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.
Pages or Words: 204 pages or about 65,000 words
Categories: M/M Romance, Science Fiction
About the author:
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.
Where to find the author:
Other: GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/ChrisTKat
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Chris-T.-Kat/e/B008FQQH2Q
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25803681-breeding-stations?ac=1
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Are you a plotter or a pantser?
That depends on the stories. I’ve written books that started out with long outlines, and books with no outlines at all. I’m currently co-writing a fantasy story with Julie Lynn Hayes, and before we started with the first chapter, we put together an outline and background, which took weeks. I’d say that my books with paranormal or fantasy settings needed the outlines, whereas contemporary stories don’t need as much plotting beforehand. I’m good if I know the starting point and the ending point. Everything else usually clicks in place while I write.
Are you tempted to write in other genres?
I’ve written in a lot of subgenres within the m/m genre, so no, I’m not tempted anymore. For a long time, I thought about writing science fiction, but didn’t dare. Now I took the plunge, and I’m very happy about this.
Do you read reviews? How do you deal with the good, the bad, and the ugly?
I don’t seek them out. If someone tells me about a review, or a reviewer sends me a link, then I’ll go and have a look. Since I’m also on Good Reads, I sometimes look there. Of course, I love good reviews—who doesn’t? Bad reviews are a part of the business, and as long as I don’t get attacked personally, or the reviews are written in a condescending way, they’re fine with me. I’d rather have a good review, but reading is a very subjective matter, and I certainly don’t like every book someone else likes, so I’m not holding out much hope everyone will like my books. ;-)
How do you fit in writing in such a busy life?
At the moment I don’t, to be honest. I go without writing for some weeks every now and then, because my real life job always has priority. Next up on my priority list is my family. Writing is something I do when I can, and when I want to lose myself in an imaginary world. I usually write on the weekends, and then only in the mornings. I need to be very focused on these days, and have a clear idea what I’m going to write, otherwise I’d never get anything done.
Do you have a favorite book that you've written?
For a long time I always named Silver Lining, whenever someone asked me this question. This story belongs to Dreamspinner’s Bittersweet Dreams line, and it was the most exhausting story (emotionally) that I’ve ever written.
Since I wrote Breeding Stations and its sequel, Final Battle, I’ve changed my answer, since these two books are my absolute favorite books. J
Do you find the sex scenes easy or hard to write?
Usually I find them easy to write, but I have to be in the mood to write a sex scene. If I don’t feel the desire between the characters because I’m too stressed out with real life, then I step away from the computer for a few days, until I know it’s time to get back to them. J
Is there a character in any of your books that you didn't plan on—a character who forced their way into the story?
There is a character in Breeding Stations who suddenly popped up and demanded to belong to Berit. I’m not going to give away the name, but the little creature is important to the story line.
Which of the characters in your books did you have the most fun writing?
I’ve enjoyed writing a lot of my characters. Duh, right? Why would I have written the books if I don’t like my characters. ;-) I really enjoyed writing Joshua and Michael in Despite the Odds, but to get back to your question—the most fun I had was writing Berit in Breeding Stations, no doubt about that. Berit has no brain-to-mouth filter, and what he says is often inappropriate but he’s a kindhearted soul and very loyal. His exchanges with his best friend Carson were great to write. I also had a blast writing him coming to terms with falling in love with Tom, even though he never set out to love anyone.
Excerpt from Chapter Two
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.
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?”
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