At the time of writing this post, His To Breed remains locked away in Amazon's Adult Tag dungeon. I'm sad over it, but I also realize it's not within my control so as I was looking through excerpts to share, I chose a slightly heavier one today. This is the scene where Rowan is being exiled from the colony and given to Silas for breeding. I might have cried during the writing and I definitely cry a little every time I read it.
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“One last thing,” Commander Norrin said, gesturing to one of the guards who stepped forward. “Tag her.”
Before anyone could move, the guard was on her, taking her arm, turning her wrist up. Rowan sucked in a breath when she saw the laser he held.
Silas grabbed the guard’s wrist. “What is that?” he asked.
“She is property of the colony first,” the commander answered.
Property. That was all she was.
“It is unnecessary. I have no desire to keep another mouth to feed. I will return her as soon as I am able to,” Silas offered.
It felt like a betrayal, that. She glanced at Silas as he said it, then dropped her head. Mercenary. He was just a mercenary.
“This is non-negotiable,” Commander Norrin said. “Your medicines are waiting, ready for you to take to your people. Everything is in place, as agreed upon. Be wise, Silas.”
Rowan looked into Silas’ eyes but he masked any emotion too well to read. He glanced at her, then exhaled, releasing the guard’s arm and nodding. The guard then placed the laser against that vulnerable, delicate skin inside her wrist and pushed the button. Rowan heard a sound, it was her own gasp. The pain was intense but momentary. When he released her, she looked down at her reddened skin where a small dark red image, complex in design, now was. It was the symbol of the colony. She knew that there beneath her skin was the locator device placed in such a way that its unsanctioned removal would result in her death.
She looked up to find Silas studying it as well.
Commander Norrin then took Silas’ arm and turned him so they had their backs to her. She wasn’t sure if she was meant to hear Commander Norrin’s next words but she did, even though they did not make sense to her. “Remember our agreement well. I am not one to give second chances.”
She looked at the side of Silas’ face. He looked at Commander Norrin, his expression hard.
“You’re free to go,” Commander Norrin said, stepping back with a grand gesture toward the door.
Silas still looked at the man and it was a moment before he turned to her and touched her back. “Go,” he said.
Rowan walked out of the small cell and followed a guard down the corridor and up the stairs into the courtyard. They all walked in silence and stopped before a loaded wagon. For a moment, she looked at it and wondered if he would make her pull it. The colony would not give an animal away, they were too valuable. And for as much technology that had survived from the developed world, this was still the most basic and most commonly used mode of transport.
“Up,” Silas said to her.
She looked at him, then at the loaded wagon. Surely he couldn’t mean that she should sit while he walked with the load and her own weight on top of it.
“Up,” he repeated, this time taking hold of her and lifting her to sit on top of the largest sack there.
She did not understand this man. One moment he was almost kind to her, but the next, just as cold as the rest of them. No one spoke as the gates were opened and Silas took up the wagon and pulled. Rowan hugged her cape tight over her shoulders and looked up to meet the shadowy faces of the breeders who watched from behind their windows. One waved a hand as a tear slid down her cheek. It was her friend, Lis. Rowan raised her hand to the girl who would come of age in two months’ time. She wondered what would happen to Lis and wiped at her own eyes as the heavy gates of the colony closed behind her.
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In the aftermath of a plague which brought civilization to its knees and left most of the world’s female population sterile, breeders—the few women who remain fertile—have become a precious commodity. Breeders live in relative comfort, but upon reaching adulthood they are tasked with bearing one child after another to carry on the species. Frequent medical assessments keep the breeders healthy and harsh punishments keep them in line.
As a breeder who has just come of age, Rowan knows she will soon be little more than a slave, but when she dares to resist her fate the penalty is severe. After a shameful, public chastisement and a thorough, humiliating examination to determine her suitability for child-bearing, Rowan is given to a savage from outside the community—a huge brute of a man named Silas—to be bred.
Against all expectations, Rowan finds herself drawn to her new captor. Brave, ruggedly handsome, and even kind at times, Silas is everything the men who enslaved her were not. When the time comes for him to breed her, despite the circumstances something deep inside her begs for him to take her long and hard. But while she soon finds herself longing to be his forever, Rowan knows that eventually those who gave her to him will try to take her back. When that day comes will Silas fight to keep her at his side even if it means risking everything he loves?
Publisher’s Note: His to Breed is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.