#8Sunday WeWriWa 10/15/17

Check out the WeWriWa blog for more authors offering to share a snippet of their work.  I’ve found many amazing books there.


It’s been a while since I’ve blogged.  A few things have happened, writing-wise.  First, I’ve put Bloodlines on hold.  The storyline simply wasn’t going anywhere, and those characters have a lot to do, in that last book of the trilogy.  I can’t even guarantee there won’t be future books in that particular world.  So, later, after I have a chance to figure out where it went off.

Next, Tau Scorpii is on deck.  Descendants of humans, on another world, far, far away.  It’s a barbaric place, and the seasons are about to change.  No one alive has seen the springtime, and they don’t know what to expect.  Neither do the other transplanted species, some of those being not-so-friendly types.  In first draft, so, there’s that.

Taryn is a female ranger, her job consisting mostly of boring things that keep her village working smoothly.  Animal husbandry, botany, farming, the list of necessities she keeps herself busy with.  Not to mention hidden.  Some of her enemies are human.

On a venture beyond her territory, she stumbles upon a band of Caerule, the massive, fanged, and ruthless predators that rule the High Desert.  Indications are, they’re about to invade the human territories.  They take no prisoners, unless it’s for a short game of hunter and hunted.  If the human clans can’t agree on how to stop the threat, they’ll all become the hunted.

I swear, this is an actual Science Fiction Romance.  Really.  This is Taryn and Garrett, as they attempt to play hide and seek with his captors.  He is not, not, not the ‘R’ in this, but he is certainly a main character.

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I didn’t say I was a Ranger.”

But you are, or you wouldn’t be out here, by yourself, worrying about the Minets. Or me.” They reached the edge of the ridge, and easily slid to the bottom. He stood to brush the sand away. It was an educated guess. She was carefully disguised in heavy desert garb, certainly female, with dark hair tied back tightly, and pretty, pale eyes somewhere between blue and green.

Taryn had judged right, he was a full head-span taller than her, older, too, by half her age or close to it. Not old, by any account. One of those predators he warned her about, she suspected.

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More next week, as I get into some secrets and some surprises.  You can find The Wildblood books at my website.


Pets in Space 2!

By Cara Bristol

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The pets are back! Embrace the Romance: Pets in Space 2, featuring twelve of today’s leading Science Fiction Romance authors brings you a dozen original stories written just for you! Join in the fun, from the Dragon Lords of Valdier to a trip aboard award-winning author, Veronica Scott’s Nebula Zephyr to journeying back to Luda where Grim is King, for stories that will take you out of this world! Join New York Times, USA TODAY, and Award-winning authors S.E. Smith, M.K. Eidem, Susan Grant, Michelle Howard, Cara Bristol, Veronica Scott, Pauline Baird Jones, Laurie A. Green, Sabine Priestley, Jessica E. Subject, Carol Van Natta, and Alexis Glynn Latner as they share stories and help out Hero-Dogs.org, a charity that supports our veterans!

10% of the first months profits go to Hero-Dogs.org. Hero Dogs raises and trains service dogs and places them free of charge with US Veterans to improve quality of life and restore independence.

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Rescued by the Cyborg (A Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance) by Cara Bristol

A cyborg’s haunted past and a Faria’s clouded future entwine…

Hostage and sole survivor Solia waits for death at the hands of vicious predatory aliens when Cy-Ops agent Guy Roarke disobeys orders and charges in. A former medic, he initiates emergency medical procedures before rushing her to Cybermed.

Guy is taken with Solia, but the guilt of a past mistake won’t allow him to plan for a future with the delicate, brave beauty. Life is so uncertain, he can’t even keep Mittzi, the kitten his niece gave him. What he can do is see to it Solia gets the help she needs for a full recovery. But when best intentions place her in greater danger, it’s up to a little kitten to make everything all right again.

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Excerpts (pick one)
No. 1
Guy pushed into his cabin. Next to his bags was the gift—a box tied with a big red bow. The carton was moving. And mewing. “Oh, Jessamine, what did you do?”

The box bumped into his foot. Atop the lid his niece had written: LIVE ANAMUL. OPEN IMED IMID SOON!

He ripped off the bow and peeled back the top. Inside, an angry, frightened kitten hissed. Jessamine’s cat had birthed a litter, and he recognized this baby by its gray coat, four white feet, and a blotch shaped like a star on its button nose.

Sighing, he reached into the carton.

The kitten growled and swiped its claws across his skin.

“Ow!” Guy yanked his hand back. The kitten leaped out and dove under the berth.

Great. Just great. How could his niece have done such a thing? She shouldn’t have boxed up a live animal—even if she did punch air holes in the carton. If she hadn’t contacted him and insisted he open the present, the kitten might have remained inside for quite a while.

In the corner of the container, he spotted a slip of paper, partially shredded. He unfolded it.

Dear Uncle Guy,

I know you are sad, and I want you to be happy. I am giving you one of Fluffy’s kittens so you won’t be lonely. I named her Mittzi becuz she has four wite white mittens. Pleez come home again, soon.



His sister worried about him, but Carter, too, and now Jessamine? He hadn’t hidden his feelings well enough if his seven-year-old niece could pick up on them.

His fiancée’s defection had devastated him.

Excerpt No. 2

He cocked an ear for the Ka-Tȇ then, hearing nothing, sprinted into the clearing. A shimmer revealed an electro-cage surrounded the Faria, the force field beamed from a half-buried unit. To his knowledge, the Ka-Tȇ didn’t have the technology to create a containment field—but Quasar did. Pressing his lips together, Guy fired his blaster at a molehill-sized mound. The energy field collapsed with a crackle.

Silvery, luminous skin had dulled to gray. Gaping wounds had bled into the dirt, darkening the soil around the Faria. There was no telling how much blood she’d lost. He cursed himself for not bringing an emergency medi-kit. Pressing his fingers to her throat, he sought a pulse. Too faint, but there.

He tucked his blaster into the holster so he could ease an arm under her shoulders. She moaned in pain.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m going to get you out of here,” he murmured. He hoped he wasn’t too late. When he started to lift her, her eyes flew open. She cried out and jerked, her good wing spasming. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmured. “My name is Guy. I’m here to help. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

The fear in her eyes muted. “So-Solia,” she answered. Silvery tears welled. “R-Rachel never gave up hope we’d be rescued until the end. B-but then she did…”

“There’s someone else here?” Had the computer missed one? Unusual, but possible, considering the density of the vegetation. He’d take Solia to the ship and then come back for the other survivor.

She shook her head. “No, they’re all dead. The Ka-Tȇ killed them, except for Rachel. She took her own life.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, recognizing her need to process the horrors she’d witnessed. “I wish we had time to talk, but we don’t. I’m going to carry you so we can move fast and get out of here. Okay?”

She nodded.

As he moved to scoop her up, the hair on his nape prickled. He whipped around. A Ka-Tȇ sprang at him out of nowhere like it had been catapulted.

Excerpt No. 3
Something kept poking her. Solia rose to consciousness but buried her face in her wing and squeezed her eyelids even tighter. She didn’t want to see what existed in the light. Monsters were real, and they didn’t just creep in the night. Don’t look. Stay here. Here, wherever that was, with her eyes closed, was warm, pain-free, safe.

Safe from what? What was she forgetting?

Pat. Pat. Something pawed at her feathers. Then a rumble. Pat. Pat. Poke. Something sharp, like a claw scraped across her face.




Cage. Death. Her lids sprang open. Two green Ka-Tȇ eyes stared into hers. The creature yawned, revealing a mouthful of small, sharp teeth, and then struck out with its paw.

Solia shrieked. The creature somersaulted and disappeared. Dragging her broken, torn wing, Solia stumbled for the door and plowed into a massive chest.

“What’s happened? What’s wrong?” A man gripped her shoulders. Though he barricaded the way, his presence exuded safety, calmed her panic. More memories flashed. Racing through the jungle. This man carrying her to a pod. Bodies hitting the window, scratching, clawing, trying to crack it open. The man—Guy— had rescued her from Katnia. The floor hummed beneath her feet. She was on a ship now.

But one of the creatures—“K-K-Ka-Tȇ. Here.”

“What? Where?” Disbelief knit his brows.

Solia gulped air and pointed. “Under the berth. It’s little, but I woke up, and it was on me, scratching my face. It had green eyes. Claws.” She patted her cheeks. There didn’t seem to be any injury.

“Mittzi.” Guy shook his head. He got down on all fours to peer under the bunk.

“Be careful.”

He reached under the berth and pulled out a ball of gray fur with white feet. Maybe Ka-Tȇ were born furry but lost their hair as they matured? The creature spoke, emitting an odd little meow noise. Neither language training nor the implant provided a translation. It clung to Guy, showing no sign of savagery, but maybe viciousness developed with time, too.

“It’s not a Ka-Tȇ, it’s a kitten, a baby cat,” Guy said, his tone gentle. “Don’t you have felines on Faria?”

About the Cara Bristol
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes steamy science fiction romance with an emphasis on the characters and their romance, with a little humor, heat, and danger added for fun. She is the author of three science fiction romance series: sexy cyborg Cy-Ops Scifi Romance series, the dark erotic Breeder series, and the new humorous Alien Mate series. She likes to say that she writes science fiction for readers who don’t like sci-fi. Cara lives in Missouri with her alpha hero, her husband, and Hannah, her cat, aka her writing supervisor.

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#8SundayWeWriWa 09/10/17

Back for the WeWriWa weekend fun. Check out the blog for a whole batch of snippets from some excellent authors!


The Wildblood Series

Twenty years after civilization stopped, a tiny refuge, a place called The Vista, may be one of the last vestiges of humanity. Isolated, guarded, and hiding a dark secret, the people have survived World War Last, and they are content with that. Their children, however, are not. The search for others will send them out into a land they know nothing about, where the line between enemy and ally is blurred.

From Bloodlines. This is Shan & Hunter, as their lives are tumbling into chaos. It’s been a long day.

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“Come live with me.”


“I don’t know, does it matter?” he asked. “Let’s run away, and have our own lives.”

She was quiet for a long time, finishing her drink. Hunter reached past her and turned on the water briefly to reheat their bath.

“So,” he said finally, “That means no.”

“It means, maybe. You know better than most, I come with attachments. Two of them.”

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A release date for Bloodlines is imminent. Yes, I’ve said that before. Promos for the series.


The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood
What would you do, to protect your home?

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Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood
Uncontrollable. Unpredictable. Dangerous. The Wildblood.
Now, Team Three know what they are.

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99¢ always.
Before Team Three, there was The Blackout.
Backlash, prequel to The Wildblood.

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Bloodlines: Book 3 of The Wildblood will be available this autumn. Catch up on the series now.
Learning the truth about the Altered, and the legacy of The Vista, is the first priority of Team Three. It may earn them exile from their home. They know this. Failure is not an option.

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All are available in paperback and eBooks – http://www.topaz08.com

Slammed by Liza O’Connor

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The change from car windows that crank down to windows that you operate by pushing a tiny lever was long in coming for me. My first three cars had cranks.

And to this day, I still struggle to find the right tiny lever. I’m constantly pulling the lever for the back window when I’m trying to open the front window. I also tend to open the passenger window when trying to open the driver’s.

The reason is because I prefer to keep my eyes on the road, not searching for the proper switch. Thus, it appears, I just grab the first switch I find.

Davy is also having problems, but he has a better excuse. He just received his new truck and it’s top of the line with lots of bells and whistles. His prior truck was an ancient piece of junk that he and his dad kept going long past it’s normal death date. The piece of junk had a window crank. Easy to find and no question to which window it belongs to.

Unfortunately, he can’t find the window crank for his fancy truck, which is not good, because the policeman outside the window looks ready to shoot him.


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Davy’s Saga, Book 1

Contemporary Suspense
Country Western/ Bull Riding


Davy Hill goes from obscurity to fame by riding the rankest bull alive. Coming from a life of poverty, the young cowboy expects his life to change for the better now that he’s a successful professional bull-rider. Yet, with every occurrence of good luck comes an equal dose of bad. He suffers a potentially career-ending injury, a string of betrayals, and much worse. Despite all the brutal slams he takes, he keeps getting up, because he’s a bull-rider and they never give up.


A policeman reached forward and opened the door and a second later, strong arms yanked Davy from the truck and slammed him against its side.

As they roughly searched his body, Davy tried to explain. “Look, I wasn’t trying to be difficult. I just don’t know where my window handle is yet. I just got this truck a few hours ago.”

“Where’d you steal it from?” the officer holding him asked.

“It’s not stolen. My sponsor gave it to me.”

The officer laughed. “Ain’t heard that slang before. What’s a sponsor?”

“A company that pays me for wearing their name on my vest. I’m a bull rider and Dream Cars just became my sponsor.”

“Mind if we look in your truck?” another cop asked.

“No, go ahead. It’s really nice. I’ve never had anything half so fancy…which is why I didn’t know how to roll down the window. My old truck had a crank, but if this one has one, they’ve got it well hidden.”

The officer jumped out of his truck a few minutes later. “It’s clean—I mean spotless. This truck new, boy?”

Davy wondered why they kept asking him the same things over and over. “Yes, sir. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I just got it a few hours ago.”

“Where’d you take it from?”

Davy sighed. Lord help him! Why wouldn’t they believe anything he said? “I didn’t take it. Look, there’s a business card in the glove box with my registration and stuff. The man on the card is the one who gave me the truck. He’ll tell you I didn’t steal it.”

“So why’d he give it to you?”

Davy explained again about the sponsorship.

The second officer called over a third. “Kid says he’s a bull rider. You ever heard of a Davy Hill?”

The new cop leaned in and peered at Davy being smashed against the truck on the other side. Then he smiled. Davy hoped that was good news.

“Let him go, Joe, before you hurt his riding arm. This is the rookie who came from nowhere and is kicking everyone’s butt. He’s ridden Son of Sam, Hammer Head and Red Eyed Devil. You can call and check, but I’d sure give him a truck if I were running Dream Cars.”

Davy’s Saga, Book 1


Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.



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#8Sunday WeWriWa 8/06/17


Check out the amazing authors sharing their creations at the WeWriWa blog. So many great books!

This snippet from Bloodlines is a polite conversation, with a lot of layers to it. Wade is letting his partners eavesdrop. Things are about to get intense.

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The flood of information Wade was processing threaded back to Shannon. She offered no response, physical reaction, or otherwise. Later, she would have an opinion, she always did, it was part of her job. Further on, at their quarters, Mac merely blinked and missed what Cassie had been saying about their dry supplies being packed and ready in the storage area.

“Why are you telling me this, now?” Wade wondered.

“Because we both know, the chance of Vance letting this go, of letting you and your team move beyond his range of influence, at this juncture, are slim. That stunt you goaded him in to last week was a test of our defenses,” DeTessa explained.

“And the enemy of my enemy, is my friend.”

She peered at him. “That would be a fatal flaw in your reasoning, Cmdr. Wade.”

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It’s not a dystopia, it’s not a utopia – it’s their home, and they’d do anything to protect it.

The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood

The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood introduces Team Three – they’re young, ambitious, and at the forefront of a movement to discover what is beyond The Vista. They also believe they are genetically enhanced, a practice outlawed long before they were born. Venturing beyond their valley draws the attention of someone dangerous, someone that shares their past and wants to control their future, or destroy them because of what they might be.


The Wildblood Series

No one remembers what started the war, the big one. Civilization stopped, and what came next was fueled by rage and fear.

Twenty years on, a tiny refuge, a place called The Vista, may be one of the last vestiges of humanity. Isolated, guarded, and hiding a dark secret, the people have survived World War Last, and they are content with that. Their children, however, are not. The search for others will send them out into a world they know nothing about, where the line between enemy and ally is blurred.

All my books are available in paperback and eBooks – http://www.topaz08.com


SFR Brigade August Showcase


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As for me – The Wildblood series is finishing up – forever? I don’t know.  I’ve got a Science Fiction Romance on deck! No, it really is. I wasn’t that surprised, but I thought the previous one would go that way. Apparently, the post-apocalypse took over and blotted out the theme, mostly.

The new one doesn’t have a real name yet, I’m using Tau Scorpii: Book 1 until I think of what to call it. Here’s what I’ve got so far.

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When Taryn rescues another human from a marauding band of Caeruleum, she knows they won’t be happy that their hunting party was interrupted. She also knows, the male human is as likely to be as angry and unforgiving as his former captors. On Sedna, the desert isn’t safe for aliens. The catch is, most species on the planet are alien, including humans.

Garrett is a warlord of a rival clan, and while they aren’t enemies, they aren’t allies either. That is, until they uncover a scheme that would destroy his home and make them all slaves to the merciless barbarians.

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Great outline, right? No worries, I’ve had the entire plot in my brain for ages. Now I have to flesh it out. It’s more complicated, too. I like giving my readers a surprise, here and there. And I’m really happy, plus a little nervous, about crossing in to romance. I have no idea what heat level this will be. Time will tell. I’m a few thousand words in and still world-building.

It’s exciting, starting a whole new project. The Wildblood has been in the works for nearly 2 decades (that’s for another blog post), and I’m a little sad it’s over. Tau Scorpii promises new worlds, new characters, and new conflicts. I think I’ll have fun! Shooting for an early 2018 release date. Here’s a snippet, subject to editing, of course!

Taryn is about to break Garrett out of a camp of Caeruleum, who are large and barbaric hunters. Garrett is injured and Taryn isn’t a warrior, but she won’t leave him to die, even though they are strangers. He’s still human.

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“Can you travel?” Taryn whispered.

“I damned well have to, because we both know what happens when they wake up,” Garrett answered, an unfamiliar accent to his voice.

“Do we need to head west, or south?” she tried not to sound overly concerned, sawing on the tough, heavy rope. Southern clans were one thing, but the western ones, there might be a concern. Some were aggressive, even with other humans. Rumor had it, they were involved in slave trading, and burning out villages on their borders. As far as she knew, they were just rumors.

“Do you have a crawler?” he countered.

“Near here. If you can’t walk, we can’t get there.”

Even sprawled out in the sand, both wrapped in layers of protective clothing, it was obvious he was taller than her, at least two hand spans. There would be no contest of strength, if he was uninjured. Taryn had survived by knowing her enemy, and outwitting them. Dragging him across the desert might be a problem, however.

“Unless you have a better knife than that piece of bone, we aren’t going anywhere.”

Taryn looked at the blade. Old, dull, bone. She planned on trading for a metal one, when she could afford it. What some traders wanted, she wasn’t willing to offer. For a moment, the choice didn’t seem so wise. Her job, the one she told others about, was to move around the territory, record and observe, to guide travelers. Not sneak into Caerule camps.

“I don’t have another knife.”

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Yep, up a creek. Figuratively. There are no creeks on Sedna. You can keep up on my progress at my website, and find available books there. Thanks for stopping by.