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Wilder Reviews For S.P.A.R. by Debi Wilder Debi Wilder breaks new ground with S.P.A.R. her first erotic romance. A story set in a time when sexual contact is banned by the governent, and all procreation takes place in a sterile lab between humanoids. Reola Clark, head Sperm Technician for S.P.A.R., Sperm Pollination Alternative Resources, has always followed the rules. She personally finds the idea of old-fashioned sex repugnant, finding the clinical approach much less messy. Still little hints dropped by her friend Stu make her think, and what’s more, he has a way of making her body yearn for something it shouldn’t want. Stu Whitager chafes under the government’s restrictions. Thanks to a legacy from their parents, he possesses a secret knowledge, and a treasure trove of sexually provocative material. He’s made a vow to share it with her on her thirtieth birthday. S.P.A.R. takes reader on an interesting journey. Fast paced, provocative, and romantic, it’s a guaranteed pleaser. Reviewed by Honey Jans, Torrid author of The Gift and April Love. … This is a time when The World Government rules people's lives and sex is forbidden, where "spermdroids" and "uterdroids" do the reproducing. Breaking the rules could leave you castrated and banished to Outer Syberia. This book is scary because I can see this happening! This author not only leaves you a book for entertainment but also a book that makes you think! I thoroughly enjoyed this book and highly suggest it! Reviewed by Teri, Enchanted In Romance I found
this to be an intriguing story with the traditional futuristic science
fiction theme of what might happen if the human reproductive process
is mechanized. I find that the amalgam of science fiction and romance
is always much more believable when the sexual theme is a natural outgrowth
of the plot. The author has come up with an original plotline which
I will not reveal, except to say that this story has no slow spots in
its seventy-two pages. The love scenes are mostly “off-stage”
and referred to in memory by the characters, so the immediacy of graphic
descriptions is muted; however, these man/woman love scenes are quite
explicit and very torrid in nature. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this
story, and recommend it to readers of futuristic or science fiction
romance. S.P.A.R.
is a gritty futuristic tale where sex is outlawed and lust has been
bred out of humanity via synthetic procreation. Re’s forbidden
lust and sexual discovery resonated with me; I wanted to tell her that
she had nothing to fear from her body. Debi Wilder deftly portrayed
the loneliness of a world where perfection reigns and love is denied.
S.P.A.R. is a tale of fervent yearning and love in a society where emotions
are denied. As Stu assists Re to understand her concealed past and possible
future, an evil rogue human waits patiently to devastate them. Ms. Wilder has written a thought provoking
book that is a good read. Even if Ms. Wilder Sample Chapter For S.P.A.R. by Debi Wilder “What the? Jules!” Jules Clark ran into the room her husband had been rifling through for the past hour. It was one of the many “forbidden” areas totally off limits to the sperm technicians of S.P.A.R. That was until Miles found a key taped under one of the old cabinets marked “PG 101” and feverishly set about trying every door in the collection room to see which lock it fit. “Are you okay?” Jules knelt next to her husband her hand on his shoulder. “You...you...oh Jules, you won’t believe.” His laughter filled her with alarm as he held up a tattered black book. “Look at what I’ve found. It’s all here, every bit of information on sexual relations we were led to believe impossible between a man and woman.” Miles quickly tossed the tattered book back inside the dust covered cardboard box and it fell open to reveal a shock-ing photo. Jules looked at the color photo of a naked woman laying on her back, legs wrapped around an equally naked man with his penis jammed right up into her vagina. The close-up not only dazed her, it sent her own private region into twitch-ing fits. She slanted a sidelong glance at Miles, knowing her life mate well enough to realize he shook with anticipation not only from his find, but also from the graphic pictures on the book pages. The sparkle in his eye revealed an excitement she hadn’t seen in a long time, and it worried her. “Miles, you’ve got to destroy this. They’ll send us to Outer Siberia if they know we found this, this stuff.” Jules paced around the small room. They needed to act quickly or suffer the consequences. As exciting as the find was, the box of contraband spelled one thing...trouble. “I’ve got the perfect place to hide them, Jules. Only you and I will know about the books and video tapes...” Jules knelt, opened the box and shuffled through its con-tents. “No! Miles, we can’t risk taking this information home with us. You can’t be serious.” There were books called Ro-mantic Fantasies & Other Sexy Ways of Expressing Your Love, The Slave and The Loving Dominant, but the one that interested her the most was the little red one by the name of 203 Ways to Drive a Man Wild in Bed. The aspect of driving her man crazy sounded interesting, even to her virgin body, which acted any-thing but virginal at the moment. A twitching between her legs pulsed, feeling like moisture had seeped out from her re-gions. She couldn’t put a name to the feeling, except it felt de-licious. “You like that one?” Jules looked up to see the feverish look of a wild animal waiting for mating season to start in her husband’s eyes. The fiery glint sent harder and quicker pricks to her private area that she’d been trained to believe was used only for expulsion. How could such a meaningless object as a book cause a reac-tion in her Miles could detect? They may have been the last to be conceived without the assistance of droids, but they’d been the first to be raised un-der new methods. And those methods didn’t include having the feelings her body sent her right now. Miles picked up a book with a photograph of a woman and a baby on it by a physician named Dr. Peabody. She looked over Miles’ shoulder as he flipped through the pages, then stopped at the centerfold. Again, a woman lay flat on her back, a sheet draped over her legs, and a rather large object looked to be protruding from her waste area. The caption read “Woman giving birth to healthy baby boy”. Jules sat back on her butt, took a deep breath, and felt a tear slip down her cheek. “That’s not a uterdroid, is it Miles?” “Not according to that caption. This means it is possible to have a child grow in a human body, Jules. We’ve been talking about a child, and...” “No way, Miles. It’s too dangerous.” “But worth every second of that danger. It would truly be a part of us, not a premanufactured makeup of what we think our child would be like. I think Rand and Deb would help us. Rand said they’ve been talking about a baby now that they’ve reached the acceptance qualifications. There might be a way we could...” “We don’t even know where to begin such a process. We don’t know anything but collection tubes and injecting the specimens into the uterdroids.” “Yes we do.” Miles patted the box and smiled. |