Monday, August 3, 2015

Breeding Stations by Chris T. Kat - Blog Tour with Author Interview and Giveaway

Author Name:  Chris T. Kat
Book Name: Breeding Stations
Series: Alliances
Book: One
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain

Release Date: July 27, 2015


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


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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Q & A with author Chris T. Kat

Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Chris T. Kat, author of Breeding Stations.
Hi Chris, thank you for agreeing to this interview. 

      Wicked Faerie's What’s the best line you ever wrote?

Chris T. Kat - That question really stumped me. I’m still not sure how to answer that, to be honest. I’ve never had a favorite or best line in one of my books. There’ve been paragraphs or scenes (mostly conversations) that I really enjoyed writing, so how about this conversation between Berit and his best friend Carson from chapter ten:

“Have you never been afraid? The thought of having someone stick something up my ass alone is giving me the chills.”
I shrugged, and towed him over to my bed. There we sat down next to each other. I clasped my hands between my legs and gave him a sideways glance. “I never really thought about it. I just went with the flow and it was all good for me.”
“Isn’t it… weird?”
“It depends.”
“On what?”
“Do you really want to talk to me about the size and girth of cocks, and how different it feels when they fuck me?” I asked.
Carson grimaced. “If it’s not absolutely necessary, no. I’ve got enough nightmares from the one time I untied you from that bench.”
Heat suffused my cheeks, and I averted my gaze. “You keep going on about that one incident.”
“The guy was over eight feet tall, his back was covered in poisoned thorns, and he was about to drink your blood. Do you really believe I’ll ever forget that?” Carson asked as a shudder ran through him."

      WF Do you listen to music while writing? If so, what kind?

CTK - Yes, I do. My choice of music depends on the story I’m writing. Most of the time I listen to pop music. I have to make sure I listen to music sung in English, though, because listening to music in my native language (German) throws me out of my writing flow.
For Breeding Stations, I listened to soundtracks, especially from Star Trek VIII and IX. They catapulted me into the right mood for this story. J

      WF - If your book were made into a movie, what actors would you like to see star?

CTK - For Berit, I’d love to see Andreas Pietschmann, a German actor, play the role, since I based Berit’s appearance on him. I loved this actor in a German cop series and immediately knew he’d be my Berit.
As for Tom—I’ve got no idea. The guy would have to be a big, muscular man, with a nice smile and long dreadlocks.
I usually don’t have real people / actors in mind when I write. This is actually the first time ever that I based a character on a photo of a real person. Most of the time, I’m perfectly content with my imagination.

      WF - What genres do you write in?

CTK- Oh, a lot of different ones. ;-) My main genre is m/m, but within that I’ve written contemporary romances, paranormal/fantasy romances, and now science fiction. I don’t like to settle in one genre because I enjoy them all.

      WF - Where and when do you prefer to write?

CTK - I write in the living room at a small desk. Since my writing time is reduced to the weekends (plus holidays and breaks) I write regularly on Saturdays and Sundays. I only write in the morning because I can’t form coherent sentences in the evening—at least not in English. ;-) Usually I start between nine and ten in the morning, and write for two or three hours. I also need my kids to be around playing. If it’s too quiet, I can’t get into the swing of things. Yup, I know, I’m a bit on the weird side.

Tour Dates & Stops: July 28, - August 10, 2015










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