Seducing My Billionaire Boss And Moms

By Cynthia Sax on May 3, 2016

Mother’s Day in North America is on Sunday so I thought I’d share some of my favorite mom scenes from my stories. One of my favorite moments is the scene between Robert and his mom in Seducing My Billionaire Boss. Here’s a snippet

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“We’re leaving, but not until we greet our dear Kirsten.” Mrs. Reyes turns her attention to me. “I’m pleased you’re here.” She embraces me. Rob’s mom smells like roses, her frame frighteningly delicate. “So very pleased.”

She looks at me as though I’m the answer to her prayers, talks as though she’s been expecting to meet me for years.

“Ummm…” I don’t know what to say. ‘Hi. I’m your son’s convenience fuck. You will likely never see me again.’ doesn’t seem appropriate.

“Keep our young rascal in line.” Natty crushes me against her bountiful breasts. “Don’t let him give you any lip.”

“She doesn’t.” Rob answers for me. “She makes me work for everything.”

“As she should,” the women say in unison, smiling wide.

He rolls his eyes. “Ladies.” Rob opens the door.

“It’s about time, Mr. Robert.” Natty gives him one of her bone-bending hugs. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you, Natty.” Rob hugs her back, his face softening. He tolerates her interfering because he loves her. He loves both of them. A ball of emotion forms in my throat.

“Robert.” Mrs. Reyes leans back, gazing up at him. He’s a tall man, appears even taller beside this tiny woman. He must have gotten his height from his father.

“Mom.” Rob bends over until their faces are level, this gesture melting my insides.

She cups his cheeks, holding his face in her palms. “I love you.”

“I know that, Mom.” His voice lowers to a murmur. “I love you too. But it’s too early for all of this.” He covers her hands with his. “Kirsten and I need our privacy.”

They gaze at each other, communicating without words. The moment stretches, held together with emotion, with understanding, and I feel honored and a bit guilty to be observing the mother-son interlude.

She sighs. “I know you need your privacy. That’s what your father said also. He refused to leave the house.” She lifts onto her tiptoes and tenderly kisses his forehead. “But I wanted to meet her.” She pulls away from him, releasing his cheeks. “And now I have.” She smiles at me. “Ensure that my son doesn’t work too hard, Kirsten.”

“I’ll try, Mrs. Reyes.” My words are choked.

“Mom,” she corrects. “Call me—”

“It’s too soon for that, Mom.” Rob nudges her closer to the door.

“If you say so, Son.” She gives me another cheery wave and flits away.

***

Does your mom lovingly interfere? Do you lovingly interfere in your children’s lives?

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Note: If you purchased the Salacious boxed set, you already have this story.

This job and this man are mine.

I have to land the position Robert Reyes, the CFO of Powers Corporation, recently posted. My friend’s health depends on it. I’ve heard the rumors—that Rob will require… extra duties from this new hire.

He’s young, handsome, intelligent. Pleasing him won’t be a hardship. Not falling in love with him will be the big challenge. I’ve lusted after Rob for years, like him more than is prudent, dream of him every night. Touching his body, tasting the salt on his skin, will be both a self-inflicted torment and a fantasy come true.

I’ll be a convenience for my hunky executive. This is a job, not a romance. As long as both of us remember this, our relationship should work.

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Interview With Rebecca Airies

By Cynthia Sax on May 2, 2016

I sat down (virtually) with Rebecca Airies for a short interview. Her latest release is Sabotaged Desires, a sexy Sci-Fi menage!


Cynthia Sax: What makes David and Robert sexy?

Rebecca Airies: Well, they’re both very handsome. David’s sexy because he’s supportive of both Robert and Susanne. He doesn’t choose sides. He’s not judgmental of either of them even though he’s been put in the middle of their arguments for days. He’s smart and alpha in a calm manner. With his training as a doctor he’s learned to be calm during stressful situations.

Robert comes off as hardnosed, at first. He’s definitely an alpha and worked his way up to his current position. He’s a man accustomed to having his orders followed. What really makes him sexy is that he can acknowledge when he’s made a mistake and apologize for something he did wrong.

Cynthia Sax: Where did you get the idea for Sabotaged Desires?

Rebecca Airies: I got this idea from a writing exercise. None of the story ideas in my folder were clicking and I needed to start something new. So I did an exercise that started with the first idea that popped into my head. A woman and two men trapped in a box. What if and questions helped develop it into Sabotaged Desires.


Cynthia Sax: What causes problems between Robert, David, and Susanne?

Rebecca Airies: Robert believes that Susanne has lied/cheated to gain her position. Both Susanne and David have a difficult time getting Robert to listen. Cheating and gaining a position through something other than merit is a hot button issue for Robert because of an event in his past.


Cynthia Sax: Is Sabotaged Desires a series and will you be writing more stories in this series?


Rebecca Airies:
This might be a series. I’m interested in writing more about these characters and the others on the colony ship. There were several questions about what happens after this book that I’d like to know the answers to, but none of the secondary characters have stepped forward.

Cynthia Sax: Thank you, Rebecca Airies, for joining us today!

Rebecca Airies’ Website: http://www.rebeccaairies.net

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Suz Lore thought she had everything she wanted, a job as an engineer and a position on a colony ship headed to another planet. That was before her arranged ménage marriage with Robert Smith and David Bradford turned into a disaster. She’d thought they were building more than a sizzling sexual relationship, but all they do is argue now. She isn’t surprised when they’re sequestered in a room in order to reignite the passion between them and learn to trust again.

Robert believes she betrayed him while David is stuck in the middle of their conflict. Getting Robert to talk about what made him angry is difficult, but they discover there’s far more behind their problems than a message with misleading information. A virus has overtaken the ship’s computers, put them on a different heading and cut them off from all communication. They must work together to find a way to survive and rebuild their relationship

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Defying Death – Cyborgs And Clones

By Cynthia Sax on April 29, 2016

In Defying Death, Death, our cyborg hero, encounters a community of clones.

Here’s a snippet…

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Three very large human males faced them, carrying long guns, bows, daggers, their bodies clad in white animal skins. They were the same height, width, had the same bone structure, the same startling bright purple eyes, the same pale purple skin. They wore their white hair in different lengths from closely cropped to long and braided but they were remarkably similar.

“They’re clones,” she whispered. Cloning was outlawed by the Humanoid Alliance. Many species, including humans, had also forbidden the practice, fearing the weakening of their genetic material.

Death’s body stiffened.

Oh right. She wasn’t supposed to talk. “Sorry.”

He exhaled heavily.

***

According to Wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cloning ), cloning “refers to processes used to create copies of DNA fragments (molecular cloning), cells (cell cloning), or organisms.”

One of the concerns with cloning is the breakdown of genetic material. When animals are cloned today, there’s a higher possibility of deformities. The scientist who founded the clone community, the mysterious original, discovered how to offset this. He also carefully chose the beings to be copied, these males and females matching his ideals.

Because it is a clone community, sex isn’t necessary for reproduction. Clones reproduce in a laboratory. Any offspring produced from sexual encounters would have different DNA and might not match the original’s ideals.

So sex is forbidden. To prevent temptation, touching a being of a different gender is also forbidden.

There are other rules. For example, any injury or illness is viewed as genetic weakness. If that male or female were to be cloned, that genetic weakness might be passed onto future generations. To prevent this, the injured or ill being is exiled from the community.

I’ve always been fascinated with cloning and the questions surrounding them. If you fall in love with one clone, would you fall in love with all of them? Is love tied to genetics or to the being as a whole, the combination of genetics and life experience? Defying Death explores a bit of this.

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Defying Death

He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.

Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.

Even the human female he’s destined to love.

Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.

To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.

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Second Scene From Defying Death

By Cynthia Sax on April 27, 2016

I’ll be sharing the first chapter from Defying Death over the next few weeks.

Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/04/20/first-scene-from-defying-death/

Here is the next scene

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His visits to the ship were enough. For now. He ran his hands over his shaft, yanking on his skin harder and harder, abusing his form, punishing himself for his need.

A bead of pre-cum formed on his tip. He swept one of his thumbs across it, spreading his essence over his cock. His balls hugged his base, the pressure building, building, building.

Skin smacked against skin, the sound echoing in the small space. He envisioned Tifara writhing beneath him, sweat glistening on her pale skin, her nipples tight. Would they be as pink as her lips? He wanted to lick her, taste the salt of her skin, the sweet femininity of her.

Frag. He grunted, drawn into his fantasy, wanting to make it into reality. How could he wait to breed with her, to claim her? She smelled so good, was so lush, and the thought of the kindness, the caring in her expression when she looked at her friends, how she would soon look at him, stripped his restraint.

Death braced his booted feet apart and worked his cock with more vigor, rocking his hips into his palms, the muscles over his lower abs rippling, his thighs flexed, as hard as his frame. His fit physique shook, the tremors escalating. He fought the battle with himself, delaying coming as long as he could.

But he was weak, so very weak. Her scent was too exquisite, filling his lungs, curling around his soul. He imagined his medic’s capable fingers on his balls, squeezing and—

He roared, his release catching him by surprise, and he pushed forward. Cum arched from his cock, splattered on the tiled floor. He came and came and came, purging all of his need, all of his passion. A puddle of spunk formed before him. The scent of breeding mixed with his female’s fragrance.

When there was nothing left, when he’d given everything he had, he sagged against the wall, his legs trembling, the tension within him temporarily alleviated.

Death swiped a cleaning cloth over his tip, removing the remnants of his pleasure. The fabric sucked up the cum, rearranging the molecules into air. He snapped the cleaning cloth to refresh it, returned it to the horizontal support where he had found it.

The floor was a mess. He placed his palms on a control panel and interfaced with the ship. Small doors opened in the walls. Cleaning bots exited, whirled around him, removing all proof that he’d found release in Safyre’s ship.

Crash would damage any male who left his scent in the human female’s personal space. Or he’d attempt to damage him. Death pressed his lips together. The E model couldn’t best him in a fight.

Death donned his body armor, skimmed his hands over his weapons, ensuring all of his guns remained in their holsters, all of his daggers were in their sheaths. His restraints were missing. He’d used those to repair the seats in the ship, a small payment for his use of the space and a thank you to Crash’s female for, unbeknownst to her, bringing Tifara into his realm of awareness.

Death leaned toward the scarf, took one more deep breath, inhaling Tifara’s scent, and straightened. He was needed in the holding chamber. Crash wouldn’t start the meeting without him.

He moved soundlessly down the ship’s ramp.

His stealth was in vain.

Menace had returned. The warrior stood at the bottom, arms crossed, eyes glimmering with humor. “If I hadn’t heard it, I wouldn’t have believed it. You’re a sick bag of bolts, Death.”

The male knew he’d found release in the ship. Death maintained his grim expression, not allowing any of his embarrassment to show. “You’ll say nothing.”

Menace’s smile faded. “That doesn’t have to be communicated, my friend. If it weren’t for you, I would have died solar cycles ago. You have my full loyalty.”

Death knew that but he took no chances with the safety of his female. No being could know how he felt about her.

“Crash is waiting for you.” The other J Model’s head twitched in the direction of the holding chamber. “I didn’t tell them where you were or what you were doing.”

Death grunted a thank you and moved through the freighter’s docking bay, entered the hallways, accelerating, the space empty. He acted as a conduit between Crash and the J models. They wouldn’t relay information without his presence.

The holding chamber was crowded with J and K model cyborgs. The warriors shifted to the side as he entered, allowing him to take his place at the far wall with Crash and his human female, Safyre. The images of two K model cyborgs Death hadn’t yet met were projected onto a side wall.

What was the cause of your delay? Crash inquired through their transmission lines, excluding his female from the conversation. Did you sense a threat?

The E model’s grip on his lush female was tight. Concern reflected in his flat black eyes.

I sense no threats. Death chose not to answer the first question.

“What the fuck is going on, Crash?” Safyre gazed up at her warrior’s gray face, worry lines etched around her mouth. “And don’t tell me nothing ‘cause I feel the tension in you.” The female had orange hair, the color suiting her volatile temperament.

Death preferred the more subtle streaks of red in Tifara’s long brown tendrils. His fingertips twitched. He wanted to sink his hands into those unruly curls.

Desire rose within him once more.

Crash narrowed his eyes at him. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on.”

Fraggin’ hole. The warrior sensed his arousal.

Death mentally inventoried his weapons, counting the daggers and guns strapped to his body, distracting his human-like brain and his machine-like processors from thoughts of his female.

There’s no threat? Crash asked again.

There’s no threat. Death held his gaze.

The warrior hesitated for a moment and then nodded, his shoulders lowering. “It is nothing, my female.” Crash hugged his Safyre to him.

Death would never put a precious female at risk with such an open display of affection. Touching should be done in the privacy of personal chambers.

“I’m seeing threats where there are none.” Crash kissed her forehead.

Safyre’s eyes softened. “It’s best to be careful.”

Crash nodded. “Let’s relay this information.” He turned toward the crowd, the fingers of his left hand linked with the fingers of his female’s right hand.

Death stood at their side.

Alone.

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Read the next scene (available May 4th) here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/05/04/third-scene-from-defying-death/

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Defying Death

He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.

Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.

Even the human female he’s destined to love.

Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.

To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/

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Seducing My Billionaire Boss Available For Pre-order

By Cynthia Sax on April 25, 2016

Seducing My Billionaire Boss will be releasing as a single story in June. It is available for pre-order now.

If you purchased the Salacious boxed set, you already have this story.

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This job and this man are mine.

I have to land the position Robert Reyes, the CFO of Powers Corporation, recently posted. My friend’s health depends on it. I’ve heard the rumors—that Rob will require… extra duties from this new hire.

He’s young, handsome, intelligent. Pleasing him won’t be a hardship. Not falling in love with him will be the big challenge. I’ve lusted after Rob for years, like him more than is prudent, dream of him every night. Touching his body, tasting the salt on his skin, will be both a self-inflicted torment and a fantasy come true.

I’ll be a convenience for my hunky executive. This is a job, not a romance. As long as both of us remember this, our relationship should work.

Buy Now:
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Other booksellers will list Seducing My Billionaire Boss soon. Amazon and ARe are always the quickest.

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Cyborgs And Spirituality

By Cynthia Sax on April 22, 2016

Cyborgs are half human and half machine. One of the things that have always intrigued me is… how would cyborgs react when faced with another being’s faith-based beliefs? Faith is a human concept. It isn’t always logical.

In Defying Death, Death grapples with Tifara’s belief in fate and destiny. He’s also introduced to the faith-based beliefs of Ada-972 and her clone sisters and brothers.

Here’s a snippet…

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“Don’t return until you see a spirit star,” Ada-972 called.

“I won’t.” Ada-971 gave her a wave and then ducked out of the cave.

“What is a spirit star?” Tifara rummaged through her medic pack, her voice suspiciously watery.

“It’s a star that moves across the darkened sky.” The damaged female gazed at the ceiling of the cave. “As the original has shared with us, this star collects the spirits of the clones who die, bringing them upward to be assimilated into the black nothingness that holds the constellations together.”

A spirit star sounded like a meteoroid that had fallen into the planet’s atmosphere, burning to nothing. Death pressed his lips together, choosing to keep that information to himself.

“I want Ada-971 to see my ascent.” Ada-972 smiled. “She’ll know that I’m fine. I’ll be with all of the others who were created before me. I won’t be alone.”

“I’m injecting you with all of the pain inhibitors we have left,” Tifara said brusquely, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears. “You’ll go completely numb but you’ll be able to talk.”

“I would like to go outside, if that is possible.” Ada-972 slid her gaze shyly to him. “That will aid in my ascent and I would like to see the constellations one more time.” She paused. “From this angle. My view will soon be very different, won’t it?”

“I’ll carry you outside.” He knew nothing about her future view. The black nothingness, from his observations, consisted mostly of ionized hydrogen, not clone spirits, but he hadn’t yet scanned all of space. He couldn’t be certain.

***

Death can’t prove Ada-972’s faith but he can’t disprove it either. So he doesn’t express an opinion on it. Instead, he waits for more inputs.

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Defying Death

He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.

Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.

Even the human female he’s destined to love.

Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.

To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/

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First Scene From Defying Death

By Cynthia Sax on April 20, 2016

I’ll be sharing the first chapter from Defying Death over the next few weeks.

Here is the first scene

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Chapter One

Need twisted Death’s circuits.

He gritted his teeth as he strode along the empty hallways of the freighter. He was a J model cyborg, one of the best of his batch. He could control himself.

Until he reached the ship. Then he’d indulge his desire, his frame-deep yearning for the human female he hadn’t yet met.

Tifara, due to a fluke of genetics, was destined to be his, forever. He would lead his brethren to freedom, fulfilling his duty to his kind, and then he would retrieve her.

She was safe. His female was positioned on a battle station far from any fighting.

The urgency he felt to claim her was illogical.

He’d find release in private. That would relieve the stress on his processors, on his systems, and he’d return to being the cool, collected rational warrior he’d been trained to be.

Death entered the docking bay. There were two small ships in the space. It was almost as devoid of life as the hallways were.

Almost.

Menace leaned against the ship Death wanted to access. The J model casually polished one of his long guns, his movements slow and sure. His coloring resembled Death’s, his eyes and hair brown, his skin tanned, his model number inked on his cheek. They were both dressed in their black body armor, always ready for battle.

Fighting was what they were designed for. It gave them joy. And now they fought for themselves. They’d escaped the cruel control of the Humanoid Alliance. Their freighter was headed toward the cyborg Homeland.

Death didn’t trust that freedom.

“Why aren’t you in the holding chamber with the others?” His voice rang with command. They’d left Earth Minor two planet rotations ago, dropping off some Tau Cetian orphans. Crash, the warrior representing the cyborg council, had called a meeting to discuss the next steps.

Menace straightened. “There’s no need for my attendance. Mayhem is broadcasting the information to me.”

They openly displayed their friendship. Death thought that foolish. The humans could use that to their advantage, damaging one to damage the other.

But he had more urgent issues to consider at the moment, his yearning for his female and his need for release growing. “The third engine isn’t operating optimally. It requires investigation.”

Menace slung his long gun over his right shoulder. “Others are more skilled at engine repair.”

Death looked around them. “Those others aren’t here.”

“I’ll investigate.” The warrior stalked toward the exit.

Death waited until Menace left the docking bay and then hastened up the ship’s ramp. Cyborgs couldn’t lie. The third engine wasn’t operating optimally. It had been damaged during their escape. The repair required parts they didn’t have. Menace would figure that out and soon return.

Death closed the ship’s doors. He had to find release quickly. He stripped off his body armor, baring his body, leaving on his boots.

The vessel belonged to Safyre, Crash’s female. It was cluttered with personal objects, a concept foreign to cyborgs. Cyborgs were given one set of body armor and their weapons. They had no other material possessions.

Only one of Safyre’s material possessions interested Death. A white scarf once belonging to Tifara twined around a column.

He leaned forward, brushing the tip of his nose against the fabric, and inhaled deeply, sucking her scent into his lungs. The desire sweeping through him hardened his cock and threatened to bring him to his knees.

When he had first discovered the scarf, he visited the ship once every five planet rotations. The planet rotations between visits had reduced to four, three, two, until he had needed to imbibe her scent once and then twice a planet rotation. He was addicted to her, to a female he hadn’t yet met. Death gulped the musk-filled air, opening his mouth to take more of Tifara’s aroma into his body.

He’d seen the images Crash’s female had collected, had replayed them in his processors one thousand, two hundred and seventy-one times. His Tifara was lush and round, with big breasts and even wider hips, perfect for a large cyborg such as himself.

Her hair was long and curly and brown with streaks of red in the strands, like lava flowing through rock. Her brown eyes were often soft with emotion, with caring. When he imagined her looking at him that way, his chest heated.

Cyborgs rarely showed emotion. The Humanoid Alliance, their makers, considered it a malfunction. Warriors were decommissioned if they smiled, sliced into pieces while they remained alive.

Death would protect Tifara’s smile. He’d fight, kill to ensure she could always look at him that way.

She’d reward him with her pink lips, her always-laughing mouth.

Frag. He stroked his hard cock, sliding his hands up and down, up and down his shaft, from his hairless base to his tip. She’d be warm and wet and willing, engulfing him in her delectable scent, surrounding him with her softness.

He’d drive into her, seeking the sanctuary of her form, the bonding, the connection only she could give. Death, conscious of his greater strength, of how fragile and breakable his little human was, would be careful with her, giving her all pleasure and no pain. She’d pant, her gorgeous breasts heaving, her pink lips parted.

He’d thrust harder, deeper. The little medic would call his name, her voice breathy with passion. Death rolled his aching balls, his fingers trembling.

Tifara was his weakness. That both frightened and thrilled him. No one could ever know how valuable she was to him.

That was why the scarf remained wrapped around the pillar. The primitive possessive part of Death roared at him to remove the cloth, to hide it from the other males, from his possible rivals, to not allow anyone else to breathe her scent, to think of her with lust, that emotion now flowing through his circuits.

But taking that action would be a declaration of caring. He’d never put his Tifara at risk. She was everything to him; his sole chance at happiness, at having offspring, love.

***

Read the next scene (available April 27th) here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/04/27/second-scene-from-defying-death/

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Defying Death

He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.

Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.

Even the human female he’s destined to love.

Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.

To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/

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Battle Of The Cyborgs

By Cynthia Sax on April 19, 2016

The Battle of the Cyborgs is on like Donkey Kong!

Betcha haven’t heard that phrase in a while, huh? (grins)

https://katherinedeane.wordpress.com/2016/04/19/battle-of-the-cyborgs-free-prizes/

Death will face Eve Langlais ‘ Avion, Cara Bristol’s Dale and Anna Hackett’s Xander!

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Defying Death

He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.

Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.

Even the human female he’s destined to love.

Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.

To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.

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Defying Death Releases Today

By Cynthia Sax on April 18, 2016

Defying Death releases today, a month early!

Why? Because there is a ‘system issue.’

Which I suspect is cyborg related. Death does whatever he wants. Frag the consequences.

Defying Death

He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.

Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.

Even the human female he’s destined to love.

Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.

To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/

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Fighting For My Billionaire Boss – Fourth Excerpt

By Cynthia Sax on April 13, 2016

I’m sharing the fourth scene from the first chapter of Fighting For My Billionaire Boss today.

Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/03/23/fighting-for-my-billionaire-boss-first-excerpt/

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I study him, his manscaped face, his colorful suit, his death grip on Gretchen’s purse. Oh shit. I spot the gleam of light off glass. No, not glass. A camera lens. There’s a circle cut out of the side of the bag. “Are you recording—”

“You bitch.” Gretchen slaps me across the face, her reaction catching me by surprise, her nails leaving a stinging trail on my cheek. “Were you fucking him the entire time we were dating?”

She hit me. She fuckin’ hit me. Anger rushes through me, hot and feral and intense. I battle the urge to strike back, to punch her lights out.

I’m not that girl anymore.

“One, I’m a lady.” My tone is as sweet and as calm as I can manage. “Not a… what you called me. I don’t use that type of language,” I inform her prissily. “Two—”

“Fuck you,” she screeches and slaps me again, scratching my other cheek.

I catch her wrist and she gasps, staring at me with wide eyes. “Don’t do that again.” I release her before I inflict more damage. “Or I will—”

The door to my boss’s office opens. Gretchen swings at me.

Distracted, I react on instinct, my arm shooting out. My right fist connects with her left eye. She staggers backward.

Rational thought flees. Adrenaline pumps through my veins. This fight is on.

“That’s for the pain you caused me.” I follow up with my left fist, popping her in her other eye. “And that’s for the pain you caused my boss.”

“Miss Henderson.” His voice originates behind me.

“You man-stealing tramp.” Gretchen blindly flies at me.

“You insane media slut.” I fling myself at her. Our bodies collide. She’s twice my size, a fuckin’ giant of a woman, and she doesn’t go down.

I climb her like a tree, straddle her waist with my legs, and beat on her. The actress makes a valiant attempt to block and to return my punches. She gets lucky a few times, smacking my chest twice and striking my chin once. But her technique is all over the place.

She doesn’t have my experience at brawling. I jab toward her face. She twists, seeking to avoid the punch. Fabric rips. Her perfect breasts escape her skintight dress.

One of the male idiots watching us cheers.

“That’s enough, Miss Henderson.” Brick’s tone is stern.

That isn’t enough. The knuckles of my right hand connect with the tip of Gretchen’s dainty nose. There’s a crunch. She howls. Blood pours down her face.

“You broke my nose.” Gretchen holds up her arms, attempting to protect her face.

She has to do this because I continue to whale on her. My brothers taught me that a fight isn’t over until my opponent is flat on his or her back.

The actress is still standing. I hit her again and again, throwing in some body slams, trying to take her down.

The bitch finally topples backward, taking me with her. My skirts, all of them, ride up to my waist. Cool air sweeps over my panty-clad ass. I punch her once, twice more for good measure, ensuring she doesn’t get back up.

“Easy, scrapper.” Brick straps his arms around my waist and peels me off her.

“I’m not a scrapper,” I yell, flailing my arms and legs. “I’m a fuckin’ lady.”

His body shakes. “Yes, we see that.”

“You might have drawn first blood but I always draw the last.” I ignore Brick and glare at my adversary. “Remember that, bitch.”

“Keep her away from me.” The actress’s nose continues to bleed. Her face is already starting to swell, her dress is shredded and her breasts hang out. She looks like a mess yet she’s still glorious, sexy in that horror-flick female type of way. “She’s out of control.”

“Says the woman who attacked me for no reason.” I wave my fists in the air, not willing to take any more shit from her. “You’re a complete psycho and should be locked up.”

Gretchen’s publicist doesn’t move, doesn’t attempt to help her. My coworkers stare at us with wide eyes and open mouths. Someone had the brains to call security but the security guard just stands there, gaping at us.

“Dave, please escort Gretchen and her publicist out of the building.” Brick takes command of the situation, assigning the crazy woman to the security guard’s care.

The man doesn’t appear happy to have that responsibility.

“Watch her hands,” I advise. “She scratches.”

Brick’s arms tighten around me. “Gretchen, my lawyer will talk to your lawyer.”

“She broke my nose,” the woman moans.

“You also broke a nail,” I holler back at her. “When you raked those talons of yours across my face.”

A man behind me sniggers.

“I’ll pay for a nose job,” Brick assures his ex. “It’s not like it’s your first.” He mumbles this last comment. “My meetings are canceled for the rest of the day.”

People hurry away from the entrance to his office, darting concerned glances at me. They’re all scared shitless of me. They’ve seen what I can do.

Brick saw this, too. He’ll never see me as feminine now.

“You’re coming with me, scrapper.” My boss hauls me toward his private space. “The rest of you, get back to work.”

“I’m a lady.” This protest is weaker.

“Of course, you are.” Brick turns me until I face him. The humor in his eyes fades when he sees the blood dripping down my cheeks. “Fuck. She messed you up.” He slings my body over his shoulder.

“I messed her up more.” I glance behind us. Gretchen remains knocked on her ass. Pride fills me. I definitely won this fight.

But, in doing that, I might have lost all hope of winning Brick’s love.

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Love is worth the fight.

My boss, Brick Armitage, is one of the most eligible bachelors in the city. He’s handsome, young, and the billionaire CEO of an online company. Brick dates stunning supermodels and famous actresses, the most beautiful women on the planet.

I’m determined to be the next woman he kisses, touches, pleases. To land the man I love, I’ll become the delicate lady he seems to prefer. No cussing. No sprawling over the furniture. No punching the pretty out of Brick’s trash-talking ex.

But when I fail at this and the footage of my brawling goes viral, will I lose my sophisticated billionaire forever, or will he realize a scrapper is exactly who he needs?

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