Last fall she invited me to a closed Facebook group for authors who write spanking fiction and it has been a great resource for me. I felt honored to be invited and since then I’ve jumped into SatSpanks. This is The Saturday Spanking Blog blog hop that we are both in, as well as many other fantastic authors.
I read her book Rod and Cane Society book Body Politics. To see my review on that one CLICK HERE! I really enjoyed that book as well. ;) Her latest book Breeder seems to be hitting all the marks with readers. I’ve read some snippets and scenes through the blog hop, which is what I love and hate about it. Such a tease! Check out the cool cover and excerpt below. She’s working on book two and it should be out soon.
Cara Bristol: That I like baked sweet potato fries with ketchup? J I’m a nester and a homebody who married a wanderer. Together we have traveled quite few places: Turkey, Greece, France, Italy, Croatia, Thailand, China, Estonia, the Netherlands, Finland, Sweden, England, Portugal, Spain, Russia, Germany, Monaco, Costa Rica, Panama, Mexico, Canada, many places in the Caribbean and the Mediterranean. I’ve visited three-quarters of the states of the U.S.
I am jealous I've always wanted to go to Sweden!
Suzy Ayers: A milestone or goal you hope to accomplish this year.
Cara Bristol: My goal is publish four books this year: Breeder 2: Terran, Breeder 3: Warrior, Long Shot (part of the Corbin’s Bend domestic discipline series), and the fifth book in the Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series. I’m also focusing on the timing of releases—to publish them at regular intervals, rather than having six months between releases or having three come out in the same month.
Wow, that's a lot of full length books!
Suzy Ayers: Who is a mentor or someone that you look up to/inspires you?
Cara Bristol: I would hesitate to name a particular person. Rather, I admire many people for different reasons: some are extremely prolific and can write way faster than I can, some are absolutely fabulous writers, some are masters at social media, and others, frankly, are earning boatloads of money.
Suzy Ayers: What is the biggest piece of advice you find that you give most often to aspiring writers?
Cara Bristol: It’s the same advice I give to authors in general: if you do nothing else, eliminate “was” and “were” from your manuscript. This alone will force you to use active voice and more descriptive verbs, which will enliven your writing. Use the “find” or “search” command for “was” and “were.” Then rewrite those sentences. As a rule of thumb, limit yourself to an average of three wases per page.
This is a good one and a new one for me.
Suzy Ayers: Tell us the book you’re excited to share with us:
Cara Bristol: I’m excited about Breeder, a sci-fi romance about a humanoid alien world where the men rule, and women are breeding slaves. Dak, one of five Alpha Commanders, purchases Omra intending to impregnate her and then hand her over to his male beta partner. But he falls in love with her instead. Here’s the scene where Dak brings her home (thinking his beta will be pleased):
They had halted under a portico, its roof supported by two massive stone pillars. Builders had constructed the lower portion of the main structure from gray Parseon marble, the top half from an opaque reflective material. In keeping with Parseon culture, which valued function over beauty, the edifice formed a square, its corners and walls plumb, with not a single stone misaligned nor a single adornment to soften the starkness except for veins meandering through the marble in an unruly way.
“My domicile,” Alpha announced.
A massive wooden door opened, and a tall man emerged.
Corren, she presumed, and studied him from beneath her lashes.
If not for his insignia and his brown uniform, he could have been mistaken for an alpha. Corded muscles bulged in his arms and rippled across his chest. His hair was of some medium shade, cropped short like an Alpha rather than chin length like a typical beta. He spared her not a glance but focused on the Commander.
Alpha alighted from the conveyance, and the two men embraced in a Bridge of Amity, a sign denoting friendship or a truce, depending on the situation. The Commander clasped Corren’s bare right shoulder, and the beta touched Alpha’s left uniform-covered one, their arms forming a link between them. She studied the two men and redacted her impression of Corren as alpha-like. Next to the Commander, he dwindled in stature and comportment. He stood almost a head shorter, his shoulders were narrower, his musculature puny, his bearing common. But who could compare to Alpha?
“Kianiko?” Alpha asked, in the Parseon greeting used with familiars.
“I am well,” the beta responded. “Kianiko?”
“Excellent. The ride offered a pleasant diversion.”
They broke apart, and Corren retreated. He continued to ignore Omra but eyed the beasts and the sheen of sweat glistening on their coats. “I do not understand why you travel this way. But as you will. I shall have the stable keeper unbridle the animals and tend to their needs.” He paused. “Tell me about the female.”
“She is unbred.”
Corren arched his eyebrows.
Dak yanked up her shift, nudged her legs apart, and flicked at the ring between her legs. The sun felt hot against her exposed sex, the finger that brushed against her warmer still.
Alpha was focused on her, his head bent, so he did not catch the animosity that flashed in Corren’s gaze, but Omra did. She swallowed.
“A fortuitous find for you,” Corren said. Equanimity filled his eyes now.
The Commander let her smock fall. “And for you. She will serve your physical needs when you require release.”
“Thank you.” Corren nodded, but he did not sound at all grateful or appreciative, not to Omra’s ears anyway. “Now I understand why a courier delivered female uniforms this morning. I almost sent them back to the vendor, thinking it an error, but decided to check with you.”
“The articles came? Good. That was fast.”
“You are Alpha,” Corren commented drily. The familiarity Alpha allowed his beta heightened Omra’s respect for the Commander. Secure in his status, he did not dominate for the show of it.
“Indeed.” Alpha’s mouth twitched as he exchanged a glance with his beta. He beckoned to her. “Come.”
Omra scooted to the edge of the seat and jumped to the ground. She stumbled and would have fallen on the stone entry walk except that Alpha caught her elbow and steadied her. “This is my beta, Corren,” he informed her. “You remember what we talked about.”
Obey. She nodded in comprehension.
To Corren he said, “Her name is Omra.”
The beta tightened his lips.
Alpha arched an eyebrow. “You find her lacking?”
“May I speak freely?”
The Commander nodded. “Your opinion is worthy.”
“She appears scrawny and weak bodied, and I predict she will be unable to bear the rigors of domestic labors, let alone produce your progeny.” He sniffed.
Dak blinked. “You sound almost jealous.”
Cara Bristol: My next project is to write Breeder 3: Warrior, and begin editing Breeder 2: Terran with my publisher.
Thank you, Suzy, for having me today.
You are so welcome and thanks for coming to chat with me. ;)