Abducted at eighteen. Held captive for 15 months.
It reads like one of those headlines. And yes, I did it. I stole her. Nora, with her long dark hair and silky skin. She’s my weakness, my obsession.
I’m not a good man. I never pretended to be one. She can love me, but she can’t change me.
I can, however, change her.
My name is Julian Esguerra, and Nora is mine to keep.
***Keep Me is the sequel to Twist Me, told from Nora & Julian’s POV.***
“Are you all right?” There is a concerned expression on Nora’s face as she reaches up to touch the area above my left ear. Her slender fingers are gentle on my scalp. “Does it still hurt?”
Her touch sends pleasure streaking down my spine. I want this from her. I want her to care about my well-being. I want her to love me even though I stole her freedom—even though, by all rights, she should hate me.
I have no illusions about myself. I’m one of those men they show on the news—the ones that everyone fears and despises. I took a young woman because I wanted her and for no other reason.
I took her and I made her mine.
I make no excuses for my actions. I feel no guilt either. I wanted Nora, and now she’s here with me, looking at me like I’m the most important person in her world.
And I am. I am exactly what she needs now . . . what she craves. I will give her everything, and I will take everything from her in return. Her body, her mind, her devotion—I want it all. I want her pain and her pleasure, her fear and her joy.
I want to be her entire life.
“No, it’s fine,” I say in response to her earlier question. “It’s almost healed.”
She pulls her fingers away, and I catch her hand, not ready to forego the pleasure of her touch. Her hand is slim and delicate in my grasp, her skin soft and warm. She tries to tug it away reflexively, but I don’t let her, my fingers tightening around her small palm. Her strength is insignificant compared to mine; she can’t make me release her unless I chose to let her go.
She doesn’t really want me to let her go, anyway. I can feel the excitement rising within her, and my body hardens, a dark hunger awakening within me again. Reaching across the table, I slowly and purposefully unbuckle her safety belt.
Then I stand up, still holding her hand, and lead her to the bedroom at the back of the airplane.
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The highly anticipated sequel to The Sorcery Code . . .
After the battle with the Sorcerer Guard, Gala and Blaise take shelter in the mountains, a place of unique beauty and danger. Augusta, however, is determined to exact revenge—even as Barson, her ambitious lover, implements his own plan. But amidst politics, battles, and intrigue, something far bigger is brewing . . . something that could disturb the balance of the Spell Realm itself.
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.
After fleeing heartache on Terra, Tara Diehl has adjusted to male-dominated Parseon better than most vendors until she is kidnapped by Alpha Marlix, a ruling commander. At first her tall, muscled abductor terrifies her, especially when he doesn’t hesitate to quell her struggle for freedom with some force. When her attempts 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, threatening 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, a female with a bad dye job and an even worse attitude, hot sex, and spanking.
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.”
“They grabbed me,” she sobbed.
“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.
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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Truthfully, I’m excited. I never, ever dreamed that I would be doing what I’m doing now at this stage of my life. I always thought of writing as a dream to be pursued in the distant future, perhaps after retirement. The fact that Dima and I are full-time authors still boggles my mind, and not a single day goes by when I don’t feel grateful for the indie publishing revolution that made this possible—and for our amazing, wonderful readers.
Now on to the book stuff… As some of you know, we currently have three books in the works. The Spell Realm (The Sorcery Code #2) is in the editing stages, so we should have it out in the next few weeks. Keep Me and The Krinar Captive will take longer, because I keep switching between the two books. I really, really should just focus on one, but I appear to have the attention span of a gnat these past couple of months. As a result, The Krinar Captive is at about 35,000 words (~45% done) and Keep Me is at about 20,000 words (~25% complete). I was going to concentrate on The Krinar Captive, since it was further along, but Nora and Julian kept calling me, so last week I switched over to Keep Me. If I stick with it, then Keep Me will come out ahead of The Krinar Captive–which is not what I thought just a month ago. Do you see why I’m hesitant to set dates far in advance?
Another problem is that I can’t make myself write the traditional first draft (i.e. vomit words onto paper). I agonize over every single word, then go over everything several times before moving on to the next chapter/scene. The result is a draft that’s almost publication-ready, but that advances at a glacial pace. I hear stories of writers being able to do 10,000 words per day, and I turn pea-green with envy each time. My best days are probably around 2,000 words, and lately 1,000 words seems to be my daily limit.
Still, I’m confident that these books will be out this year, even if I’m shaky on the exact publication order. My goal is to get Keep Me out this Fall, since many of you are waiting for this book. I may need to delay The Krinar Captive a bit to accomplish that, but both books will be released in 2014. And contrary to my usual policy, I may be able to give you guys a Keep Me release date soon (along with pre-order links), so please stay tuned!
Here’s a quick recap of our month, in case you’re curious:
1) Had three book releases in Germany. Our translations of Close Remembrance, The Sorcery Code, and Twist Me all ended up coming out around the same time. It was like a non-stop formatting and publishing marathon :).
2) Prepared for and attended our first conference ever—The Novel Experience Event in Atlanta. We met tons of wonderful people. A truly amazing (if somewhat exhausting) experience!
3) Prepped for our first tax season as independent authors and figured out our health insurance situation. Not fun, but had to be done.
4) Found someone to help out with the marketing and publishing logistics. I will introduce you all to her very soon :).
Now we’re back home and ready to dive into our usual writing routine. On the agenda: The Spell Realm (The Sorcery Code #2), The Krinar Captive, and of course, Keep Me (Twist Me #2).
Here’s to hoping that no zombies show up at the book signing — or if they do, they just want swag :).
Entführt und auf eine einsame Insel verschleppt.
Ich hätte niemals gedacht, dass mir so etwas passiert. Ich hätte mir niemals vorstellen können, dass eine zufällige Begegnung kurz vor meinem achtzehnten Geburtstag mein Leben völlig umkrempeln würde.
Jetzt gehöre ich ihm. Julian. Dem Mann, der genauso rücksichtslos wie gutaussehend ist – dem Mann, dessen Berührungen mich brennen lassen. Ein Mann, dessen Zärtlichkeit ich verstörender finde, als seine Grausamkeit.
Mein Entführer ist ein Rätsel für mich. Ich weiß nicht, wer er ist, oder warum er mich verschleppt hat. In ihm ist eine Dunkelheit – eine Dunkelheit, die mir genauso Angst macht, wie sie mich anzieht.
Mein Name ist Nora Leston und das ist meine Geschichte.
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