Breeding Stations
Series: Alliances book 1
Chris T. Kat
Release
date: July 27, 2015
Let’s
interrogate Chris T. Kat :)
Tell us something no one else knows about your characters.
Berit is very special—not only because I invented him, and
fell in love with him. In the sequel to Breeding
Stations, Final Battle, it’ll be
revealed what’s so special about him, and whether it’ll help him to save
everyone.
As for Tom: there’s more to him than meets the eye. ;-)
Have you ever written something that made you cry?
Yes, my novella “Silver Lining” had me crying. That story
was the hardest I’ve ever written because it was emotionally draining. It’s a
bittersweet dream, which means it has no HEA. This book helped me realize I’m a
romantic at heart and really don’t want to write a non-traditional ending ever
again.
Have you ever co-written with someone before?
I’m currently co-writing a fantasy book, called The Prince and the Mercenary with Julie
Lynn Hayes. I wasn’t sure what to expect from the process, but I’m liking it.
Julie and I took our time to write a rather detailed outline, and that allowed
us to be on the same page. We talk and discuss how we’re going to proceed, and
who is going to write what part. We both like to write different kind of
scenes, so it makes sense for us to play to our strengths.
What is the most difficult part of writing for you?
That depends on the story. If I have a good grasp of the
characters, and know the plot without needing to consult my notes, then the
story writes itself and just flows. If I’m not certain about a character—the
motivation, how he ticks—the story feels bumpy to me. The same applies when I
don’t know the plot by heart and have to go back to my notes. The writing
becomes uneven and rough, and I spend more time fixing timeline errors, or
inconsistent behavior, than actual writing.
Name your four most important food groups.
Two years ago I’d have insisted on chocolate being its own
food group since it was very important to me. After I was diagnosed with
diabetes (not surprisingly, since I had gestational diabetes during one of my
pregnancies, which was hard to control, plus my father has it too) I had to
change my diet. So now my most important food groups are vegetables, meat, fish,
and bread. Sounds boring, huh? It isn’t, since I still indulge in cakes.
Blurb:
Spunky commander Berit Turner is known for two things: his
huge libido and his lack of a filter—he says what he thinks. Berit sets his
mind on being part of the mission to Ligador, to make sure the planet is
habitable for humans. He’s ecstatic when his team is assigned to the task
force. A delegation of Nadisc, a humanoid alien race, accompanies them, and
passion ignites between Berit and their commanding officer, Tom. But Berit is
determined that Tom is just another notch on his bedpost, as he doesn’t do
relationships.
The excursion to Ligador goes wrong from the beginning,
when they discover Ligador has been established as a breeding station by their
worst enemy: the Tash’Ba. Dinosaur-like creatures become the team’s worst
nightmare, and staying alive is going to take everything they’ve got… and then
some.
204 pages
Categories: Science Fiction, M/M Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Excerpt:
Several alarmed shouts warned me of something going on,
but I had no time to process what happened. Something roped around my waist and
yanked me over to the side. I crashed into Tom’s chest as a harsh growling
sound erupted from his throat.
I tried jerking myself free, but he held onto my wrists
with one hand, while his tail kept me tethered to his body. “What the hell?”
Niyara squared off in front of Tom, her dark eyes gleaming
with an eerie, demonic red glint where her pupils should’ve been. Her long tail
swished from one side to the other and her arm muscles flexed.
“What the ever-loving fuck is going on?” I asked.
“Quiet!” Tom hissed.
My mouth fell open, and I gaped at him. Okay. Enough was
enough. I caught the tip of his tail in my hand and pinched it—hard. He roared,
but I used the chance to slip free. A Nadisc’s tail tip was the most sensitive
part, which came in handy during sex but was a real disadvantage in a fight. Or
maybe not. I’d never heard of someone winning a fight against a Nadisc when—
Niyara’s fist closing around my shirt stopped all my
pondering. She lifted me off my feet, hissing and boring her eerie gaze into
mine. Maybe I should’ve stayed with Tom. He’d felt slightly less dangerous than
she did.
Carson appeared next to Niyara’s side, eyes as large as
saucers but an equally determined look on his face. He reached out. As soon as
he touched her arm, her head whirled around. I held my breath. Would he be able
to save me from Niyara’s wrath? She’d seemed rather taken with him earlier.
What the hell had I done, anyway, to agitate her?
As I wracked my brain, Carson and Niyara gazed at each
other. The next instant he rose on tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on her
lips.
She let go of my shirt, and I would’ve landed flat on my
ass if Tom hadn’t snatched me around the waist. Niyara rested her head on
Carson’s shoulder, which meant she had to stoop because of her height. No one said
anything, and no one moved for what seemed like a long time. When she lifted
her head, several people—including me—hissed, afraid of what she’d do next.
Niyara bowed her head toward Tom. “I apologize for my
outburst. I’ve never encountered a jealousy spell before.”
“Jealousy spell?” I echoed.
She gazed at me, suddenly looking sheepish. “Feeling such
a strong connection is new to me, and I didn’t like Carson using an endearment
toward you.”
I blinked, then looked over at Carson. He gawked, and his
eyes were the same size as before. Would they stay like that forever?
Niyara swept an arm around to include everyone in her
proclamation, which resulted in startled jerks and coughs. “I’m claiming Carson
as my mate. Anyone who’d like to object has to fight me.”
No one objected. Everyone seemed busy inspecting their
boots or the ceiling. I never noticed before how very ugly the hatch’s ceiling
was.
“Berit!” Carson wheezed out.
I sighed and transferred my gaze from the ceiling to
Carson. “Congrats?”
Someone cheered and the others followed suit, clapping
their hands to add to the noise. Carson was so pale I feared he’d faint, but
Niyara cupped his face in both hands and kissed him. After that, he didn’t seem
to mind that much, not anymore.
Chuckling, I told the others to open the hatch and take up
their position. The hatch opened with the usual buzz, but when I started to
walk, Tom’s arms around my waist tightened to an almost painful level.
“Tell them to secure the area and wait for further
instructions,” he whispered into my ear.
“Dream on. I won’t do—” My words ended abruptly when the
steel bands around my waist left me no room for breathing.
“Now.”
Tom allowed me more breathing room, and I gave the desired
order. No one looked twice or questioned my instruction, for which I’d have
been grateful on any other day, just not today. Ticking off a Nadisc was a bad
idea. One of the worst, really.
We waited until everyone had cleared the hatch’s area. Tom
spun me around in his arms and lifted me up until we were face-to-face.
“You accepted me as your leader on this mission, remember?
That means no punching me,” I said, “or doing anything that would harm me.”
Tom’s gaze intensified, and my mouth went dry when he
spread out a red and orange speckled frill around his neck. I’d read about this
display, but had never seen it before. Only a few Nadisc still had those
frills—most opted for surgery because it gave away their emotions too
easily—and those that did had a very tight control over it.
“But it’s okay for you to hurt me?” he rasped.
I tried to reason with him. “I… look, I’m the commander
here. You can’t just order me around or hold me captive, okay?”
“Niyara could’ve killed you.”
I shrugged. “She didn’t, and she’ll just have to get used
to the way Carson and I talk to each other.”
The frill around his neck unfolded even more. He said,
“I’m not fond of the way you talk to each other.”
I had an inkling where this conversation was headed. I had
an even bigger inkling that I’d panic if Tom said anything, so I closed my
eyes, wrapped my arms around his neck—over the frill, which was kind of
awkward—and sought his mouth with mine.
He opened up immediately, and I dipped my tongue into his
mouth, licking along his teeth and eliciting an approving hum from him. Somehow
I ended up with my legs wound around him and one of his hands steadying my ass.
When we broke apart for air, he said, “I won’t forget what
you did.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” I replied. His eyes lit up with
interest, so I added, “Deal?”
“Deal.”
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Let’s talk about Chris T. Kat:
Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she
shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She
stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides
her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses
and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a
variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If
there's any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or
does cross stitch.
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