I don't know about you but I've been waiting for Warrior, the third book in Cara Bristol's Breeder series, for a long time. Actually, probably the day I finished Terran. This week is release week and Cara is sharing an excerpt here today.
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
“Hold steady. Grip the stock from below with your left hand.
Do not get in the way of the bolt.” Grogan stepped so close, his hardened
manhood prodded Anika’s left flank. She gritted her teeth, and considered
dropping her trigger finger to reach into her boot for Tara’s knitting needle.
Yes. Hold steady now, Grogan.
“Line
your target between the crosshairs.”
Target in sight. Anika closed her left eye and
peered through the scope with her right at the life-size outline of a male
sketched in soot on an unrolled parchment scroll tacked to a tree fifty meters
away. Focused on the round smudge, center torso.
Grogan
pressed his stiffened manhood into the crease of her buttocks. “Squeeze…the trigger.”
Anika
superimposed her instructor’s likeness onto the faceless target and discharged
the bolt. The string recoiled with a pop and released the arrow. With
satisfying thunk, it embedded in the
target. Lowering her weapon, Anika stepped out of range of the alpha and strode
to examine the result.
Right
through the heart.
“Fair.
For a female,” Grogan judged.
She
compared her results—dead center—with Grogan’s. He’d missed the middle
completely, hitting outside the outline. Perhaps the weight of his erection had
unbalanced his shot.
She
marched to the starting line with Grogan dogging her heels, flinging advice as
wild as his aim. She shot better than every male of the Resistance, but walked
a precarious path, awakening each morn to wonder if this would be the day she would fall prey to her compatriots. To
Grogan, who had singled her out for special training.
But
joining the Guerilla Resistance against Qalin and Artom was preferable to
facing what lay outside the camp. Anika shuddered.
After
leaving Marlix’s abode, she’d roamed the countryside for a week before she’d
straggled into the militia group attempting to defeat Qalin and Artom. Their
secret weapon?
Breeders.
No one would suspect a female of being an armed fighter.
But her
instructor saw no reason to abandon the old use for females. Thus far she’d
dodged him, but her luck and his patience could not last much longer.
“Many
females can hit the target, but few have the strength you do to cock the
bowstring. You are the best female shooter by far,” Grogan conceded, his praise
falling short of recognizing her true ability.
“You
have trained enough for one day. Let us retire to the camp,” Grogan said. “You
may bring me the midday meal.” He peered at the sky. The star of Parseon
hovered overhead, its heat barely reaching the atmosphere to edge the
temperature over freezing. But the chill provided an excuse to layer on
multiple articles of clothing. The inconvenience of removal had saved her on
more than one occasion. Still, a clothing barrier offered scant protection.
Some males—Grogan—viewed impediments
as a challenge.
“I feel
as though I need more practice.” She peered at him from beneath downcast lashes
and slumped her shoulders in a pretense of self-effacement. “May I please try
one more time?”
Usually
the number of people milling around afforded opportunity to avoid or divert
him.
But,
today, the alphas had formed two teams and split up, one group hunting for
small game, another sent on reconnaissance. The females had been ordered to forage
for whatever they could find to replenish the dwindling food stores. Only
she—by Grogan’s command—remained in camp.
She
jabbed the crossbow nose onto the ground and stepped on the metal cocking
stirrup.
“You
have practiced enough for one day.” Temper edged his voice.
Anika
pulled back the bowstring until it locked, extracted a bolt from the quiver,
and slipped it into the flight groove. Cocked and loaded, the crossbow had to be fired, for it was too
dangerous to leave a loaded weapon lying about. A bump or a jolt could
discharge the projectile. She raised the crossbow to shoulder height, slipped
her finger off the metal guard, and caressed the trigger.
“Did
you hear what I said?” Grogan’s tone sharpened. “Look at me when I speak to
you!”
She
snapped a sharp pivot. Through the scope, the crosshairs formed a perfect X on
his chest.
His
eyes bulged in alarm, and he stumbled over his feet.
Even
Grogan could not fail to hit a target at such close range.
“I
heard what you said,” Anika replied before turning to the parchment target and
pulling the trigger. Th-th-thunk! Her
bolt landed next to the previous one. Dead center. Again. She lowered the
weapon.
Grogan
seized her arm in a bruising grip and yanked her around to face him. “Never
point a loaded weapon at me! Do you understand?” He shook her.
Anika
took stock of her instructor’s reddening complexion, the slight tremor of his
body, the decreased bulge in his uniform pants. Satisfaction swelled, but she
bowed her head. “I apologize, alpha. When you ordered me to look at you, I had
no thought but to obey.”
Stars
exploded under the impact of his fist.
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Bristol 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 lives
in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not
writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.
