Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Book Spotlight: One of Those Nights by Ruth Staunton

I've had such a good time this month featuring new releases in Spanking Fiction. Today's book is One of Those Nights by Ruth Staunton.  And it's only 99 cents!

Blurb: Sometimes, you just have one of those nights. Maybe you’ve broken the rules. Maybe you’re cranky and stressed. Maybe you’re feeling overwhelmed and Little. Whatever the reason, you need a spanking. In this new anthology of short spanking stories, three women and one man all find themselves having one of those nights. Fortunately, they have husbands and boyfriends who know just what to do.

Excerpt: Without warning, there was a distinct click and a lamp flared to life, revealing Cade sitting in the corner of the sofa, arms crossed and looking distinctly grim. Stacy startled, flinching hard and swearing under her breath. Cade raised an eyebrow. “Language, Anastasia.”
Stacy winced again. Was she trying to get killed? Her propensity for profanity was one of the first things Cade had gotten on her case about. He’d stopped short of actually banning it and punishing her for it, but that didn’t mean he particularly liked it. It was a pet peeve of his and she knew it. Christ, did her mouth always have to work independently of her brain?

“And just where have you been, young lady?” he asked, in that quiet, stern, rumbling tone that never failed to turn her insides to water. Not that she would ever admit that.
“You know damn well where I was. I was with Glory,” she countered.
“Were you?” he replied in that carefully controlled, reasonable tone that never failed to drive her mad. “I had hoped that were the case. I knew that was where you were supposed to be, but considering I haven’t heard a word out of you for hours, and you were supposed to be home at midnight, I was seriously considering whether I needed to begin calling hospitals and making sure you hadn’t been in an accident.”
Caught between embarrassment and fury, Stacy rolled her eyes. “Don’t be dramatic, Cade. If there had been an accident, any officer or EMT in three counties would have contacted you immediately. You know every damn body, and they know you. Don’t bother to pretend otherwise.”
“And that’s supposed to excuse you coming home over two hours late and leaving me to worry,” Cade demanded.
“Jesus, Cade,” Stacy flared. “I’m fine. We drank a little too much and lost track of time. That’s all. And before you ask, no, I didn’t drive, and neither did Glory. Raymond was our DD. He drove us both home. We’re not stupid.”
“I never said you were,” Cade retorted. “If I thought you were, I wouldn’t bother expecting you to do better, but you’re not. You’re plenty bright enough to understand what the conditions for you two going out were, and why I set them. This is just plain thoughtless and irresponsible behavior. You know that, and you know perfectly well how that is dealt with around here.”
Stacy was rapidly realizing she had reached the point of no return. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably. “Come on, Cade,” she said. She heard the whine in her own voice but frankly, at this point, she was desperate enough not to care.
Cade held up a hand. “I don’t want to hear it, Anastasia. Go change.”
Stacy shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably, twisting her hands together. “It wasn’t…”
Cade snapped his fingers, cutting her off. “Move. Now.”
She hesitated a moment longer. “But…”
Stacy fled on the word. She’d learned the hard way not to let him get to three. In the relative safety of their bedroom, she shimmied out of her tight sheath dress, tossing it off like a prom dress, crumpled and forgotten in the heat of passion. Her bra landed on top of it in a smooth arc like a perfect three-point basket. Grabbing one of Cade’s old USMC tee shirts, she pulled it over her head while she moved into their small ensuite bathroom to wash her face. She didn’t take the time to do more than scrub off her makeup. Cade was already going to roast her ass. There was no need to piss him off further.

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Monday, October 28, 2013

Book Spotlight: Cursed Waters by Casey McKay

Today's featured  book is Cursed Waters by Casey McKay. Just in time for Halloweeen----spankings and zombies and evil curses. Oh my!

**Note---we'll be discussing this book on Spanking Stories Book Club on November 22. ***

Roxy Wilson is going through the motions. She's running her deceased grandmother's psychic readings shop, but she's not a psychic. Hoping to expand and just become a gift shop, she contacts her ex-boyfriend, Trevor Dale. Only she doesn't anticipate the feelings she's still having for him after four years of separation.
Trevor could never get Roxy out of his system, and now with her so close to him again, he's reluctant to let her go. But a 40 year- old curse involving evil spells and zombies overtaking the small, seaside town of Ocean Pointe may put a stop to any sort of romantic reunion.
            Can Roxy and Trevor break the curse and save their town from zombies? Find out in Cursed Waters!
Warning: This book contains spankings and anal play between two consenting adults. If you are offended by this subject matter, please do not read this.


“Was something going on with him while we were together?” Trevor already knew the answer, but he needed to here her say it.
            “You can't be serious.” Was her only reply. Now she didn't just look hurt, she looked furious.
            “At the time I thought you were trying to make me jealous,” Trevor admitted.
            Roxy let out a bitter laugh, “Jealous? If I remember correctly it was almost impossible to make you jealous.” She paused, then added, “I tried on more than one occasion.”
            “Yeah? How'd that work out for you?” He raised an eyebrow at her, “Refresh my memory.”
            Roxy's breath quickened, “I seem to recall ending up with a sore butt more than once. You were never really a fan of the games I tried to play.”
            “I still don't like games, Roxy,” he said. He lightly caressed her hip and felt her shiver under his touch.
            Before their conversation got any further, the lights went out and they were plunged into darkness. Roxy muttered a curse under her breath. She and Trevor lay in the darkness listening to the sounds of the howling wind, the rain pounding on the roof, and each other breathing.
            “I think I have some candles and flashlights in the kitchen,” she said. She made no move to get out of Trevor's arms.
            “I'll help you get them,” he answered. But they remained lying on the bed together. Trevor felt Roxy's hand in his hair. He felt her face close to his face. Her warm breath on his lips. The power outage made him feel like he was blindfolded. He wouldn't have been able to see his hand in front of his face, and he certainly couldn't see Roxy when he leaned in to kiss her. They fumbled a bit before their mouths connected. He brought his hand up to the back of her head and let out a moan as she deepened the kiss between them. He possessed her mouth, plunging his tongue past her lip gloss covered lips.
            They heard a groan from the living room and he felt Roxy stiffen in his arms. When the power went out all of the buzz of electronics died, making the unidentified groan seem all the louder.

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Friday, October 25, 2013

#SatSpanks Lady Katherine Talks Dirty

Welcome Saturday Spankers! This week I am posting a slightly longer snippet since the rules have been relaxed a bit due to Spank Or Treat. You may recall that over the last two posts, Lady Katherine is having some trouble saying the words her husband wants her to say. 

“What would you like me to say, my lord?” She clung to the bedpost and pressed her backside toward him.
He continued to keep himself poised at the opening of her sex. “Repeat after me,” he said.
“Please,” she said.
She said nothing.
Another swat landed on her backside. “Say it.” His voice rasped hoarse with desire.
“I cannot.”
He pressed the firm evidence of his arousal closer to her wet center. “You must.”
She wanted him. She wanted him so badly.
“Fuck,” she said, her desire and confidence building simultaneously.
Smack, smack.
Katherine clenched the bedpost in both hands, heat scorched across her ass, and yearned for  her husband’s throbbing cock.

“Please. Fuck. Me. Please fuck me.” She screamed the words and when she did, Thomas jammed into her from behind, one hand around her waist to steady her, the other buried in the thick tresses of her hair as he pulled her closer and gave her just what she demanded. 

Lady Katherine's Conundrum will be available November 13. 
She’s back and she’s in trouble.

After a summer in the country Lady Katherine and her husband, Thomas, return to London to participate in all the festivities available to a Lord and his Lady. The scandal that forced them to marry is long forgotten and they are at the top of the social ladder.

In addition to the pleasures of an active social life, Lady Katherine is thrilled to learn that the friend who abandoned her in her time of need, Lady Lorena Arnold, is now the subject of a salacious scandal. 

Katherine can hardly believe her good fortune when she observes Lady Arnold en route to a tryst. But, before she can share the juicy tidbit with the other ladies of the ton, her husband lays down the law: No Gossip.

Will Katherine be able to keep her tale to herself? And if not, will her tail be at risk of a brisk spanking from the stern but loving Lord Winchester?

Note: This book is a sequel to Lady Katherine’s Comeuppance, but can be read on its own.
Further note: This book contains hot sex, erotic and disciplinary spankings. 

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Spank Or Treat and Spanking Stories Book Club Update

In honor of Spank or Treat the Spanking Stories Book Club will not be meeting today so that you can enjoy all the festivities of Spank Or Treat

Spanking Stories Book Club Schedule For November

November 1, 2013
Switch (The Trainer) by Kate Richards
Esme Stone’s marriage is on the rocks. Her husband, Rick, has Peter Pan Syndrome to the extreme, partying till all hours and spending every dime he makes. She cooks, cleans, earns the money for their expenses, and takes responsibility for paying the bills. In short, everything. How can she start a family when her husband is a big kid himself? Heart breaking, she considers divorce.
One step from walking out, she meets a woman online, then others, who swear a Domestic Discipline agreement saved their marriages. That putting their husbands in charge helped them grow up. In hopeful desperation, Esme approaches Rick with an ultimatum.
Take charge or take a hike. 
They jump in with both feet and then come up against a wall. Rick needs help with the discipline elements he must employ. Spank Esme?

November 8, 2013
The Winner (Romantek) by Patricia Green
Audrey Beacon is a winner. Because of her slogan writing ability, she's won a fabulous vacation - one which only the rich and famous get to experience. It's a big leap for her; she's a small town girl, in a dull dead-end job; she's never had an adventure. Nevertheless, she accepts the prize and is whisked away to a fabulous cruise ship and then the prize: a RAVE - a dream-generated reality adventure. She picks a time-travel RAVE, and goes to 1850s Nebraska. 

While in her old West adventure, Audrey meets White Star Smith, an Native American man who has little tolerance for undisciplined females. He's not hesitant to show his displeasure in order to help Audrey improve her attitude and behavior. Audrey feels totally free to let go for the first time in her controlled, unadventurous life, because of course White Star isn't real. In short order, Audrey is in love. 

Coming back to the real world is tough, and gets harder when Audrey realizes that White Star might actually be a real person. So what was he doing in Audrey's RAVE? That was not part of the deal! 

Can he love her, despite her low social status? Can she show him that she loves him, or is her heart too much to risk?

November 15, 2013 
Breeder by Cara Bristol
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 his world's 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.

November 22, 2013
Cursed Waters by Casey McKay

Roxy Wilson is going through the motions. She's running her deceased grandmother's psychic readings shop, but she's not a psychic. Hoping to expand and just become a gift shop, she contacts her ex-boyfriend, Trevor Dale. Only she doesn't anticipate the feelings she's still having for him after four years of separation. 
Trevor could never get Roxy out of his system, and now with her so close to him again, he's reluctant to let her go. But a 40 year- old curse involving evil spells and zombies overtaking the small, seaside town of Ocean Pointe may put a stop to any sort of romantic reunion. 

Can Roxy and Trevor break the curse and save their town from zombies? Find out in Cursed Waters! 
Warning: This book contains spankings and anal play between two consenting adults. If you are offended by this subject matter, please do not read this. 

November 29, 2013
Reading Day. I'll have a list of books for December so use this day to read, relax and sleep off your turkey. 

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Book Spotlight: Explorations by Emily Tilton

  • I have been enjoying Emily Tilton's excerpts from her Victorian Spanking story on Saturday Spankings and I'm pleased to let you all know that her latest book, Explorations, is now available. 

    Blurb: Mrs. Smith was suddenly very matter-of-fact. "Very well, Miss Orn. It is my custom to test a new girl’s obedience immediately. Stand up, if you please, and allow me to assist you in removing your clothing. In order that there be no false pretense here, let me warn you that you will be required to remove every garment, including your chemise."

    My conscious mind now rose in open rebellion against the impulse that had had me give my word. How could I obey her? Why had I given my word to do so? Had I had any inkling she would ask such a thing?

    NOTE: This book comprises material previously published in the following books: Emily, Victorian Bride; Emily in the School for Wives; Emily Undressed; Emily's Bath; Emily's Morning; and EXPLORATIONS: Books 21-24. I here present them as a continuous story and without the intrusion of the modern narrative of my fantasy-narrative, for readers who might be more interested in this Victorian material.
    In this notebook, imagined as passed down to me from my great-great-grandmother, Emily Orn begins her initiation into a great drama of BDSM in Victorian England. Under the tutelage of Mrs. Smith, trainer of submissive brides, she learns to know and to love her craving for shameful degradation and erotic submission.
    This book of EXPLORATIONS contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, ff, Ff, spanking, mild watersports. It's intended for over-18 audiences who, like me, are interested in exploring the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, and fantasy and reality. All characters depicted are consenting adults.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Book Spotlight: The Gift by Maddie Taylor

The Gift the new release by Maddie Taylor is a refreshing change in spanking romance.  The suspense filled plot in this romantic paranormal thriller is the yummy hot fudge sundae and the steamy sex scenes and spankings are the cherry on top.    

The Blurb:

Isolated by her special talent, Erica Stevens is resigned to live out her life alone. Focused on her art, she gives back to the community in her own special way when she can. But fate has other plans for her and sends her a hero in the form of a gentleman Texas Ranger.

A divorced, single parent Lieutenant Vince Cooper is disillusioned with love, although he hasn't given up the search for his one, his perfect match. Along the way he has developed a firm belief in the distinct roles of a man and his woman and won't have it any other way. He meets quirky Erica Stevens during an investigation and instantly sees something special.

Thrust into the midst of a murder investigation, Erica finds herself a psychic witness to the crime and Vince must keep her safe, even if that means taking her very firmly under his control and administering a sound spanking, if the situation warrants it. Surrounded by intrigue, conspiracy and violence can the heated attraction grow into more between these two unlucky lovers? And can it survive the mysteries of the gift?

Amazon Best Seller, #10 in Occult Fiction

5.0 out of 5 stars My First Maddie Taylor but not my LAST!!!!! October 15, 2013
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This was my first Maddie Taylor, bought it based on the other reviews, and boy was I not disappointed. First, this book has a real, honest to goodness plot. The Texas Ranger is hunky!! The heroine is just bratty enough to be fun but not over the top, and the mystery was honest to goodness a real mystery.

I will be back for other titles by this author!

5.0 out of 5 stars Maddie Taylor knows how to write a romance... October 8, 2013
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5.0 out of 5 stars All the right stuff October 11, 2013

5.0 out of 5 stars Great suspenseful read October 9, 2013


“OK, are you going to arrest me, Coop?”
“Nope, the coroner pinpointed the time of death and your alibi checks out, although we’ll run a check on your prints to be sure.”
“Great.”  She knew they had to suspect she was the murderer because she knew so much.  It was the same in all the other cases she had been involved with.  Still, she felt hurt that he didn’t believe her, but what did she expect?  If she hadn’t lived with this gift for the past forty years, she wouldn’t believe her either.  “I guess since you don’t believe me that only leaves option number two.  I’m just another crackpot and it’s time for me to go home.”
He studied her for a few moments, “I’m not sure what to believe at this point, but I consider myself open-minded.  I do know that I’m less of a skeptic now than when I entered the room.”
“At least that’s honest.”  She gazed back at him thoughtfully.  He seemed like a nice man.  So many of the investigators she had dealt with in the past had been real jerks, like O’Reilly.  “Do you want to tell me why someone would want to kill my neighbor and kidnap her daughter?  Leon Valley is a very quiet little suburb for this type of violence.”  He shook his head and remained silent.  “I didn’t think so.  And you don’t have to say it, I know.  You can’t discuss an ongoing investigation.” 
“So why’d you ask?”  He grinned at her.  His attraction was growing, the more time he spent with her.  He just worried about the touching.  It would be hard to spend time with a woman if his touch made her cringe.
“You never know when you’ll get lucky.”  Realizing how that sounded, she stifled a fake yawn and looked at her watch.  “I need to try to get some sleep before work in the morning.  At this rate, it will be midnight before I get home.”
“Just one more thing then I’ll take you home.  When O’Reilly was helping you out of the car earlier, you acted like his touch hurt you.  But when I touched you at your house, you didn’t react.”
“I don’t recall…”  Erica frowned as she replayed their first meeting over again.  Stunned, she shook her head in confusion.  “I remember you helped me with the smoke alarm and then later when I was feeling sick.  I must have been too distracted to notice.”
Coop reached across the table and grasped her hand, testing her reaction.  Maybe she needed skin to skin contact.  “What do you feel now?”
She stiffened slightly in reaction, then stared at their joined hands.  With a puzzled expression she used her free hand to grasp his other one. 
“Nothing.”  She looked up at him and smiled.  “It’s really amazing that I don’t feel a thing.” 
That was a lie.  His touch was warm and his hands were strong.  Looking into his handsome face she felt a tingling sensation start low in her belly.  The interesting thing was that these were her feelings, not his, but she kept that fact to herself for now.     
Coop noticed how her smile lit up her face, making the flecks of green in her hazel-gray eyes appear brighter.  Her smile was infectious and he returned it.  “I don’t know why, but I’m feeling slightly insulted.”

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“I counted seven moving violations that I could have cited you for, and I know I saw you texting while we were driving on I-10.  What the hell were you thinking?”
“I, uh…” she was tongue tied, unsure what to say.  He was right, but she wasn’t used to someone calling her on her behavior. 
“I care about you, Erica.  Although this is very new for us, I think we have a special connection.  That is why I can’t allow this behavior to go unchecked.  Texting and driving can be deadly, both for the driver and any innocent victims in the driver’s path.  It’s also against the law, as well as your speeding, tailgating and erratic lane changes.  I also saw you cruise through two red lights.”
“I think they were orange, Coop.”
He looked down at her, disappointed with her flippant response.  “I’m serious, Erica.  I’m about to do something that I hope will make you find it serious as well.  I’m going to spank you.”  He sat and pulled her between his legs.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I am definitely serious.  You have two options.  You can submit to the spanking as punishment for your behavior, or you can refuse and we’ll go our separate ways—your choice.”
She stood there with her mouth open.  He wanted to spank her like a naughty child.  That was the most outrageous thing she had ever heard.  But why then, did it make her feel warm and tingly inside?  In fact, when she imagined being over his lap with her skirt up, she soaked her panties. 
“What’s your decision, Erica?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t want you to go.”
“You’re choosing the spanking then?”  When she nodded, he pushed her a little more.  “I need to hear you say the words, honey.”
Her face felt on fire, as she forced herself to ask this man for a spanking.  “Yes, Coop, I choose the spanking.”
In an instant, she found herself face down across his lap and he was flipping up her gauzy skirt to reveal her panty clad bottom.  Stabilizing her legs with one of his own, he landed an open palmed slap on one full cheek. 
She squealed in alarm.  “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I would think that’s obvious.  I’m spanking your naughty bottom, of course.”  Another stinging swat landed on her other cheek. 
“Ouch.  But I didn’t know you’d lift up my skirt.  You can’t do this.”
“Really?”  Four more swats landed on alternating cheeks.  “Apparently, I can.” 
“Ow, that hurts.  Please Coop, no more.”Show more

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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Book Spotlight: Whip It Up

I've been reading Nomandie Alleman's snippets from her story on Saturday Spankings so I am pleased to be able to share with you this Delicious BDSM Anthology – Whip It Up! and sex...what a great combo! 

A good meal can be supremely sensual. Entering a dining room filled with a divine aroma, soft music playing in the background, a handsome dining companion, and some savory dishes to feast upon all make for a delightful evening.

For those who like to spice things up in the bedroom, why not add some items from the kitchen? The “Whip It Up Anthology” includes six sexy BDSM stories about amorous antics in the kitchen. Cakes and Canes, Puddings and Paddles. This hot read will certainly heat you up and give you ideas for keeping those home fires burning.

Here’s the blurb for “Subterfudge” – Normandie's story in the “Whip It Up Anthology”:
When Roger asks his live-in sub Ashley to learn to cook she eagerly agrees, assuming it’s going to be a breeze. After all, she’s a bright, accomplished woman with a successful career—how hard can it be to prepare some food?

Once she’s up to her ears in cocoa and flour, Ashley realises cooking is more complicated than it looks. Finding ways to shortcut the process, Ashley dupes Roger into believing she’s a diva in the kitchen. But when he finds out she’s not the chef of his dreams, will he serve up a punishment fit for a saucy sub or will their relationship go up in flames?
Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex, rimming, food play.


Something soft and fluffy drifted up the inside of one of her legs, barely passing over her crotch before it glided down her other leg. It could have been a feather…a frilly, lush sensation. Yes, please.
“I know how much you like being tied up…do you think I need to do that to you tonight?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice quivered with need.
“Good thing I brought these, then.” He clutched her wrists and bound her with the familiar cloth restraints that he used with her so frequently. Her hands were confined above her head, their movement restricted to a few inches in each direction.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Ashley obeyed. The air in the room was chilly. A sense of vulnerability came over her. It reminded her of that feeling when you’re a patient in a cold, sterile hospital room.
Then she felt his mouth on her. She lurched and gasped for air when he buried his face in her mound. Tongue licking, nose nudging, teeth nipping, his hot breath coated her with his own lust. He had her quaking in moments.
She was on the verge of climax when he stopped.
Bastard! He’s teasing me. She was breathless, at the peak of arousal. He loves seeing me like a bitch in heat.
“I’m going to play with you with some unusual toys. I want you to try and guess what they are. I will help you along, but you give your best guess. Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded.
Thwack! She felt something on the inside of her leg. What is that?
“Keep your legs spread.” His voice issued a warning.
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
More swats from the unknown implement. That feels familiar. What is it? When have I felt it before?
Then a swat to her pussy woke her up. The sting wasn’t terrible, but it definitely brought the blood to the surface and made her cry out.
“What am I smacking you with, little sub?”
“I’m not sure…”

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A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, her adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.

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Monday, October 21, 2013

Book Recommendation: Breeder by Cara Bristol

I am having so much fun sharing new books this month. I hope you are all finding some good books to add to your TBR list. 
Today's feature is Breeder by Cara Bristol. I've been reading snippets from this book on Saturday Spankings and even though sci-fi isn't my usual genre of choice (though this one does include spanking) I could not wait to get my own copy. I'm about halfway through the book and it is fabulous. Seriously outstanding. Go get your copy. 

***We will be discussing this book on November 15 for Spanking Stories Book Club****
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 contains M/F and M/M sexual practices and domestic discipline.

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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.

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