Welcome Cara Bristol back to Romance Beckons.
I'm so excited to have her visit with her newest release, Breeder. It came out on Tuesday. It's on my e-reader and I have plans to read it this weekend. So, I can honestly say GO OUT AND GET THIS BOOK! For now though, check out what she has to say about the world she created for Breeder. Then enjoy an excerpt that shows just what you're in for when you read the story...
Can a man love a woman in a man’s world?
You’ve heard the phrase “a man’s world.”
It generally refers to a culture that favors men over women.
On the alien planet Parseon, “a man’s world” is taken to a new level. Society centers upon a humanoid aggressive warrior race of men who dominate. Men are the rulers, the leaders, the workers, the domestic and sexual partners. The androcentric, androsocial culture is sanctioned and enforced by Parseon law known as Protocol.
· Protocol holds that females are genetically inferior to men. Protocol prohibits the education of females and keeps females illiterate while teaching that females are mentally incapable of learning to read.
· Protocol bans women from owning property of any sort. Even their clothing belongs to their male owners.
· Protocol teaches that females are incapable of experiencing sexual pleasure.
· Protocol sanctions rape as normal act of male sexual release.
Protocol has convinced Parseon males they do not need women for anything.
But Protocol is wrong about everything. And Protocol forgot about the need for reproduction.
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 Protocol-sanctioned male domination, 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 domestic discipline.
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.