Can a Man Love a Woman in a Man’s World?
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.
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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.
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Protocol bans women from owning property of any
sort. Even their clothing belongs to their male owners.
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Protocol teaches that females are incapable of experiencing
sexual pleasure.
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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.
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
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.
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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