At the time of writing this post, His To Breed remains locked away in Amazon's Adult Tag dungeon. I'm sad over it, but I also realize it's not within my control so as I was looking through excerpts to share, I chose a slightly heavier one today. This is the scene where Rowan is being exiled from the colony and given to Silas for breeding. I might have cried during the writing and I definitely cry a little every time I read it.
* * * *
“One last thing,” Commander
Norrin said, gesturing to one of the guards who stepped forward. “Tag her.”
Before anyone could move, the
guard was on her, taking her arm, turning her wrist up. Rowan sucked in a
breath when she saw the laser he held.
Silas grabbed the guard’s wrist.
“What is that?” he asked.
“She is property of the colony
first,” the commander answered.
Property. That was all she was.
“It is unnecessary. I have no
desire to keep another mouth to feed. I will return her as soon as I am able to,”
Silas offered.
It felt like a betrayal, that.
She glanced at Silas as he said it, then dropped her head. Mercenary. He was
just a mercenary.
“This is non-negotiable,”
Commander Norrin said. “Your medicines are waiting, ready for you to take to
your people. Everything is in place, as agreed upon. Be wise, Silas.”
Rowan looked into Silas’ eyes
but he masked any emotion too well to read. He glanced at her, then exhaled,
releasing the guard’s arm and nodding. The guard then placed the laser against
that vulnerable, delicate skin inside her wrist and pushed the button. Rowan
heard a sound, it was her own gasp. The pain was intense but momentary. When he
released her, she looked down at her reddened skin where a small dark red
image, complex in design, now was. It was the symbol of the colony. She knew
that there beneath her skin was the locator device placed in such a way that
its unsanctioned removal would result in her death.
She looked up to find Silas
studying it as well.
Commander Norrin then took Silas’
arm and turned him so they had their backs to her. She wasn’t sure if she was
meant to hear Commander Norrin’s next words but she did, even though they did
not make sense to her. “Remember our agreement well. I am not one to give
second chances.”
She looked at the side of Silas’
face. He looked at Commander Norrin, his expression hard.
“You’re free to go,” Commander
Norrin said, stepping back with a grand gesture toward the door.
Silas still looked at the man
and it was a moment before he turned to her and touched her back. “Go,” he
said.
Rowan walked out of the small
cell and followed a guard down the corridor and up the stairs into the
courtyard. They all walked in silence and stopped before a loaded wagon. For a
moment, she looked at it and wondered if he would make her pull it. The colony
would not give an animal away, they were too valuable. And for as much
technology that had survived from the developed world, this was still the most
basic and most commonly used mode of transport.
“Up,” Silas said to her.
She looked at him, then at the
loaded wagon. Surely he couldn’t mean that she should sit while he walked with
the load and her own weight on top of it.
“Up,” he repeated, this time
taking hold of her and lifting her to sit on top of the largest sack there.
She did not understand this man.
One moment he was almost kind to her, but the next, just as cold as the rest of
them. No one spoke as the gates were opened and Silas took up the wagon and
pulled. Rowan hugged her cape tight over her shoulders and looked up to meet
the shadowy faces of the breeders who watched from behind their windows. One
waved a hand as a tear slid down her cheek. It was her friend, Lis. Rowan
raised her hand to the girl who would come of age in two months’ time. She
wondered what would happen to Lis and wiped at her own eyes as the heavy gates
of the colony closed behind her.
* * * *
In the
aftermath of a plague which brought civilization to its knees and left most of
the world’s female population sterile, breeders—the few women who remain
fertile—have become a precious commodity. Breeders live in relative comfort, but
upon reaching adulthood they are tasked with bearing one child after another to
carry on the species. Frequent medical assessments keep the breeders healthy
and harsh punishments keep them in line.
As a
breeder who has just come of age, Rowan knows she will soon be little more than
a slave, but when she dares to resist her fate the penalty is severe. After a
shameful, public chastisement and a thorough, humiliating examination to
determine her suitability for child-bearing, Rowan is given to a savage from
outside the community—a huge brute of a man named Silas—to be bred.
Against
all expectations, Rowan finds herself drawn to her new captor. Brave, ruggedly
handsome, and even kind at times, Silas is everything the men who enslaved her
were not. When the time comes for him to breed her, despite the circumstances something
deep inside her begs for him to take her long and hard. But while she soon finds
herself longing to be his forever, Rowan knows that eventually those who gave
her to him will try to take her back. When that day comes will Silas fight to
keep her at his side even if it means risking everything he loves?
Publisher’s
Note: His to Breed is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual
scenes, extensive medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such
material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
2 comments:
Finally finished the book. OMG, it was great. Loved it start to finish. It had me hooked from the first page. The tension at the end was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Excellent book.
:) Thank you! During the writing, I thought -ok, now what? and it wasn't until that last scene that I replaced the tracker from the start! Funny how things work out. Thank you for the compliment and the constant support Jule.
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