.

Dak blinked. “You sound almost jealous.”

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