Today it's my pleasure to have Cara Bristol as my guest talking about
her latest sexy science fiction romance novel TERRAN. This is the second book
in her Breeder series. Take it away,
Cara!
Because I “pants” my plotting, I sewed myself into a
conundrum in my design of alien clothing.
I started writing the first Breeder science fiction romance, before I realized it would be
series. So without thought for future books, I designed alien uniforms—shirts
for the men and shifts for the women—that cut across the chest leaving an arm
and the right side of the chest bare. I also created a secondary character, a
woman from Earth, and had fun with her appearance. I bestowed her with pink
hair and a full sleeve tattoo on her right arm.
Then I discovered
I had series on my hands, and that the earth woman would be the heroine of book
two, Terran and that Alpha Commander
Marlix (a pseudo villain in book one who loathes Terrans) would be her hero.
And then Marlix surprised me by kidnapping Tara—requiring
that he hide her.
How do you hide a woman with bright pink hair and full
sleeve tattoo that is bared by the clothing style? No one else on the entire
planet looks like that.
See the conundrum?
But I figured it out how to do it.
Terran Blurb
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.
Terran Excerpt
If people gawked, she did not notice. Panic blinded Tara to
all but instinct as she tore through the Bazaar. Suck it up. Suck it up. Sobs of relief convulsed in her throat when
her feet found their way to her shop. Perched on a counter stool eating lunch,
Ramon leaped to his feet as she stumbled in.
“My God, Tara! What the hell happened?” He grabbed a bolt of
flannel off its stand and threw it around her, then hugged her to his chest.
Unable to stop crying, she heaved and shuddered as Ramon
rocked her and swore under his breath.
“I th-thought it w-would be o-o-okay. I only went
out-outside to check.”
Ramon stiffened.
“They grabbed me,” she sobbed.
“They?”
“Th-three males.”
“Fuck,” he swore, his voice laden with concern. He did not
need to say I-told-you-so to remind Tara how foolish she’d been. “We need to
call Security. The Terran Embassy.”
She shook her head. “No.” The Terrans held little authority
and couldn’t do anything. Parseon Security did have power but would do nothing.
Nor could she endure an interrogation by males cut from the same cloth as her
attackers. Parseon did not consider sexual assault a crime but rather a sport,
which was why the treaty attempted to protect its female vendors by insisting
they travel with an escort. By venturing into the Market alone, she had
disobeyed the rules intended to protect her.
“Yes. My God, Tara, you were attacked.” He dropped his voice
to a hoarse whisper. “Did they rape you?”
“No,” she lied. She squeezed her eyes shut against Ramon’s
shoulder. She’d been pinned to the ground. They had sodomized her with their
fingers—they just hadn’t gotten around to the rest of it, because the Commander
had intervened. She recalled his growl, his shadow. The boot on her back had
lifted, and her attacker had flown through the air. She’d heard a thud and a snap, and then the pounding of feet as the other two attackers had
scrambled away.
Only Alpha remained. Though he’d saved her, the rage and
intent to harm that enlarged his already huge body had terrified her, and she’d
fled, as much from him as the attack.
“You’re bleeding,” Ramon said, and she became aware of
searing pain in her legs, back, and chest. They’d cut her when they had sliced
at her clothing and had pummeled her with their fists and feet. “You need
medical attention. I’m calling Security.”
“No!” came a gravelly shout.
Ramon started, but Tara did not. Hadn’t she known all along he would follow her?
“I will handle this.” There was no mistaking the threat in
the gaze the Alpha cast upon Ramon. “Leave us.”
A brave Ramon shook his head. “No, I’m staying.”
Aggression shimmered off the Commander in waves. Ramon was
wiry but little match for most men on Terra, let alone an Alpha. She had little
doubt how he would fare in a confrontation. Again, she pictured her attacker
sailing through the air as if the Commander had thrown a stuffed toy and not a
live adult male.
She opened her mouth to reassure her shop mate she would be
okay, but before she could speak, the Commander yanked her out of Ramon’s
protective embrace and slung her over his shoulder. The Alpha stalked out of
her shop into the Bazaar.
She could hear Ramon yelling.
Shock and fear paralyzed her. Hard sinew and bone shifted
beneath her abdomen as the Commander carried her as if her weight posed no
burden. She stared at the moving ground. His arm across her thighs immobilized
her legs. The flannel with which Ramon had covered her trussed her arms. Tara
found her voice. “Let me go! Where are you taking me?” Had he saved her only to
rape her himself? Along with amusement and derision, there’d been lust in his
eyes during their fabric transaction.
The Commander ignored her.
Tara worked her arms free of the flannel and punched at his
legs. “Put me down, now!”
He growled and struck her ass hard three times.
She hit him again.
He retaliated.
For every blow she
landed against him, he tripled with his own.
“Help! Somebody, please help,” she screamed, knowing it was
in vain. Not a single person had come to her rescue during the attack by the
betas, and no one would oppose an Alpha. Parseons would not, and though shock
registered on the faces of her fellow vendors, the Commander moved too swiftly
for them to do anything—if they had dared. Her fear rising, Tara began to cry.
Before she knew it, they had exited the Bazaar, left the
Market, and boarded the sky tram.
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