When I’m reading a great book, I’m lost to the world. I don’t eat. I don’t sleep. A freight train could run through the room and I wouldn’t notice it. My dear wonderful hubby takes one look at my face and knows there’s no sense talking to me. I won’t hear him. I’m happily lost in this other world, absorbed, obsessed.
THIS is how Tifara, the heroine of Defying Death is, except, instead of books, she’s obsessed with medical research, with stopping the next possible outbreak.
Here’s a snippet showing her obsession, seen from Death’s more logical eyes
“But is my lack of attraction to other cyborgs due to our unique genetic pairing?” She took a step blindly to the left.
Death cupped her head, holding her in place, stopping her pacing. This wasn’t the cave or their ship. The terrain around them held dangers and his little medic was cognizant of none of them. He had to keep her by his side.
“Or is my lack of attraction because I already host your nanocybotics?” Tifara didn’t appear to notice his hand on the top of her head. She was lost in science again. “Hmmm…”
Her erotic humming hardened his cock.
“What is your female talking about?” Menace looked at him.
Death said nothing. The warrior would learn soon enough that his female questioned anything and everything in the universe.
Death doesn’t truly know why Tifara is obsessed with medical research. He grows to accept it but he doesn’t understand her fascination with it.
My dear wonderful hubby is the same way. He isn’t a reader. He’s read three books in the twenty-three years I’ve known and loved him. But he’s grown to accept my obsession with reading. He sees how happy it makes me.
He’ll give me books for special occasions, listens as I describe each book in detail (he knows as much about romance novels as I do because I tell him EVERYTHING), can talk the talk when we spend time with other reading buddies but he doesn’t fully understand why I love reading romance novels.
All he knows is I love reading and it makes me happy and that’s enough for him.
What are you obsessed with?
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.