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

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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.
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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.
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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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    Reasonable Doubts excerpt

    “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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  • Cara Bristol Author Interview: Breeder

    It’s Author Interview Friday. This is an opportunity to go behind the scenes, get into the nitty-gritty of the many paranormal worlds and enter into the fertile imaginations of authors I love. Bring a flashlight. It’s sometimes dark in here, but so worth the trip. Remember, monsters need love too. Otherwise, how would we ever have baby monsters?

    Think on THAT a while… Welcome, Author Cara Bristol. You’ve just released Breeder, a sci-fi erotic romance with a twist.

    Tell us a little bit about your story and what makes it different.  

    CB_Breeder_coverin Thanks, Lisa. Thank you so much for having me today. Breeder is about love thriving in an alien, hostile male-dominated world. Women are relegated to the role of breeding slaves. Men and women are forbidden by law to pair up. One of five ruling Alpha Commanders purchases a female to produce his progeny—but he falls in love and violates the law he’s charged to uphold. Breeder mixes many genres in one: sci-fi romance, dystopian sci-fi, domestic discipline, and a touch of M/M—although the story is primarily M/F.  What attracted you to the genre? I conceive the story and then decide which genre to plug it into. I like the liberating nature of sci-fi (and that’s true of paranormal also) in that I am not bound by contemporary limits of what is possible. Let’s talk world-building. Where and when is your novel set. What, if anything, makes your setting unique. Breeder takes place on Parseon, a planet that resembles its ally Terra. It is populated by humanoid aliens (hero Dak is quite the sexy dude), but their culture is totally different from Earth. Breeder blends futuristic elements (lasered weapons, advanced communication, sky tram travel, contact with alien species) with anachronistic ones (travel by beast-drawn conveyance, fighting with daggers). But what’s truly unique is the degree of misogyny in which love manages to bloom—I don’t think I’ve run across that in any other sci-fi romance book. Let’s talk beasties. Do any monsters make appearances in your current or other novels you’ve written. If so, tell us about a few of them. Do you have a favorite? Don’t lie. Every parent…erm…author…does. Spill it. If you don’t have any monsters making appearances, what makes your book paranormal, urban fantasy or science fiction? There is one super creepy alien that makes a cameo appearance in Breeder, but other than that, all the characters are humanoid. The villains are monstrous enough without them being actual monsters. I didn’t pull any punches—and by the way, neither do my villains. As to monsters in general, I’m partial to vampires—the sexy kind—and did feature one in my short story, A Scent of Longing, published by Decadent. However, I’ve come to realize that vampires are so yesterday. I hear reapers are new trending paranormal creature. Is Breeder a part of a series? Stand-alone book? If it is a series, what does the future look like for this series? How many more books to come? What can we expect and more importantly…WHEN! Breeder is part one of a trilogy. Book 2, Terran will be published mid May 2014. I’m writing the third book Warrior in hope of a fall publication 2014 date. I am toying with the idea of doing a “prequel” to the trilogy called Seer, which would tell how the Parseon society came to be so dominated by males and/or a “sequel” called Progeny, which would follow the stories of the adult children of Breeder characters. Although all the books are part of a series, they can be read as stand-alones. What else are you working on? I am in editing with my publishers on Terran (May release), and Long Shot (June release), a spanking romance novella. This year I also have to produce Warrior and want to finish the fifth Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline novel. Of all the characters in your fictional word, which one or couple would you most like to hang out with over a long weekend? What would you do together? What actor or actress would play him/her in a movie? I would like to meet Mark DeLuca, the deputy chief of police from Body Politics and take a tour of the Rod and Cane Society mansion. Oh. My. God. Mark is sexy. But he’s hooked up with Stephanie, the heroine, so I’d need a time machine to travel back before he meets her. Then again, maybe I could just rewrite the book and make Stephanie dump him for a plumber. Oh wait, I’m married. I guess I’ll just meet with both of them for dinner. As to who might play him in a movie, I need that time machine again, because a young Sean Connery would be a perfect choice. I daydream most of my plots. I have a sketchy idea of major plot points and then fill in the details day by day as I write. It’s the sky diving approach to writing a novel. Hm…should I have checked the parachute before I jumped? How long does it typically take for you to write a novel.  Best case scenario? How about editing? How long will you pick at it before setting it free to the world? I write the first draft at a speed of 30k to 40K per month. It takes me as long to edit/proof as it does to write a first draft. So I can whip out a polished 30K novella in two months. I did write 50K of Terran for Nanowrimo, and then took another nine days to wrap it up with another 12K. But that was humping it. Do you have any advice to new authors or anyone considering writing fiction? There is so much that they need to know, but I’ll limit my advice to two things. No. 1, if you do nothing else, eliminate “was” from your manuscript. That alone will result in stronger writing. Rule of thumb: no more than an average of three wases per page. No. 2, get socially connected before you try to publish. Start a blog, build Twitter followers and Facebook friends, open a Goodreads account, get chatty with other authors, read strategically (in your genre). Can you give us a taste of what to expect? 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 the traditions and ways of his people, 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 nonconsensual domestic discipline and M/F and M/M sexual practices. Breeder excerpt If not for the sneeze, Dak would have exited the musty, dank corridor. But the muffled sound caught his attention. When he squinted into the darkened cell, he spotted a female crouched on a straw mat in the corner. He hadn’t noticed her on his way into the Breeder Containment Facility; the habitation unit had appeared empty. Dak turned to the BCF director and sighed. “What about her?” The beta’s already crooked mouth drooped farther in distaste. “My apologies, Commander. You don’t want that one.” Sival’s disparagement piqued Dak’s interest. The director’s opinion had proven worthless; none of the breeders he’d preselected for inspection had rated close to satisfactory. “I would like to see her,” Dak insisted. “Very well, Commander.” Sival saluted and opened the habitation cell with a master entry card. Dak stepped into the small enclosure. The director followed, and the metal gate clanked shut. The naked female drew into a tighter ball and tucked her face deeper into the crook of her arm. Other breeders had preened as soon as they’d noticed him and his chest-insignia identification. He wasn’t just an alpha. He was the Alpha. This breeder’s lack of respect and failure to adhere to Protocol by acknowledging his presence struck him as odd. Dak frowned. “Is she mentally deficient?” Sival tightened his lips. “No, stubborn, ill behaved. She would not befit an Alpha Commander.” He nudged the female’s hip with the toe of his boot. “Rise to your feet.” She did not respond, and he moved to prod her again. Dak forestalled him with a wave and grasped the female’s arm. “You will stand.” He hauled her upright. She averted her face, so he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Tangled hair the color of black heating stones fell back from an oval face to reveal eyes like the Parseon moon. The glimmer of intelligence that sparked within the violet depths aroused his interest more than anything else he’d seen so far. Nature had bestowed the Parseon people with an exceptionally strong immune system so that they rarely required medical intervention, but breeders by nature were weak, and so many of the ones he’d seen had seemed dull or ill or both. This one’s skin, when unsmudged by grime and dirt, probably glowed like the pale sands of the Ospian Sea. He supposed, as breeders went, she wasn’t unattractive, although the stench emanating from her was. His beta would throw a fit if he dragged such a creature into their domicile. “Why is she so filthy?” he asked. “She refuses to bathe.” As Dak scrutinized her facial features for shape and symmetry, he noted little imperfection or dysgenics other than her lack of hygiene and her gender. When cleaned up, she would please the eye, but to bear his sons, it mattered more that she be healthy and strong. He released her face, stepped back, and assessed her from head to toe. He exceeded the height of most males, alphas included, while she stood smaller than the average female. The top of her head failed to even meet his shoulder. She was thinner than other breeders too, although her chest bore an abundance of fatty breast tissue. In the chill of the cell, her nipples had puckered to hard points. Despite the coolness, he was experiencing a rise in temperature. A dormant lust chose that moment to kindle, causing heat to coil in his abdomen and groin. He could not remember the last time he’d experienced such a spontaneous reaction—if he ever had. With the pads of his fingers, he probed the sides of her neck for swollen areas. The way she trembled under his touch aroused a sliver of sympathy. Breeders lacked courage, and uncertainty frightened them. Not all alphas and their betas treated breeders well. If he chose her, she would be adequately fed and housed. His command consumed his time and energy, which left his beta alone for long stretches. A breeder would relieve Corren of household chores and provide him with a physical outlet as well. “What is she called?” Dak asked. “Her sire named her Omra.” Peace, it meant. He parted Omra’s lips with his fingers and slipped a digit into her mouth, running it along her upper gum line to check the solidness of her teeth. At a flash in her eyes, he jerked his hand away a centisecond before she snapped her jaws together, so that her incisor only grazed the tip of his finger. Sival’s face reddened. “Commander, I apologize. I will have her flogged.” “Unnecessary. I will take care of it.” He unclipped the sudon from his belt.   Where can we find you and your books online?  Amazon Buy Link BN Loose Id Buy Link ARe Buy Link Author website Amazon Author Page Twitter  @CaraBristol Facebook

    Cara Bristol

    Cara Bristol has written everything from mainstream long and short fiction to nonfiction magazine and newspaper articles. She sold her first erotic romance in 2009. Now multi-published, she has ten erotic romances and three anthologies to her name. The author of the popular Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series, Cara writes spanking fiction most often, but her published works also include contemporary and paranormal erotic romances. Breeder is her first science fiction novel and the start of a series. She lives in the Midwest United States with her husband. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, traveling, and watching reality TV shows.


  • Reaping The Benefits: Tracking Book 3 and Book 2 Edits

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    I received my next two contracts from Harlequin in the mail last week and diligently filed them away. I can’t believe this is becoming routine.

    Monday, August 12, I’ll get my structural edits for Reap & Redeem, book two of my Reaper Series.

    My goal (admittedly impossible) was to finish writing book three before the book two edits arrived. That did not happen. Life happened.

    What did happen is that I wrote 24,646 words in fifteen days, and now I’m sitting at 61K on book three. I still have to write the ending and the entire first draft feels thin to me. After my book two edits are finished, I’ll be ready to tackle it again. I need to be over 80K at completion. And I have to turn it in by October 31.

    Now THAT is scary.

    I have a problem with all of my books actually ending around 70K then I tack stuff onto the end. Apparently, I should be writing 70K length books. But the contract says 80k and that’s what I’ll do. Originally I thought I would write maybe ten books in this series but it’s feeling more like a trilogy.

    I have plenty of characters I can spin off into a new direction however, so we’ll see.

    After I finish with book three, Reap & Reveal, I plan to take a break and wait for at least one of them to publish. It looks like Jan-March will be the likely time frame for Reap & Repent. Reap & Redeem should come out three months later. I can’t wait to have a book out so I can start sharing and promoting it!

    Although, I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away from the keyboard for long.

    I have two other book ideas eating a hole in my NOVEL IDEAS folder. One is a ghost romance and the other is an erotic vacation romance. I also plan to write a Reaper short story to post on my site or sub to an anthology once the books start publishing.

    Once the writing Kraken is released, it won’t go easily back into the dark night.