The countdown to the release day for Raw Desires continues!
I’m sharing the third scene from the first chapter this week.
You can read the first scene here:
http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=10449
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“That’s a ship.” She searched the skies. “The freighter with supplies isn’t scheduled to arrive for another forty-three planet rotations.”
That meant…
“Oh shit.” She holstered her gun, ran back inside her temporary home, grabbed the detonator, and dashed out the door.
The planet was smaller than some moons. The wreckage of the warship wasn’t located far away from her makeshift domicile.
But she was racing a ship, and she was admittedly shorter than the average human.
She ran as fast as she could toward the downed ship.
That was faster than she could’ve moved at the academy. Solar cycles of traversing the planet, burying bodies, and training for battle had increased her strength and her speed.
The approaching ship was also flying very slowly. That helped her greatly.
If it was a Humanoid Alliance vessel, and she would bet her only gun the enemy had returned, the crew was likely looking for survivors they could shoot.
They wouldn’t find anyone other than herself on the planet.
Their kind had killed everyone else.
For no fuckin’ reason.
Taytu’s jaw clenched.
Her people had been peace-loving beings. They had installed no defenses, wouldn’t have reacted to the invasion with violence.
Yet the Humanoid Alliance had chosen to obliterate the Abebans, not negotiate with them.
If the deities were just, she would soon obliterate some of them.
The incoming vessel didn’t speed up.
She arrived at the warship wreckage before they did.
The bombs had already been set around the site. She’d been liberal with the explosives, wanting to decimate as many of her foes as possible.
They were fast fuckers, however. She had to catch them off guard.
Taytu palmed the detonator, hiding the device in her hand. Three taps of her fingertips against the button, followed by one long press, would activate it.
She positioned herself behind one of the warship’s exterior panels. That would serve as a shield.
And she waited.
The engine noise grew louder. An artificial wind swept over her hiding place.
There was a loud thump. The rocks near her booted feet rattled. The noise of the engines stopped.
She braced herself, preparing for the confrontation and her impending death. The pain and her sacrifice would be worth it to avenge her loved ones.
A little bit of justice would be gained for baby Fana. And for her mom. And for the thousands of other Abebans who had wanted nothing more than happiness and harmony with the universe.
“Ours.” A female voice uttered that one word. “We retrieve the human also.”
Taytu hadn’t expected a female to be part of the recovery team. Cyborg warriors and Humanoid Alliance officers were all male. She peeked around the exterior panel.
The being leading the group did appear to be female. Her breasts were prominent, were the size of Taytu’s head.
The rest of the female was also huge. She was clad in black body armor, and she had the gray skin and energy-infused blue eyes of an early model cyborg.
Female cyborgs were rare. And they weren’t warriors. They were created for the Humanoid Alliance’s failed breeding program.
Taytu’s resolve faltered.
She could blow up the others. Her gaze shifted to the left and to the right. Those cyborgs were all males. They could’ve been some of the warriors who slaughtered her family.
But killing one of their females felt wrong.
Stars. It all felt wrong.
No. She quashed that thought. Killing the enemy wasn’t wrong. It was necessary.
Cyborgs were manufactured to end lifespans, to cause pain and death.
They’d killed sweet little Fana. Images of that tiny corpse filled Taytu’s thoughts. Her baby fingers had been tangled trustingly in her mother’s hair. She’d been so small, so innocent.
Ending a lifespan like that was wrong, horrifically wrong, yet it hadn’t stopped the enemy.
She had to stop them before they killed another innocent.
Her chin lifted.
She looked around the barrier again.
The female cyborg was wearing body armor, and she held guns in both of her hands. Beings of peace didn’t carry weapons.
Fuck it.
Taytu glared at the group. She was blowing them all up.
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Read the next scene (available February 13th) here:
http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=10455
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Raw Desires
His human female is attempting to kill him.
This cyborg finds that adorable.
Raw, a K model cyborg, is one of the lucky warriors who has located his genetic match. He hears his human female’s voice over the communication lines and immediately processes she is his.
Winning her affections will be a greater challenge. Battle has always been Raw’s focus. The rough-and-tough warrior has no idea how to engage anyone’s tender emotions.
Fortunately, he isn’t alone in the universe. His unmatched male friends help him craft a plan.
All Raw has to do is relay a few unsettlingly sweet words to his female and give her the thoroughly unfunctional wall decoration he has obtained. He projects she will then jump into his big, strong arms and beg him to claim her.
Taytu isn’t jumping anywhere. She has one mission—kill every cyborg in existence.
The huge, handsome male traveling to meet with her is her first target. His rough hands, firm lips, and sparkling, energy-infused eyes won’t save him from her vengeance. She has trained vigorously for this moment, and she won’t fail at her assigned task.
The cyborg will die.
Raw Desires is an enemies-to-lovers Cyborg SciFi Romance set in a dark, gritty, sometimes-violent universe.
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