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Thursday, October 1, 2015

SFR Brigade Showcase October

Read All The Things! 

Summer is officially over and The SFR Brigade Showcase is back!

Since I just got new covers for my Diaspora Worlds series, I thought I would share from my oldest SFR book, Her Cyborg Awakes.

Sabralia spent a nervous day in the woods, not daring to go down to the beach for a swim. Qy sat on a small rise some distance away, watching the beach and distant palace. A few ships blasted into orbit from the spaceport on the far side of the forest, the roar filling the woods and making her heart thunder. What is happening?
Towards evening they saw smoke rising, either on the far side of the palace or one of the outbuildings just beyond.
Should I investigate?” Qy asked. “Alfyt has not summoned me for duty all day.”
No, Qy, it looks like more unrest. Alfyt must have other duties in an emergency. I think you should remain with me. Perhaps my soldier will come and tell us what is happening.”
Yes, Mistress.”
The sun went down. The smell of smoke was stronger for awhile, until the cool evening breeze from the sea pushed the smoke farther away. Sabralia wondered what was happening to the women—were they safe? Were they dead? None had come along the beach. Exhausted, she finally slept, wrapped in the blankets and her cyborg’s arms.
Kaistril dreamed. A woman was in his arms…his Mistress Sabralia, with her dark hair, dark blue eyes, and white soft skin. His cock roared into hardness. He tightened his arms around the woman, pulling her closer…she was so sweet, smelling of flowers, her soft bottom cradled his straining member…
Something is wrong. His eyes snapped open in a starless night and he sat up so fast he swayed, dizzy. They were on a cushioned pallet in thick woods. A body was pressed tight against him and he knew it was his Mistress Sabralia. They were hiding from…unrest.
Something is wrong.
My name is Kaistril.
No! I am Qy, in service to my mistress.
He couldn’t remember…but Kaistril seemed right.
He shook his head to try and clear his confusion. The air reeked of smoke. The fire, soldiers, danger, weapons… His head ached, as did his stomach. He was thirsty. He reached into Sabralia’s food basket and got a fruit drink, which helped a little, but his mind was still clouded.
They were in the woods…a fire at the palace…
Something is wrong.
Breathe deeply, calm yourself, a voice he recognized as being from his past told him. He closed his eyes and breathed in through his mouth and out through his nose, concentrating.
There was a sound. It was important. He listened.
Far away, so far away, he could only feel the vibrations through the earth—death! He slid off the pillows onto the forest floor and placed his palms on the ground—
The Strafe, attacking his Tier, the entire contingent in their observation units, dying. Burning, blinding white flashes, men falling dead in an instant, dead bodies everywhere…
He knew it well. It had killed his men. The Strafe was coming!
Wake. Wake.” He hauled the sleeping woman into his arms. “We need to get down to the beach, to one of the caves!”
A timer went off in his brain, the timer he was to obey, for his nightly maintenance. He groaned with confusion .
No—the caves! He threw the queen over his shoulder with her blankets over her, and loped toward the beach, ignoring her protests and squirms. She was round and soft, not strong, not a warrior woman, and he was able to subdue her struggles easily without harming her. In the far distance the Strafe slashed through the air, lighting the way with its killing white light, and the woman screamed in shock, her whole body going tight.
Underground. The Strafe,” he grunted. She probably had no idea what the Strafe was. But he knew. He remembered. Fierce triumph filled him. He remembered, and they would not kill this warrior, or his queen.
What’s wrong?” she cried.
The soft voice of his mistress sent a shiver down his spine. His body was still hard, clamoring for her touch, despite the raging light. The danger, the excitement flooding his body, his memories, the woman in his arms. He paused for a moment, suddenly overwhelmed with confusion.
The Strafe moved closer so its individual tines of killing light were visible.
We need to get to one of the tidal caves. The Strafe will kill us.”
The Strafe.” Comprehension colored her words. He sat her down, pulled the blanket from her face, then grabbed her hand, and they raced down the beach.
Kaistril found the section of beach with shallow caves. They’d explored them before, collecting shells. Once inside, he shoved her against the back wall of the cave and covered her body with his own.
The Strafe doesn’t go through soil. We might live if we…” His words trailed off. She was staring at him, mouth agape, eyes huge and dark in the night.
You are different.” His mistress sounded faint.
Yes. There is no time. Close your eyes,” he said. “The light can damage your vision.” He pulled the blanket over them, holding it cupped to her eyes with one hand while he did the Kaistril listened carefully but could hear nothing now except their breathing, heavy with fear. The Strafe was concentrating on populated areas, though it would eventually sweep outlying areas for strays.
Bright, deadly tines stroked the beach and suddenly clashed around them, lighting even their closed, blanket-covered eyes. They sank to the ground as the light sizzled just a few feet from them, close enough they could feel its strange heat. It disappeared, though they could still hear it.
Kaistril ran out of their shelter. The Strafe had returned to the Palace area. “Come on. It has gone straight back to the city. This is our chance!”
He grabbed her by the hand and ran up the beach, dragging her along.
Qy, where are we going?” she wailed.
He paused for a split second, then continued pulling her along.
Staying alive is the plan,” was all he said. No need to tell her it’s a gamble. Soon the Harvesters will be here to kill those that remain alive…
Her breath was ragged and her legs refused to pull her any further along the beach. Kaistril threw her over his shoulder with a grunt. She was no warrior.
Almost there, I think.” He cut through the woods, and was soon parallel to the fence surrounding Sirn’s spaceport. Eventually they came through the woods to a paved road and an open gate with guard towers. There were no guards.
Kaistril set her on her feet but again grabbed her hand.
We want to find the smaller spacecrafts,” he said as they passed Sirn’s mid-grade war ships that most of the officer’s arrived in. Sirn’s largest ships did not make landing, of course, but stayed in space.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Welcome Cynthia Sax! Releasing Rage

Welcome My Guest, Cynthia Sax!

Cyborgs In Hiding
Cynthia Sax

Cyborgs are oh-so-sexy, manufactured males with abilities surpassing a human’s, but they can also be tricksy. (grins) They aren’t always what they seem.

In Melisse’s Her Cyborg Awakes, Qy aka Kaistril, the cyborg hero, conceals his warrior nature while in servitude to a depraved Emperor. After he frees himself, Kaistril once again becomes the male he truly is.

In Releasing Rage, my most recent cyborg romance, Rage also has to hide his true nature, his true feelings. He’s enslaved by the Humanoid Alliance. The humans view him as an unprocessing, unfeeling machine, a weapon of war. They believe he has to obey their orders.

He doesn’t. Cyborgs are half man and half machine. Their human sides allow them to operate independently, to make their own decisions, to overrule commands they don’t agree with.

Rage is merely biding his time, acting like a machine, until he and his cyborg brethren can escape. He can’t lie. That’s built into his programming. But he doesn’t have to tell the truth. He can remain silent, keeping his feelings and his plans hidden.

This sounds like a great strategy. Unfortunately, he is pushed too far by his human masters and he loses his temper (there’s a reason he chose Rage as a name for himself). When a cyborg loses his temper, beings die.

While temporary out of emotional control, Rage also shows his true nature to Joan, the human heroine. She sees his passion, his anger, his frustration, and eventually, his interest in her.

Because that’s one challenging part about being in hiding. If you’re concealing the core of yourself, your feelings, your thoughts, your beliefs, and you meet the love of your life, will he still fall in love with you? If he does and then he eventually meets the true you, will he love that version of yourself also?

Sabralia respects and cares for the docile servant, Qy. Will she do the same for the warrior, Kaistril? Readers of Melisse’s Her Cyborg Awakes know the answer to that.

If Joan had met Rage while he was acting like an emotionless machine, would she have given him the control and respect he desired? I don’t even know the answer to that question. They would have completely different first impressions of each other.

Have you ever met a perspective love interest or friend while acting like someone you aren’t? Did your relationship survive the revelation of your true self?

Releasing Rage

Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.

Rage, the Humanoid Alliance's most primitive cyborg, has two goals--kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that's all he's been programmed to experience.

Until he meets Joan.

Joan, the battle station's first female engineer, has one goal--survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.

When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage's priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg's heart for both love and revenge?
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About Cynthia Sax
USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, SciFi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.
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Sunday, September 27, 2015

New Covers!

I decided to revamp my covers on my Diaspora Worlds Series.  Some of the covers were 3 years old, and times have changed!  Yes, I went with chesticles, but not headless chesticles! I watched the SFR best seller list, which I only hit sporadically in the Free list with my permafree book.

I have been in a bit of a slump this past couple of years. I do write--I have a computer stuffed with stories! All ready for revisions and editing. Real life and the day job have been somewhat difficult to blend into my writing world. So I have been staying involved in the writing world and forcing myself not to worry about this roller coaster book market.

One influence was the Zoe York podcasts. I decided my covers needed more of a brand. I wasn't a fanatic about it, but typography is more similar. And the model, Lol. I used the same purple star background and then added one other element that is representative of the story.

This model had some pictures surrounded by exercise equipment, a real pain to erase. The brothers in this series are lab created and the only real difference in their look is eye color--which I played with but really need a closer face shot for that to matter.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

SFR Sunday Share --Celstar

 I have a short story set on a colony planet called Celstar, Harvest Moons. It has sat out there all alone for a long time, but recently I've been working on another Space Frontier book set on Celstar. Actually two books.  Both books have people who have left a war torn planet named Sarganza. Only the wealthy can leave Sarganza, and the couple in the first story, Freedawn, come from wealthy aristocratic  families, and their marriage was arranged when they were eighteen. Jax' family supported the warmonger, and their side lost.

Celstar is a world with shifters immigrants, lab made humans, mysterious humanoids, and a little magic.

From Freedawn Colony:

Jax looked out the transport window and wondered where his land was. Tier Three, for  the third wave of settlers, was roughly the third circle of steadings from the center town. The steadings at this point were just a fence, a well head and a leveled building site. The third circle on the north edged along the Freedawn river, and his land was somewhere along that river line. He would be some distance from town, but with the advantage of developed services in town and less predators in the forest.
In one of the small Tier One settler's homes, or perhaps in one of the buildings for the merchants in town, was his wife.
Lilac's trail hadn't been hard to follow and at that time he had riches and power to find far more difficult information. He'd almost sent men to haul her back. But somewhere in the back of his mind was the knowledge she was safer far away from Sarganza. His father's devotion to the Usurper Scarash was doomed, and probably he was too, he thought at the time, since his fate was tied to his father’s. 
Lilac at least would live, slopping hogs in some chilly wilderness on Celstar as an agricultural immigrant. Probably marry some bear of a man and have a handful of children. Happy children, not raised in Sarganza society...That last part made him sad in a way, because he had had quite a crush on his runaway wife. But Sarganza was no place for a gentlewoman like her, no place to raise a happy family, and he was probably no kind of decent husband for her, either.

Their lives intersect with other Sarganza refugees, a large family, the Valrhysians, who were heroes on the winning side of the war.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Debbie Sue and other News

Debbie Sue and the Alien, a stand alone novella set in an 1950's alien invasion, goes to the editor this week. I finally have something finished--this is a good thing. I have several projects that are truly just weeks away from publication, I just need to hop on it.

Releases in September!

Debbie Sue and her infant nephew managed to survive the initial alien invasion. Weeks later, gathering food, they are captured by Akarak, an enormous humanoid with a forked tail, sharp teeth, spikes down his back, and faceted eyes. He is huge and horrifying--until she gets to know the gentle, scholarly soul within.

This story was inspired by all the tentacle sex chatter on the internet some months ago. I started thinking of a alien...and Akarak came to mind. But despite his size and alien appearance, he has a kind and gentle personality. I enjoyed Debbie Sue's journey to love as she discovers the benevolent, lovable being inside the monster. 

He was unlike the brighter purple and red aliens she'd seen from her window weeks ago. They had been hairless, with dog faces. His face was human-like with flared a Roman nose,  though his nostrils had triangular notches in the side. High cheekbones, carved brown lips and a square jar. He had hair, dark blue-green, fashioned into locks like twisted cords, pulled back from his face in a tail tied with shiny black leather.  Eyebrows, of that same dark aqua shade. Inhuman eyes, almond shaped and faceted turquoise with no pupil, but set in human-like eye sockets with thick dark eyelashes.
His teeth. Oh my god, his teeth. Sharp and lots of them.
He wore black shiny clothes that left his arms bare. Boots came over his knees and had sharp spurs on the heels and short spiked metallic rivets near his knees. Armor. His tail was free of armor but didn’t need it. It forked at the end into two prehensile tails that seemed capable of doing harm.
“Ssssiiit,” the alien hissed.

I am working on two fantasy romances, set in a fantasy world called Everland. At least one will release before Christmas, hopefully both.

 The Apprentice' Bride: Adler's father sends him off to a Bridal Faire to bring back a bride with no political ties to their Shire. Adler is hopeless with girls and he really wants to be at school, studying. Instead of courting the young women at the balls and teas of the Faire, he rescues an abused fruit vendor from a distant land.  

Orc in Winter The Queen's Orc guards, who accompanied her from her eastern homeland, are poisoned. Only Sherrow survives, and his life is precious to the Queen, for Sherrow is an Orc by bite, not birth.  He was human as a child, cousin and playmate of the Queen. He may survive if he can drink mother's milk. Morwenna, a young widow of a Kings Guardsman and loyal to the King, with an infant, is offered an estate up north for her service to the Crown, if Sherrow survives. If only he would stop doing dangerous things, like killing ice wyverns!

Orc was inspired by more internet chatter, which involved lactation erotica. I always felt nursing was an act of abundance and healing and had a place in a sweet and sexy romance.

Both stories take place in the same 'world' as my short story Faunication, only across the Frostmere Sea.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Writing News

I have been in the basement. Massive cleaning, repainting, etc etc. On top of my day time job I confess my time has been swallowed up. Hubby and I are still thinking of a move to Colorado so home fix-it stuff will continue.

Since this is my life, I bought a small Chromebook, which weighs about 2 pounds, that is easy to take to work for rough drafting. It does not have Scrivener, but desperate times call for desperate measures! I can write in Google Docs and pull it up on my good-but-huge laptop at home.

On the writing front Debbie Sue and the Alien goes to my editor this month so may even release in late August. It is a novella length stand alone, but should be a fun read.

I have Salvage, my cyborg novel in rough drafts gaining strength but it won't be out until winter. The Wizard's Bride (fantasy romance) is coming along and should be ready next month for the editor. A second fantasy romance, set in the same world, Orc in Winter, will be my Christmas release. In my spare time I have played with covers--here is the one for Salvage. I really like it so doubt it will change much before publication. The woman looks just like I visualize Lirielle and the man has the right hair color. Hair color is my Big Buggaboo with stock photos!

Then a  surprise to everyone, especially me. I had a dream about a group of young soldiers in a tavern, celebrating the end of a war, and marriages and babies. Then one young man gets some of his friends into a private room and tells them he has traded all his land (an he is wealthy) for a colony ship because he doesn't believe the war is really over, and he is a target, as will be his new bride and expectant child. So the men in the room have a choice.  They can stay and enjoy a short peace that will end just about the time their children are grown, or they can come with him to a new planet.

So I pondered. Obviously a steampunk type setting, the tavern was old fashioned, as were the clothes...I've been playing with the plot and have a new Starlander Saga, set several generations prior to Starlander's Myth.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Salvage H/H first appearance

I am working on my next Diaspora Worlds book, SALVAGE, in which a salvage pilot rescues a group of stranded cyborgs, abandoned after a lost battle.

The Hero and Heroine were both introduced in the book ALIEN BLOOD--*Free Today!*

Alien Blood is the story of two contestants on a galactic wilderness planet show--interrupted by an invasion. In the book they rescue two survivors. One of those is the transport pilot Dooley, who is quite charming and makes Our Hero, the perfect Puregen, jealous! I enjoyed the character Dooley and knew back then that he would have his own romance. He's scrappy.

2ln appears in Alien Blood as a cyborg, a very small cyborg.She and Dooley have amoment, though as a cyborg she is not aware. But Dooley never forgets her.

Excerpt:(Warning, nudity)

Lorl had food and was settled for the night. Dooley left her and hopped on the little float. He wanted to give Kellac and Gema some alone time, he could read the signals, so he drove around for some time. The empty corridors were boring but he had some nervous energy to burn off.   It was crazy, he knew it. But he intended 2ln to be on the transport when they left.
Earlier in the day as he had inspected the weapons the cyborgs showed him, he saw 2ln enter a door down the hall from the armory. Dooley walked in and heard water running, faintly.  He moved silently. Was there someone here? He came to a row of cots, each holding a cyborg he recognized. They were asleep and hooked via tubes to a machine. Maintenance, some type of nutrition, maybe. He knew nothing about cyborgs except they had their real brains fried so they could be ever obedient.
He followed the sound of water and walked into a shower.
2ln was bent over scrubbing her feet. She was nude except for cyborg appliances, computerized metallic plates. There was one on the side of her abdomen. There was another plate on her upper thigh, and her arm com was embedded. She’d removed her head piece, showing her bare skull, with small metallic touch points embedded to connect her head gear. Everything else was bare.
Slim, with high pink tipped breasts. Sculpted, every delicate muscle defined. Long legs and high arched feet. Calloused, rough toes. A dancer’s body.
Dooley knew dancers. His family made their livelihood with a traveling entertainment show. They traveled from planet to planet putting on musicals. He’d seen dancer’s bodies all his life. 2ln stood straight, water pouring onto her back. She looked at him and he could swear she looked… vulnerable. But how could she, she was a metal head?
“May I be of service?”
Star gods, she could. Those metal plates didn’t bother him at all—
He cleared his throat. He was not raping some poor brain dead girl, no matter how gorgeous her body was.
“No, 2ln. Continue with your shower. I was just inspecting the floor.”
He had never considered about what the cyborg bodies were like under those heavy suits. They seemed sexless. Now he realized the thick shiny material flattened out and disguised any shape underneath. They had to have gender, and some were female.
He sure hadn’t expected a body like that under the cyborg uniform.
“Are there specs on cyborgs on the com?”
“Yes sir. I can send you the link.”
“Very good. Carry on.” He needed to get out of there before he did something disgusting. What a body, so fine. Those big pink nipples, resting high, just right for his mouth…
On impulse Dooley gave a command. “Pistolet! Chase’!”
2LN froze. Her eyes blinked twice, and then her lithe body, no longer disguised under the thick armor, moved gracefully into the dance moves. She landed lightly on her feet and stood unmoving, awaiting orders.
Dooley walked toward her. “You remember. You were a dancer, once.” They’re not supposed to remember anything of their former life. Essentially brain dead. Yet she moved with the practiced ease of years of formal dance training.
She blinked again. “How may I assist you, sir?”