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  • Claimed by the Cyborg by Cara Bristol now available in a galaxy near you! #SFR

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    Ebook and paperback!

    I’m thrilled to announce the release of another Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance! Like the others, Claimed by the Cyborg is a standalone read. However, It’s a little different…it is the most romantic of all the Cy-Ops Sci-fi romances. Why? In the others, adventure brings the hero and heroine together and in facing danger together, they fall in love. In Claimed by the Cyborg, hero March and heroine Jules/Julietta are former lovers. Their reunion and rekindling of their love draws the danger.

    The blurb!

    March Fellows assumed he had all the time in the galaxy to pursue a relationship with Jules, an alien exchange student from Xenia, until she vanished without a trace. After years of searching, he finds his lost love on the eve of her arranged marriage.

    The daughter of the Xenian emperor, Julietta, never meant to fall in love with a Terran man while visiting Earth. Leaving to fulfill her responsibilities on her home planet opened up a hole in her heart that could never be filled. When March, now a cyborg, unexpectedly shows up just before she is to be bonded, she struggles to find the courage to turn him away a second time and follow through with her duty.

    Before she can act, the lovers are thrust into a political conspiracy that threatens the Xenian empire and their lives.

     

    An excerpt from Claimed by the Cyborg!

    (It’s the eve of Julietta’s bonding to a man she’s never met. Her completed bonding tunic has arrived and her sister Marji urges her to try it on)

    Marji’s eyes were wide. “You don’t want to see what it looks like? Come, on! I’ll help you.” She scooted off the bed. “Try it on, please?”

    “All right,” she capitulated. The tailors had done an excellent job, but it wouldn’t hurt to verify the garment fit—and it would make Marji happy. At only sixteen solar cycles, her younger sister’s bonding wouldn’t occur for several years. Like most girls her age, she talked about her future ceremony constantly, planning what she would wear, who would attend—and wondering who her mate would be.

    Julietta stripped down to her panties and a lacy bra. She’d adopted Terran undergarments when she’d attended school off planet. For the bonding ceremony—and thereafter for the rest of her life—she would wear the traditional one-piece Xenian undergarment. Her choice of underwear—one more thing bonding would force her to give up.
    She pulled on the pantaloons sewn in the royal huber fabric. Shimmering threads of pale rose were woven throughout so that the garment sparkled. Marji undid the fastening of the shift and held it out. Julietta slipped her arms through it, and her sister did up the back.

    The weight of her world rested on her shoulders.

    Her sister reached for the headdress.

    “That, too?” she protested, but bent at the knees so the crown could be settled on her head. Her legs threatened to buckle, but she shored up her strength and remained upright.

    “You look beautiful. Just like an empress!” Marji gushed.

    “How appropriate, considering,” she replied dryly.

    The ceremony brought her closer to becoming the sovereign. The bonding—and production of an heir—were the only two hurdles left. Then, when her father passed the scepter upon his fifty-first solar cycle, she would rule with her consort at her side.

    The last time she’d tried on the dress, the crystals hadn’t yet been sewn on. She took a few exploratory steps.
    “How does it feel?”

    Crushing. “Fine.”

    “It’s perfect!” Marji said.

    Could she walk down the aisle without toppling over, without bursting into tears, without making a spectacle of herself in front of thousands?

    She would have to—what choice did she have? As firstborn, she was heir apparent. Her future had been decided on the day of her birth, twenty-five solar cycles ago. “Let’s take it off now.” She lifted the crown from her head and tilted her neck from side to side in relief. Marji undid the back of the shift and removed the garment. While she hung up the tunic, Julietta donned her clothing.

    “I can’t sleep, I’m so excited for you,” Marji said. “Tomorrow night, you get to see your consort! I don’t know why you never chose to see him before this. As future empress, you receive special dispensation and could have seen him if you’d wanted to. I would have jumped at the chance!” She sighed. “But, like everyone else, I won’t see my future mate until the Sha’A’la and won’t meet him until the bonding ceremony.”

    “Whether I see him or not, the future will proceed as scheduled,” Julietta said.

    “Father says he’s very kind. Mother says he’s supernova!” she said. “That’s means handsome.”

    “I know what it means. Mother has been watching too many Terran vids.”

    Marji giggled, and, despite herself, Julietta smiled.

    Though she hadn’t seen Earth herself, their mother loved Terran culture and had encouraged her eldest daughter to study there and explore the wonders of the Blue Planet before fulfilling her duty. Julietta had had two glorious years of freedom, two glorious years of being “Jules,” two glorious years of being just another Terran Technical Institute student, two glorious years with a man who most definitely qualified as supernova, two glorious years to pretend the future would never come.

    Claimed by the Cyborg….He lost her once, he won’t let it happen again…

     

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    Are you on Instagram?

    Do a #bookstagram of Claimed & the Cyborg & enter to win a $25 Amazon gift card!

    No purchase is necessary! Simply create a photogram/bookstagram using the Claimed by the Cyborg book cover and share it on Instagram to enter the contest. The contest runs January 10-20, 2017. The winner will be drawn and announced by January 30, 2017.

    Please read these rules carefully, because there are a few things you must include in your photogram to quality for the contest.

    1. Your photogram must show the Claimed by the Cyborg cover. You can either use your copy of the book on your reading device or get a jpg by right-clicking on the photo in this newsletter (use the cover, not the contest graphic).
    2. You must use all four hashtags: #CaraBristol, #ClaimedByTheCyborg, #ScifiRomance and #CyOpsInstagramContest. You may use other hashtags if you wish (more about that later).
    3. Your post can go up anytime between Jan. 10 and Jan. 20, but it must post no later than January 20, 2017 to qualify for the contest. (Hint: since the number of likes will be factored into the judging, the earlier your entry posts, the better your chance of winning).
    4. CyOps Instagram Contest entries will be judged on creativity and the number of likes and comments. The more creative your post is and/or the greater number of likes and comments you have on it, the greater your chance of winning!
    5. Only likes and comments on Instagram will count. You can share your photogram on Facebook or Twitter (and that would be wonderful), but only likes on Instagram will count toward the prize.
    6. You can enter more than once by doing more than one photogram. The same rules apply.
    7. The winner will be announced Instagram on January 30, 2017. To find out who wins, follow me on Instagram (carabristol)

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    What you do is up to you, but if you’re stumped for ideas, here are some examples of #bookstagrams.
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    Remember: There are four required hashtags (#CaraBristol, #ClaimedByTheCyborg, #ScifiRomance, and #CyOpsInstagramContest), but you may use optional ones that you come up with to draw more traffic to your photogram. Examples: #booklover, #amreading #ReadRomance, #bookstagram, #romance #bookshots #whattoread #bookaddict #bookshelf #newrelease, etc. Those are just a few to get you thinking.

     


  • Sometimes the best way to say, “I love you” is through touch. #BodyTalk – a romance anthology sampler by Cara Bristol

    BODY TALK ~ 99 cents on Amazon & Kindle Unlimited

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    Remember when your favorite paperback books used to naturally open to the scenes you’d read over and over, the ones that made you laugh, tugged your heart or got you hot and bothered? In Body Talk, USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol has compiled full-chapter excerpts of the sexiest scenes from her most popular and favorite erotic romances. These story excerpts will tug at your heart, captivate your imagination, and stir your senses. You’ll visit the familiar…and escape to the unexpected in a variety of subgenres including: contemporary romance, BDSM/spanking romance, science fiction romance, romantic comedy, and even a historical romance selection.

    Come share some tender, erotic moments in some of Cara’s beloved stories.
    Available for preorder

    Amazon & Kindle Unlimited

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    USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes erotic romance in several subgenres. Her romances have ranked no. 1 in science fiction romance, BDSM  erotica, and holiday fiction on Amazon. No matter what the subgenre,  her books are character-driven stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine and a touch of humor.  Besides her list of fiction credits, she is the author of Naughty Words for Nice Writers, a sex scene thesaurus for romance writers. Cara lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband.
    Cara’s website: http://carabristol.com/
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  • Spotlight on NEW RELEASE Trapped with the Cyborg by Cara Bristol #SFR #SCIFI #giveaway


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    Trapped with the Cyborg (Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance 4) by Cara Bristol

    Genre: Science fiction romance

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    Trapped with the Cyborg (Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance 4) blurb:

    The only thing more dangerous than a suicide mission is falling in love…

    Amanda Mansfield has faced challenges in her life: the disapproval of her critical father and the near-fatal accident that ended a promising military career and resulted in her transformation to cyborg. Now a Cyber Operations field agent, she volunteers to lead the most dangerous Cy-Ops mission ever: infiltrating enemy territory to find the secret hideaway of a terrorist mastermind. The last thing she needs is an added complication.

    Like him. Sonny Masters. Her partner. A streetwise former thug turned cyber operative with a lethal grin. He can’t seem to understand she’s in charge and does not require his protection. He’s everything she dislikes—and everything her body wants.

    If they can keep their hands off each other long enough to complete the mission, they might just get out alive…

    Trapped with the Cyborg (Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance 4) is a standalone read.

     

    Excerpt: In this opening scene, Sonny Masters is in bar waiting to meet up with his Cyber Operations partner when he observes and alien hitting on a blonde.

    The Malodonian leaned in close to the blonde. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?”

    Sonny snorted into his drink. Did pickup lines like that ever work? He watched out of the corner of his eye and shamelessly eavesdropped. In the Nebula Lounge of the freewheeling Darius 4 Pleasure Resort, one could not expect privacy.

    “Minding my own business.” The woman’s glare suggested the Malodonian do the same.

    “How about I buy you a drink?” he persisted, unfazed by the rejection. His skin was as thick as it was blue.

    “Already have one.” She raised a double shot of Cerinian brandy. Her second. Sonny’s cyborg brain had kept track—not that counting to two proved a challenge. However, one single shot of the potent alien liqueur had been known to put many a stout man under the table. This woman could hold her liquor.

    She’d caught his attention the moment he’d entered the lounge. Like the Malodonian had noted, she was pretty—very pretty, but not so little. She was long limbed and toned in a way that he liked.

    He might have been tempted to try his luck himself—with a better line, of course—except he had little time for R&R. He needed to meet up with Manny, his Cyber Operations partner who would debrief him on the details of the next mission.

    Hover lights floating around the bar flattered the woman, turning her hair to pure gold, but the warm-toned illumination wasn’t kind to the Malodonian, whose blue skin acquired an unattractive green cast. “Why don’t I join you, then?” He planted himself next to her.

    “Why don’t you not?” Without wince or wobble, she knocked back the brandy and slid off the barstool. Tall, like he’d guessed. Sonny stood six foot six. Most females barely reached his shoulders. The blonde’s head would graze his chin. A nice fit for dancing, vertical and horizontal.

    “What’s the rush? Don’t run off.” The Malodonian grabbed her arm, his fingers biting into her skin.

    Amusement vanished. Sonny leaped to his feet. “I believe the lady said—”

    Before he could finish his sentence, she had the Malodonian on his knees, his arm wrenched at such an awkward angle Sonny almost felt sorry for the poor bastard.

    “What part of leave me alone didn’t you understand?” she said in the Malodonian language.

    The man’s guttural insult ended on a high note when she twisted his arm. “Get out of here.” She shoved him, sending him sprawling into a table. He swore again, his epithet translating to the C-word, and scrambled for the door.

    “Impressive.” Sonny applauded—from a safe distance.

    “The way I took him down?”

    “That, and the way you hold your liquor.”

    She scowled, but then her lips twitched in a reluctant smile that lit up her face. So she did have a sense of humor. If he had the time…well, maybe he could make some. Once he departed Darius 4, it would be a long while before he could avail himself of feminine companionship. Manny wouldn’t arrive until morning. Perhaps he and the blonde could work something out for tonight?

    Tread carefully, though. He’d hate to end up on his knees the way the Malodonian had. Not that the blonde could get him there. Despite being well-toned, she couldn’t beat a cyborg’s nanocyte-enhanced brawn. The image of them naked and wrestling, vying for dominance, brought a smile to his face. He’d win, of course. But he’d allow her to think she had a chance.

    “Something amuses you?” she asked.

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    Leave it to a man to ruin a perfect suicide mission.

    The only thing more dangerous than a suicide mission is falling in love.

    In a battle to save the galaxy, falling in love isn’t part of the mission plan…

     

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    USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes contemporary and science fiction romance and has topped the Amazon sales charts in science fiction and fantasy romance and erotica. No matter what the romance subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven, seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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  • Spotlight On ★★NEW RELEASE★★ Captured by the Cyborg by Cara Bristol #SFR #SCIFI

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    Author: Cara Bristol

    Genre: Science fiction romance

    ISBN: 9780996145268

    Captured by the Cyborg Description

    Sometimes the biggest risk is to one’s heart….

    An ex-Cyber Operations field agent, Dale Homme has kissed danger and betrayal more times than he cares to count. Now he runs a clandestine factory beneath the surface of the moon Deceptio, where confidentiality and security matter more than anything. When a beautiful young woman arrives seeking a job, Dale knows within minutes she’s lying. Everything about her is false: her past, the people she claims to know, her reason for being on Deceptio. Illumina Smith? Even her name is an alias.

    Logic says send her packing. His gut says she’s in trouble. She needs him. So he’ll do anything to keep her safe….even if it means keeping her captive.

     

     

     

    Captured by the Cyborg is available in ebook and print.

    Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

    Barnes & Noble | All Romance

    Paperback version

    Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29258375-captured-by-the-cyborg

     

     

    ★★★★My Review★★★★

    Captured by the Cyborg

    Ex Cy-Ops agent Dale Homme’s first love has always been his job and his spacecraft. Not necessarily in that order. When Illumina Smith lands on the desolate moon that’s home to his intergalactic chop shop, he begins to peel back the mysterious layers of her story and resume that just don’t make sense. Starting with why she’s luminous when she lies.

    I loved these characters and this story so much. Dale and Illumina are my favorite couple so far! This series gets better and better.

    Excerpt from Captured by the Cyborg

    (In this scene hero Dale Homme is interviewing job candidates. He just met the heroine)

    The woman’s head didn’t reach his shoulder. But what she lacked in stature, she compensated for with hair.

    Shimmering, silvery-blonde waves of it tumbled to her hips. The platinum shade didn’t reflect light, it radiated it, almost as if the individual strands were composed of fibers of light itself. Although women could and did take chemical supplements to alter pigment at the cellular level, and platinum hair was not unusual, the combined effect of the color and shine was. Striking under the harsh artificial illumination—what would it look like in moonlight?

    In a complete violation of propriety, he reached out to touch. He caught himself and snapped his hand to his side, calling upon his nanocytes to stamp out the kindling of desire. Turned on by a job candidate’s hair. This is what happened when you didn’t get laid often enough. Not entirely his fault though. He’d planned to visit the Darius 4 pleasure resort, until Lamis-Odg terrorists had destroyed the place. Under reconstruction, reopening hadn’t been scheduled yet.

    He forced his attention away from her hair.

    And noticed her clothing. What the hell was she wearing? Masculine, almost military-style trousers in a fabric mottled in various shades of tan led to clunky coyote-brown boots. A loose-fitting jacket in the same variegated pattern covered her top half. Fatigues—but from what century? The twenty-first maybe? Where had she acquired the getup?

    “Mr. Homme?” Gray eyes met his in a direct stare. “I’m Illumina Smith. Thank you for seeing me.” Her voice tinkled like chimes blowing in a gentle wind, but the hand that seized his gripped like a steel clamp.

    It’s not an arm wrestling match. He hid his amusement while noting the slenderness of her bone structure. His thumb and index finger would overlap if he were to encircle her wrist. “Come in. Have a seat.” He gestured.

    She lurched with a jerky, awkward gait to the chair and sat, her posture rigid. Her robotic movement was so opposite the grace he’d expected, he ran a quick scan. No, not android. An organic, sentient life-form, but not human either.

    “Your name is very unusual.” He plopped into his sensa-chair, which immediately conformed to the shape of his body and began a massage.

    A tiny furrow creased her forehead. “Smith is a common Terran surname.”

    If she was Terran, he was a six-eyed, webbed-handed Arcanian. “I meant Illumina.”Cy-Ops series

    Captured by the Cyborg is third in the Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance series but is written to be read as a stand-alone novella.

    Don’t miss the other books in the series!

     

    Cara Bristol 0914 smallAuthor bio/links

    USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol has published more than twenty-five erotic romance titles, including contemporary and science fiction romance.  No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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  • Spotlight on Stranded with the Cyborg by Cara Bristol #sfr

     

     

     

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    Stranded with the Cyborg

    (Book 1 of the Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance series)

    Author: Cara Bristol

    Genre: Science fiction erotic romance

    Release Date: Sept. 22, 2015

    ISBN: 978-0-9961452-3-7

    Blurb:

    Penelope Aaron, the former Terran president’s daughter, regrets how she got Agent Brock Mann booted from the security force. But now that she’s an interplanetary ambassador about to embark on her first diplomatic mission, she still doesn’t want him tagging along. Especially since he seems to be stronger, faster, more muscled, and sexier than she remembers. And pretending to be her husband? This mission couldn’t get more impossible!

    Ten years ago Penelope Isabella Aaron had been a pain in Brock Mann’s you-know-what. Much has changed in a decade: “PIA” as he code-named her, has grown up and is about to attend her first Alliance of Planets summit conference, and Brock has been transformed into a cyborg after a near-fatal attack. Now a secret agent with Cyber Operations, a covert paramilitary organization, Brock gets called in, not when the going gets tough, but when the going gets impossible. So when he’s unexpectedly assigned to escort Penelope to the summit meeting, he balks at babysitting a prissy ambassador. But after a terrorist bombing, a crash landing on a hostile planet, and a growing attraction to his protectee, Operation: PIA may become his most impossible assignment yet.

    Stranded with the Cyborg Excerpt 

    “Ten years have passed. Penelope is different now,” Carter said.

    Brock doubted that. “Does she know about me?”

    “That you’re a cyborg? Of course not. She hasn’t been told anything about the program or even that you’re the one who’s been assigned to her.”

    “Yeah, spring it on her. That will go over well.” He could envision the tantrum, and, after she calmed down, the scheme she would devise to circumvent the decision. The last time he’d seen her, she’d been emerging from his quarters half-dressed, a triumphant smile tilting her lips. Shortly thereafter, two fellow agents had come to arrest him.

    President Aaron had exonerated him, the transcripts from the investigation had been sealed, and he’d been offered reassignment. Instead, he’d taken a position with an anti-terrorist investigative organization. His unit got attacked; his fellow operatives had died. Carter, who’d been working with Cy-Ops all along, had swooped in and saved his ass.

    “I’m not saying I’ll do it, but, hypothetically, if I had a computer meltdown and agreed, what would be my cover story? I couldn’t tag along as her bodyguard because that would unsettle the Xenians.”

    Carter poured another shot of Cerinian brandy and downed it. He met Brock’s gaze dead-on. “You’d accompany Ambassador Aaron as her husband.”

    “Oh, hell no!”

     

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    Cara Bristol 0914 smallAuthor bio

    Multi-published, Cara Bristol is the author of more than 20 erotic romance titles. She writes science fiction, contemporary, and paranormal erotic romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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  • S is for Stolen Moments, Surprise new release by Cara Bristol!

     

    Meet Author Cara Bristol. I’ve read almost everything Cara has written! She’s an awesome person and writer. Here’s a great place to start…

    Hi Cara, tell us about your surprise release!

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    This summer is my 6th anniversary as a published author of spanking fiction. In appreciation to my readers, Stolen Moments, a new romantic comedy /spanking romance, is available on Amazon for 99 cents and through Kindle Unlimited. Stolen Moments is my 20th book title!

    The characters and scenario are near and dear to my heart. The main character is a spanking romance author. No, not the heroine, the hero.

    The blurb:

    Is it crazy to be jealous of a fictional character?

    While Mary Sue is proud of her construction-worker husband Billy’s new-found success as an author of spanking novels, she also finds herself resentful of Beverly Golightly, the fictional heroine who gets everything Mary Sue wants: her man’s undivided attention, lots of hot loving, and many delicious spankings.

    But is Mary Sue’s jealousy any crazier than the plan she hatches to recapture her husband’s attention?

     

    Excerpt:

    “You should let me spank you. Then you can describe the sensation to me. If it burns or stings. How long the pain and color lasts.” He’d approached her after book number three, The Misfortunes of Beverly Golightly. All the Beverly books were named “Mis” something.

    So tempting. Hadn’t she fantasized about being spanked? When she’d discovered spanking romances, it had been like stumbling upon lost treasure. She couldn’t bring herself to confess that her interest in spanking ran deeper than reading about it. If he spanked her and she hated it, a beautiful fantasy would be ruined. On the flip side, if he spanked her and she loved it, she feared it would ignite a longing that would go unsatisfied most of the time. Billy’s interest in spanking was purely financial.

    “Absolutely not,” she’d said emphatically. “Besides, you don’t need me. You’ve been writing about it long enough.”

    “Well, yeah, but I got to wondering, maybe I ought to have some real-life experience to build some street cred.”

    “Then swat yourself. You’re not going to spank me.” Quite convincing she’d sounded too. If ever there’d been a time when she’d wished Billy had overridden her objections, that had been it.

    Mary Sue shredded a carrot and sliced a tomato to add to the salad.

    She’d decided if he brought it up again, in the interest of “research,” she would assist him. But, he never asked again. She sighed.

    Warm arms wrapped around her waist from behind. “Are you still mad at me?” Billy nuzzled her neck, his shadowed jaw prickly against her skin. When writing full steam, sometimes he didn’t shave for days.

    “No. I wasn’t mad. Just, well, you know.” She relaxed against his hard body. The one thing he did take time for was working out. He still went to the gym three times a week.

    “You smell good,” he said.

    “Shampoo,” she answered. Better than hamburgers, French fries, and onion rings. “Did you finish your book?”

    “The end!” he said.

    “That calls for a celebratory beer. Would you like one?” she offered. Reaching “the end” marked a milestone, not the finish line. Next, he would sequester himself to rewrite and revise what he’d already written, then he’d edit it, email it to a couple of author friends for beta reading, then forward it to his publisher, who’d send it back with suggested changes.

    For now, this evening, he was done—unless he stepped into his office for something and got sucked into the vortex.

    “I’ll get it.” He squeezed her in a hug, then released her to open the fridge. “What’s in the white container?”

    “Chicken-fried steak.”

    “My favorite!” His cheeks dimpled with pleasure, and the last vestiges of her irritation melted away. His large hands dwarfed the beer can as he popped the tab. Tossing his head back, he took a long, slow pull. Mary Sue watched him, enjoying the movement of his Adam’s apple as he drank. Billy had a killer smile and laughing eyes, a perfect-V torso, and a muscled physique. The accident and subsequent surgery had left him with a few jagged scars on his back, but they didn’t affect his good looks an iota. No one would ever guess this poster boy for machismo wrote romances under a female pseudonym. Of course, if they did, he might sell even more books.

    Mary Sue could envision female fans lining up in droves to meet him. She’d have to beat them off with a stick. And she wouldn’t hesitate to do it either. He’s mine. Keep your hands to yourself!

     

     

     


  • Spotlight on The Goddess’s Curse by Cara Bristol

    This is such a fantastic book! Seriously, you need to read it.

    My Review:

    I loved this book. The Sharona women are strong (think Xena Warrior Princess) but the one thing they need for their race to survive is men. Of course, only sparingly and only when they are overcome with libidinal fever, which is their strong urge to procreate. The men, the Lahon, have their village and the women have another and never the twain shall meet until an essential, life-sustaining element puts both their tribes at risk.

    Reena is a fantastically feisty heroine and the perfect counter-match for the hero, Garat. The push and pull of these two flawed humans and societies highlight the eternal battle between men and women.

    As usual there was so much tension, I might have skipped ahead to find out what was going to happen!

    Oh, and there is a deliciously evil villain who will surprise you for sure.

    I can’t wait for the next book in this trilogy.

    The Goddess’s Curse by Cara Bristol

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    Reena sighed and snuggled in her bed. As her illness progressed, a persistent chill had pervaded her bones. The heaviest robe, the thickest blanket could not banish it. This morning? So comfortable and cozy. Her blanket, though unusually heavy, was oh so warm, and so was the pillow beneath her head. But hard. What kind of feathers could make a pillow so firm yet still tickle her nose? She rubbed her cheek against it, absorbing the unusual, pleasant scent. Musky, and earthy. Like woodsmoke or fresh evergreen. Or a combination of both.

    If only every morning could be like this. She hugged her pillow. Soon an attendant would arrive to rouse her for breakfast, but maybe she’d feign sleep. Naughty. She smiled.

    Then sobered. Yes, she’d been naughty. She had displeased her cousin by refusing further treatment. What had occurred after that? She crinkled her forehead, trying to remember. She’d poured out the tincture, and then…then…

    A Lahon had burst from the foliage.

    Then muscle cramps and searing pain. Paralysis.

    Her eyes flew open. Rough-hewn walls, large, rustic furniture filled her field of vision. Gone were familiar accoutrements and luxuries. Instead of finely woven fabric,  a furry animal hide covered her, and, supporting her head, was hard flesh covered by a thick mat of…of, hair. A man’s chest.

    She bolted upright with a shriek.

    The Lahon sprang up without a sound.

    “Help!” She tried to scramble from the bed, but he hooked an arm around her waist. “Let me go! Help!”

    She slapped at his shoulders, his chest, his face. Neither blows nor screaming fazed him a bit, and she found herself flat on her back, her cries silenced by his calloused hand, her arms restrained, her lower body pinned by his heavy, muscular thigh, and something sizable and rigid poking her leg.

    She stared into dark eyes. Be careful what you wish for—you may get it. She’d longed to see a Lahon up close and personal. It couldn’t get any closer than this. She could detect the pores on his face, discern that his “green” eyes were composed flecks of fern, moss, and teal, and that a muscle twitched in his square jaw. Long, unbound dark hair fell against broad shoulders.

    Her heart fluttered like the wings of a frantic bird. What had happened? How had she gotten here? Where was Honna? And…and her robe? Oh Goddess. He was naked, too. That, that, thing digging into her leg was his…his manroot.

    The Goddess’s Curse blurb

    Sharona women and barbarian Lahon men maintain separate lives until libidinal fever strikes, and the women are forced to mate. Stricken by a mysterious terminal illness, Sharona Princess Reena jumps at the chance to accompany a cousin on her mating journey so she can at least see a Lahon before she dies.

    Garat, leader of the Lahon, hates the Sharona because of the woman who birthed and killed his son years ago. Now that a massive earthquake has left his people with precious little water, he has the perfect excuse to exact revenge by driving the Sharona from their homeland and taking what the Lahon need. When he encounters Reena on the mating journey he takes her hostage to force the Sharona to capitulate to his demands, but finds himself drawn to her instead. As his desire rises, lust for revenge wanes.

    But after what he’s done, can he convince her of the evil that lives in the palace in time to save her life?

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    Cara Bristol 0914 smallAuthor bio:

    Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently resides in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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  • Spotlight on Reasonable Doubts by Cara Bristol

    It’s hard enough to date when you’ve widowed. But Liz has a secret that complicates it further…

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    “Let’s go.” Grant swatted her ass. A wave of longing rolled through her like thunder traveling across an open plain. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and swayed. More. Please more.

    But there wouldn’t be more, because Grant wasn’t that way.

    Why couldn’t he be a gentleman and a spanker? Was she foolish to start a relationship with a man who could give only half of what she needed? She’d never settled before. But at the idea of walking away from Grant, a little pang shot through her.

    But maybe that ache afforded reason enough to call it quits—get out now before she became more attracted, more attached. She needed a man with the confidence to take her in hand and provide what she needed without her having to ask. A head of household who provided stability, structure, and discipline. A mother-may-I guy would not fit the bill.

    Grant was a nice man. A good man. They had no commitments, but eventually she would meet someone who could provide everything she needed, and she would move on. It wasn’t right to use him to stave off the loneliness or to scratch an itch. He deserved better.

    “Hey…are you okay?” Grant settled a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she realized a long moment had passed since she’d agreed to leave.

    Dating did not get easier when you got older. If anything, it got more complicated. She took a deep breath and turned. She didn’t want to disappoint him, to hurt him. She liked him. Enjoyed his company, his conversation, his laugh.

    “I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t do this.”

    “If you’re not ready, we don’t have to. I understand,” he said.

    He didn’t understand. She would not be ready, ever. Not with him. But the words to mark paid to their fledgling relationship refused to leave her lips. Why did he have to be so nice? Attractive. Sexy. Damn him!

    “Why don’t we go have some tea and dessert?” he suggested.

    “All right,” she agreed, because she couldn’t bring herself to ask him to take her home.

    She slipped out of his sports coat and felt an instant loss of warmth. “Thank you.” She returned it, giving back more than his jacket.

    “Are you sure? It’s still chilly in here.”

    The only thing she was sure about was how confused she was. “I’m good. Thank you.”

    Grant shrugged into his jacket, and they exited the gallery. Misery thickened Liz’s throat, but she held her head high as they strolled down the corridor. They avoided the crowded elevator for the empty stairwell. Liz started to descend the steps, but Grant stopped her on the landing. He lightly gripped her upper arms.

    “Listen,” he said. “I’m attracted to you, and I want to sleep with you. But it has to be right. You were married a long time, and this is a big step. We’ll take it at your pace. I’m sorry if I came on too strong.”

    He brushed his thumb over her face, and Liz realized she was crying. Her face heated with mortification.

    “Hey….” He wrapped his arms around her in a hug, and she hid her face against his neck. He chuckled, a sound of such tenderness, Liz cried harder. “Sweetheart?” Grant rocked her. “Tell me why you’re so upset.”

    Because she wanted to sleep with him, but she needed him to spank her. Because her emotions were stronger than she’d thought. She craved discipline, but she desired it from him. Grant had wrapped himself around her heart the way his arms fit so snuggly around her shoulders. “B-because…I don’t know. Because I’m crazy.”

    “I like crazy women.”

    “Nobody likes crazy women.”

    “I like you.”

    “Then you’re crazy.”

    “See? We’re perfect for each other.”

    She smiled through her tears. A measure of heartache receded, but confusion still reigned. “I’m a basket case.”

    “I like baskets.”

    Laughter snorted out her nose. She thumped his chest with her fist. “You’re too nice to me.” You don’t make it easy.

    Or maybe she complicated the situation. She and Grant had connected. Perhaps she should get out of her own way and let nature run its course. Stop analyzing and go with the flow. Counselor, counsel thyself. Many friends had sought her advice, used her as a sounding board to work through relationship woes. She could read people and had an instinct for who would be good together. How many couples had she matched up over the years? Dozens, probably. But her life was a mess. A turmoil of conflicted emotion.

    Fix me a spanking, won’t you, darling?

    Some people drank to calm their nerves. Others exercised or meditated. She’d been spanked. So many times, after a grueling day at work, Otis had taken one glance at her and taken her in hand.

    Spank me, Grant.

    “Can I reconsider?” she asked.

    “Reconsider?” he raised his eyebrows.

    “I’d like to sleep with you. Tonight,” she said.

    “You don’t have to do that. I can wait,” he said, but a lopsided, hopeful smile slid across his face.

    She shook her head. “I don’t want to wait.”

    As if he feared she might change her mind again, he hustled her down the stairs.

     

    CaraBristol_RandCSociety_ReasonableDoubts_400x600Reasonable Doubts Blurb

    Widow Liz Davenport assumes when she begins to date, her new man will be like her late husband–a member of the Rod and Cane Society and an experienced disciplinarian who can provide her with loving guidance she requires to feel grounded and secure. So why is she attracted to Grant Davis, an ex-Naval  JAG officer who works for her nemesis and has never spanked a woman in his life?

    Events in his recent past have forced Grant to take stock of his life and try some new things. But spank a woman? He’s never considered that before, but with Liz’s coaching he’s willing to try.

    But when the past collides with the present, will he be able to step up and become the disciplinarian Liz needs?

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  • Warrior is Released! Spotlight on Cara Bristol’s Latest SciFi Romance

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    Today I’m happy to shine the spotlight on Cara Bristol’s new release, Warrior. I just finished reading and…

    Wow! I am still thinking about this book. I was on the edge of my seat for most of this ride. I worried for Anika. I worried for Urazi. I worried for Parseon!

    There were so many delicious VILLAINS in this last of the Breeder series that I worried for EVERYONE.  Alpha Commander Qalin was absolutely the worst…in the best kind of way.

    I loved getting to meet more of the aliens and delve even deeper into the alien culture and fauna of Parseon.

    Still happy to be a Terran, but Anika, Omra and Tara can visit anytime.

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    Warrior (Breeder 3) blurb

    A female fighting for freedom.  A male armed with determination. Can they save their people?

    As a despotic Qalin marches through Parseon intent on conquering every province, Commander Marlix pledges his sister to another Alpha to protect her. Desperate to decide her own fate, Anika flees and finds refuge with the guerilla resistance movement against Qalin. Marlix’s aide Urazi hunts her down to bring her home to fulfill her duty. But when love blossoms between them, and provinces fall to Qalin, Anika and Urazi realize home has ceased to exist, and they are all that stand between the people of Parseon and the end of the world.

    Warrior is the third and final book of the Breeder science fiction romance series, but it can be read as a stand-alone.

    Warrior (Breeder 3) excerpt 

    To each side—and up above on the wall itself—stood defenders armed with laser projectile devices. But it wasn’t the weapons that drew Urazi’s stare—but the guards, the creatures themselves.

    “Are those Veronians?” he gasped in low voice.

    Yes,” Anika answered. “I recognize them from Omra’s description.” When Dak’s former beta Corren grew jealous of Omra, he had tried to sell her to the Veronian emperor.

    One of the creatures separated from the pack to confer with Perce. Two spindly legs and a long, thick tail supported a scaly, leathery body. Red eyes wept in a hideous face without nose, ears, or lips. As Urazi watched, the creature inserted a device that hung around its neck into a slit cut just above what might be considered a chin.

    “What do you think it is doing?” Urazi whispered.

    “That inhaler allows it to survive in our atmosphere.”

    With a nod at Perce, the creative lumbered toward them.

    “Whatever you do, do not let it touch you,” Anika muttered. And then the Veronian stood before them, its rheumy gaze seeking out Urazi. His morning rations curdled in his stomach at the odiferous slime oozing from the creature’s pores. Monto, the smell! Dangling between its legs was a hose-like appendage, also covered with the gelatinous substance. The alien peered into the back of the wagon. Females screamed. Its facial slit twisted.

    The Veronian raised a three-finger hand, covered by an elasticene glove. “Awll cleaaar. Let them paaas!” he shouted, a garbled command.

    It took six guards to tug open the massive gate.

    “Ayaa!” Perce shouted. His transport jerked forward without delay. Urazi wondered if he too was revolted by the Veronians.

    Urazi applied the quirt to the beasts, and they followed Perce into the walled city. He heaved a sigh of relief when the massive gates closed and locked. Poverty and neglect had choked the hamlets, but, here, a grand and magnificent municipality sprawled. Stark impoverishment outside, unparalleled resplendence inside—separated only by a wall. He gawked at the abrupt change, but he could not forget the Veronians.

    “Did you notice they wore gloves?” he asked.

    Anika nodded. “In case they hand something to a Parseon guard. That substance coating their bodies is caustic. If they touch you, the exude will melt your flesh.”

    “They are shocking to behold, and I am surprised to see them at all. I had assumed aliens had been evacuated upon declaration of war. But if you are Qalin, treaties do not matter, I suppose,” Urazi mused.

    Anika snorted with laughter.

    “I do not see the humor.”

    “I am still thinking about the Veronian. Did you notice its manhood?” Anika’s shoulders shook. “It’s alienhood.”

    That is what caught your attention?” Urazi gaped at her.

    “I tried not to gawk. But one could hardly avoid it.” Her eyes glinted with merriment. “Your manhood is much prettier.”

    “Than a slime-covered alien’s? Little compliment you pay me,” he said.

     

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    10702163_851876268188339_8916943045364313658_nCara Bristol bioCara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

     

     


  • Another round of blogger #Liebster Awards…

    images (2)The Liebster Award meme recognizes “new” bloggers to allow visitors to get to know them better. I’ve been blogging for two years on this page and seven on my family blog over at Life in the Big Cedars. Thank you, Cara Bristol for nominating me.

    First, the rules

    1. Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.
    2. Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your own computer and then upload it to your blog post.)
    3. Answer 11 questions about yourself, which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.
    4. Provide 11 random facts about yourself.
    5. Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 1000 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)
    6. Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.
    7. List these rules in your post. Once you have written and published it, you then have to:
    8. Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it!)

    Questions Cara gave to me:

    1. If you could invite five famous people (dead or alive) to dinner, who would you invite? J.R. Ward, Charlaine Harris, Stephen King, Jensen Ackles and Tom Osborne for my husband.
    2. What is a favorite childhood book? One book in particular doesn’t really stand out but two books I read as an adult that I should have read in my childhood are A Wrinkle in Time and Dandelion Wine.
    3. If you could change one thing about yourself now, what would it be? I would give myself more patience. I have NONE.
    4. What’s your guilty pleasure? Eating more chocolate and reading more paranormal romance than is probably healthy.
    5. Would you ever consider running for public office? Heck. And No.
    6. Which is worse, to be stuck in a rut or to have one’s head in the clouds? To be stuck in a rut. No doubt about it.
    7. Name an accomplishment you feel proud of. Writing THREE books, finishing them and getting them all three published.
    8. How many jobs have you had in your life? Six. Grocery store carryout, Famous Barr retail sales, Waitress at Ryan’s Steakhouse, English Teacher, Thrifty Nickel Want Ads graphics designer and Donor Recruiter at a local blood center.
    9. How many brothers and sisters do you have? One brother who is 3 1/2 years younger.
    10. What is your greatest fear? Snakes. Why do there always have to be snakes.
    11. Name something you do for fun. I got a new kayak last summer. That’s pretty fun. I can’t wait to get it back on the water again.

     Eleven random facts about me.

    1. I rode my bike 242 miles across the state of Missouri.
    2. I competed in an adventure race. I wasn’t last.
    3. I once won first place in my age category in a duathalon. I was the only one in my age category and came in DEAD LAST.
    4. I’ve been in 49 of our 50 states.
    5. I keep bees.
    6. I got perms for YEARS until I finally figured out 25 years ago that my hair was curly. Duh.
    7. All of my girl pets are named after flowers. All of the boys have been named after weeds or bugs. Except the guinea pig. He came to us inexplicably named Rex.
    8. I’ve been married for 24 years to the same man. I lived with him for four years before we got married and stalked him for two more.
    9. I REALLY want to go eat my way through Italy and drink my way through Ireland.
    10. The only way I would ever jump out of an airplane is if it was on fire.
    11. I always wanted to be a rock star but I can’t sing or play any instruments. So there’s that.

    Your Questions:

    1. What is your fantasy vacation
    2. Cats or Dogs?.
    3. What’s your favorite breakfast?
    4. What’s your guilty pleasure?
    5. What’s your favorite thing about blogging?
    6. What’s is the one thing you wish you could do over?
    7. If you could go back in time to your 18 year old self, what message would you give yourself?
    8. If you had a day to do whatever you wanted, what would you do?
    9. What advice do you have for someone who is new to blogging?
    10. What is one of your pet peeves?
    11. What are some of the challenges of pursuing your life as a blogger/writer?

    The nominees!

    And now I nominate Allison Merritt, Brenda Dyer, Rosalie Stanton, Wendy L. Curtis, Misty Simon.