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Terran:
When aliens take control…
By
Cara Bristol
Sometimes
what I know about the books I write isn’t as significant as what my characters
do on their own.
When
I conceived the idea Terran, the second book in the Breeder sci-fi romance, I already
had the heroine and hero picked out. I’d introduced them in the first book:
Tara Diehl, a pink-haired vendor in the Terran Bazaar of the Parseon Market,
and Marlix, a pseudo villain who hates the Earth people and wishes they’d all return
to their planet.
But
I knew that Marlix wasn’t the bad guy he’s believed him to be.
I
knew that the alien Parseon society needed to progress toward the grand finale
I have in mind in book three (Warrior).
I
knew that Tara would be injured and would convalesce at Marlix’s underground
bunker home. (This would be a major plot point that would allow the hero and
heroine to draw closer together.)
What
I didn’t know was how to get Tara to
Marlix’s domicile. By what means would a lowly female Terran vendor end up at
the home of one of five ruling Alphas? This would be like grocery store checker being
installed in the Lincoln bedroom of the White House.
In
typical pantser-fashion, I decided to wing it and started writing the book
without having this tiny detail settled. I set up the meeting between Marlix
and Tara. She sells bullet-proof material. He wants it for uniforms to protect
his personal guard force, but he loathes having to deal with a Terran—particularly
a female one.
But
when he meets Tara, to his surprise, he’s attracted to her. He finds her
amusing.
And
then stuff happens (you’ll have to read the book to find out what). Tara is
injured.
And Marlix kidnaps her!
I
had no idea he was going to do that. I should have. It makes perfect sense.
He’s an Alpha Commander with a strong sense of entitlement. As he tells Tara,
“I win. Always.” When he sees what he wants, he takes it.
And
that’s how Terran become a capture
romance.
Maybe
I should have given Marlix co-author credit.
Terran
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.
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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