Terran (Breeder 2) by Cara Bristol is now LIVE

Terran (Breeder 2) by Cara Bristol is now LIVE


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Terran is a little lighter than Breeder, and has a some humorous moments. The romance between Marlix and Tara is a complete story, and it can be read as a standalone. Scroll down to read an excerpt.

Book Description

She’s at the mercy of her alien abductor…
After a vicious attack on Earth, Tara Diehl flees earth for the dubious safety of planet Parseon. A vendor in the marketplace, she’s adjusted to the male-dominated culture better than most until she’s kidnapped by Alpha Commander 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 subterfuge grows a true intimacy that cause Marlix and Tara to take a stand that drives Parseon to the brink of a civil war, which threatens their love and their lives.

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

Don’t miss this steamy science fiction romance. Get your copy of Terran (Breeder 2) today.


An excerpt from Terran (Breeder 2)…

Commander Marlix is not only powerful, he’s feared by the people of Parseon. In this scene, he unexpectedly shows up at the Terran Bazaar, where he hopes to purchase some special fabric for uniforms. He’s forced to deal with a female Terran vendor (he hates Terrans). Urazi is his “beta.”
“Do you doubt me?” She responded to Urazi’s question but scowled at Marlix. She so much resembled a hissing feleen cub, Marlix would have laughed, except for the warming in his loins. In contrast to this Terran, Parseon breeders were meek creatures. He’d never taken a female who’d demonstrated as much fire as this one. What would it be like, he wondered? Would she claw at him, or would she submit?

Had she been a breeder, he would have been within his rights to shove her to the floor and find out. But the treaty prevented him from using Terran females in that manner, and Parseon faced enough problems without causing a diplomatic incident. But he did take full liberty to study again the softness of her skin, the length of her legs, and the points of her nipples tenting her uniform. She dressed like the people of her race, covering her entire torso. She didn’t bare the right side of her chest the way Parseon people did to reveal their insignia.

As unbelievable as it seemed, Terrans didn’t recognize status. They considered all people to be equal, one of many issues shaking an already uneasy alliance. Who could trust a race that lacked discernment?

He inspected the vendoress’s chest again. Given the breast-baring construction of the beige shifts breeders wore, female mammary glands held few secrets. But the fact that this vendoress had hidden hers aroused his curiosity. Did she have round breasts or conical ones? Long, thick nipples or small ones?

“Hey, buddy. My eyes are up here!” She snapped her fingers in front of her face.

Marlix frowned in confusion. “I’m aware of the location of your eyes. Besides your pink hair, I noticed them right away. Tell me, are all females on your planet similarly hued?”

“You don’t get out much, do you?” She planted her hands on her hips. The motion drew his attention to her mammary glands again.

“I am out now,” Marlix answered in all honesty but got the impression he’d annoyed her again when she tsked.

“I’ll get the rest of your order.” She stomped away, muttering something about a pig. She disappeared behind a curtained entrance.

“What is a pig?” Marlix consulted with Urazi.

“Let me research it on the translator.” His beta tucked the bolt under his arm, unclipped his Personal Communication Device, and tapped into it. He raised his head. “A domesticated porcine mammal indigenous to the planet Terra.”

“What about a jackass?”

Urazi tapped and peered at his PCD. “A domesticated member of the equine family. Male.” He looked up. “I’m not sure, Commander—” His beta exhaled. “But I suspect pig and jackass are derogatory terms.”