Crash And Burn, the third standalone cyborg story will be releasing on February 23rd. This is definitely going to be a story you want to pre-order. I know there will be spoilers posted on reviews and other places.
While we wait, how about the first scene from the first chapter?
Safyre stomped along the battle station’s narrow hallways, her boot heels ringing on the floor tiles. Fellow members of Beings For Peace nodded to her, calling out greetings, wanting her advice on rescue plans. She nodded back but didn’t stop.
Her skull buzzed with pain. She’d had a headache for planet rotations, since her friend Tifara implanted the cyborg communications device in her brain.
And she had her own mission to organize. Nymphia, sister of her heart, had sent another emergency signal from Tau Ceti at sunrise. Twenty planet rotations ago, the infant-loving teen had ignored Safyre’s advice and left to transport children off the war-torn planet. She was now caught between the Humanoid Alliance and the local forces, trapped in the tunnels under the surface.
Safyre had to reach her. Soon. Before her rations ran out.
She paused outside the medical bay and swiped a cleaning cloth under her dripping nose. The fabric sucked up the blood, rearranging the molecules into air, removing all evidence that the device was affecting her.
Tifara would have a solar storm-sized meltdown if she realized the operation had aftereffects. She’d force Safyre to remove the device, and that couldn’t happen. It was Safyre’s only means of contacting Crash.
He wasn’t one of the warriors. Half human, half machine, cyborgs were designed to follow orders. Crash didn’t blindly obey any being.
He was a human conduit, a go-between. His communications device was more modern, having once belonged to an E model cyborg, and he claimed he could access transmission lines she couldn’t reach.
Female, the mysterious male transmitted through the cyborg communications device.
Did you speak with the cyborgs on board the freighter? That intergalactic freighter was her ride to Tau Ceti. It was transporting cyborgs to the planet and had the landing clearance she required.
Yes. The male’s deep voice coiled around her heart and tightened her nipples. A female could come simply from listening to him. If her head wasn’t splitting in two from pain.
Safyre winced. Can you control them? She’d crafted a plan. He’d control the cyborgs, ordering them to subdue the crew. She’d sneak onto the freighter before he arrived and take command of the vessel. That would give her control over Crash.
They’ll follow my direction. The certainty in his transmission reassured her.
Safyre was a pilot, not a warrior. She couldn’t defeat one cyborg on her own. The freighter carried one thousand of the manufactured warriors.
This is a reckless plan, female, Crash told her yet again. Discard it before you cause lasting damage to yourself.
The plan is set. She wasn’t changing it. Worry about yourself, not me. For a male interested in obtaining a cyborg army, he was overly concerned with her well-being. That was a strange experience for Safyre, a war orphan. She didn’t know how to deal with it.
And if I back out of the plan—
I’ll implement plan B. There was no plan B, not yet. She’d been contemplating other options, fearing no being would respond to her communications, when he answered. None of the alternatives were feasible.
You will not implement plan B, Crash barked and her spine straightened. I’ll meet with you on board the freighter in one planet rotation.
The line went silent. He must have severed their connection. Crash had the ability to open and close their transmission line, controlling communications. She hadn’t yet mastered that skill.
Crash would communicate with her again. They’d been conversing several times every planet rotation. She couldn’t sidestep Tifara’s questions and avoid his subtle probing at the same time.
She wiped the cleaning cloth under her nose, stuffed the fabric into the front pocket of her navy-blue flight suit and hurried into the medical bay. Tifara stood with her back to her, her curvaceous body covered with a white coat.
Assistants buzzed around her. They took one look at Safyre’s scowling face and vanished into the back chambers, giving them privacy.
Her friend continued inputting information into a private viewscreen. “Tell me you’re here to have the implant removed.”
“It remains necessary.” Safyre lowered into a single ass support and stretched out her legs. “I can’t communicate with the male without it.” Crash had given her no other means to contact him.
“You shouldn’t be communicating with any being.” Tifara turned. Her big brown eyes were a shade darker than Safyre’s and they reflected her concern. “The device was designed for a primitive B model cyborg.” It had been stolen from an ancient war artifacts exhibit and repurposed. “That cyborg would have had nanocybotics, giving him the ability to heal himself, to repair the damage the device was inflicting to his brain. You don’t have that ability.”
“Crash hasn’t mentioned any side effects.”
“And you trust this Crash, a being you haven’t even met?” Tifara lifted an eyebrow. “That’s not like you. You’re usually more cautious, more cynical. This could be an enemy trick.”
Safyre was aware that Crash could be a Humanoid Alliance operative, setting a trap for her, but she had no other options. She had to reach her friend, Nymphia. The girl was alone. The other members of her team had escaped the planet.
She must be scared.
When she had first met Nymphia, ten solar cycles ago at the Academy, Safyre had been a battle-toughened girl of sixteen solar cycles. She was a war orphan, as Nymphia and Tifara were. Her short lifespan alone in the harsh universe had trained her never to rely upon anyone else, never to care.
Then, the eight-solar-cycle-old Nymphia had curled her baby fingers around Safyre’s rough hands, gazed up at her with her big brown eyes and asked if she was her new mommy.
Safyre had told her to fuck off. The girl had blinked but wouldn’t let go.
Safyre wouldn’t let go now. Even if holding on resulted in her own death.
Read the next excerpt (available January 26th) here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/01/26/crash-and-burn-second-excerpt/
Crash And Burn
Crash was manufactured to be one of the best warriors in the universe. The cyborg has spent many human lifespans fighting the enemy. But, unlike his battle-loving brethren, he doesn’t enjoy killing. When he escapes the Humanoid Alliance, he vows to never end another life.
Then he meets Safyre, an infuriating human female, and he considers breaking his vow.
Safyre will do anything to save her friend, the being she loves like a sister. She’ll ravish a huge hunky cyborg, kiss his best friend, and invoke scorching hot desires the male never realized he could feel. Dark soulful eyes, a quick wit, and a tempestuous passion won’t divert her from her mission.
Love, and a planet-destroying weapon, however, might stop her permanently.