Wave your light sabre if you read sci-fi. Okay, now raise your hand if you don’t read science fiction.
Just as I thought.
I don’t read science fiction either—well, except for authors Sue Lyndon, Natasha Knight, Monica Enderle Pierce, Jessica Subject, and probably a few more that I should remember but can’t recall at the moment. Of the sci-fi “classics,” I’ve read a few novels by Ray Bradbury, Marge Piercy, and Robert Heinlein. I’ve read quite a few from Michael Crichton. I never missed an episode of Star Trek, both the original and Next Generation, and caught quite a few episodes of Deep Space Nine. Ditto for Battlestar Gallactica, Twilight Zone, Outer Limits.
But I don’t consider myself a sci-fi reader. Right or wrong, when I hear “science fiction” I think outer space. Flash. More emphasis on setting than story. On futuristic weaponry rather than character. On an overdose of science. I’m for accuracy in fiction, but I don’t want feel like I’m reading a textbook (I run into this in historical fiction sometimes too). I want to fall in love with the hero, and frankly spotted extraterrestrials eighteen inches tall don’t do it for me. Alien names are hard to remember and even harder to pronounce.
Give me story. Give me characters. Give me heart.
But within every genre exists a wide range of elements. In paranormal you can find a shapeshifting weresquirrel—elven on her mother’s side—or a human with a touch of ESP. And so it goes with sci-fi.
Some novels are of the space fantasy variety, some are based on hardcore science, others are merely futuristic and often not even set that far in the future.
I don’t read science fiction—except for when I do. When the story is too compelling to ignore.
I hope my readers find that to be the case with Breeder, my erotic science fiction domestic discipline romance. I chose to write in the futuristic, sci-fi genre because I could not tell the story any other way. My germ of the idea was of female sexual slavery that is sanctioned and enforced by law. Where else could that happen but on an alien planet?
But I felt strongly that the novel must appeal to readers of contemporary fiction too. So, the alien race in Breeder is humanoid in appearance. If you passed a Parseon “alpha” on the street, you’d never know he wasn’t human, except you’d probably think, “Damn, that’s one hot dude!” Which is not to say there are no differences between Parseons and Terrans—there are, and they impact the story.
I tried hard to give my characters names that had an alien feel, but that were easy to remember and pronounce: Dak, Omra, Aniki, Corren, Marlix, Tarbek.
One thing I personally enjoy in sci-fi is when authors combine the futuristic with the anachronistic, so I’ve done that with Breeder. The Parseon people can travel quickly by sky tram or slowly by beast-drawn conveyance. An Alpha can take down an enemy with a dagger or with an LPD (laser projectile device).
For my spanking fiction fans, I offer noncom domestic discipline alien-style. A male-dominated society in which corporal punishment of both sexes is the norm. And of course, there are alien spanking implements! You think spanking stings? Get ready for paddling on Parson.
But Breeder focuses story and character, on a man who isn’t supposed to love woman, who is banned by law from loving her, but does. And it changes his world.
I’ve been noodling the blurb. It still isn’t “official,” but this is what I submitted to Loose Id on the official blurb form:
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 Protocol-sanctioned male domination, 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 graphic M/F and M/M sexual content and violence, including nonconsensual domestic discipline.
And a sneak peek at a snippet:
She’d held her breath as they’d ridden out of the compound, unconvinced she would be allowed to leave. She had expected someone to dash out and yell, “Stop! There’s been a mistake!” Of course, no one’s will superseded Alpha’s, but she’d never been this lucky. Only five Alphas ruled Parseon, and to be purchased by one was a breeder’s impossible dream.
Her throat tightened with comprehension that her life and Anika’s had diverged, and they would never see each other again. Many times Anika’s kindness had been the sole tether that had prevented Omra from descending into despair. She would mourn the loss of the friendship but intended to concentrate on the noble purpose stretching before her.
Alpha had chosen her to produce his sons. Her heart and stomach contracted, and she pressed a hand to her abdomen. A terrifying honor.
Breeder…erotic sci-fi…coming Tuesday, October 15, 2013 from Loose Id.