Dark Thoughts – Next Stories

By Cynthia Sax on March 17, 2017

Dark Thoughts is merely the first standalone story in the Refuge series. I’m currently writing Orol’s story. The winged male might be Kralj’s second-in-command but he is all warrior. (bites fist)

Dark Sky should release in June.

There will be two other standalone stories in the series. Dark Strength will be the great green gatekeeper Balvan’s story. Dark Fire will be the silver Dracheon warrior Drake’s story.

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Can love redeem a monster?

The Refuge is home to some of the most violent beings in the universe. Kralj, its leader, reigns over the remote outpost with terrifying ease, ruthlessly squashing any rumors of rebellion, killing anyone who breaks his rules. Primitive, deadly, powerful, he’s a monster, scarred both on his face and his soul. He has never met a being he couldn’t control.

Until he meets her.

Dita has one mission—to kill the three targets claiming sanctuary within the Refuge. Or so she claims. For the first time in his long lifespan, Kralj isn’t certain of another being’s intentions. The tiny assassin is immune to his powers, her thoughts unreadable. He can’t predict her movements, can’t control her, can’t stop wanting her.

Dita is rare, as unique as he is, and, to keep the residents of the Refuge safe, Kralj will have to kill her. But first, he’ll touch her, taste her, show her how passionate the beast inside him can be.

Dark Thoughts is a STAND-ALONE SciFi Romance.
The hero might be tall, dark, and scarred but don’t be fooled by his appearance.
He’s truly a monster.
This story is not for readers with delicate sensibilities.

Order Now:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Thoughts-Refuge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01MRAABGC/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Thoughts-Refuge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01MRAABGC/

Apple/iBooks/iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dark-thoughts/id1200022597

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dark-thoughts-cynthia-sax/1125580992

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/dark-thoughts-3

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/699393

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Dark Thoughts – Third Scene

By Cynthia Sax on March 6, 2017

Dark Thoughts will be releasing on March 14th (it is available for pre-order now!).
I've been sharing scenes from the first chapter.

You can read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2017/02/20/dark-thoughts-first-scene/

This is the final scene in the first chapter.

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Kralj tried to push into her mind. There was nothing there. It was a huge empty chamber he couldn’t fill. He directed more of his power into that space. That would have hurt another being, would have brought even the largest, strongest warrior to his knees.

She appeared unaffected.

“There’s no reason to kill me.” The tiny female pulled her goggles down, hung them around her neck, revealing eyes as blue as the sky above them. “I’m not inside your precious Refuge and I haven’t broken any of your beloved rules.”

“Yet.” His tone was dry.

“Yet.” She walked toward him, her gait loose, her lack of concern for the danger he presented perversely turning him on. The female was fearless.

“You’re a threat.” He didn’t know why he was waiting to eliminate her. “Are you alone?”

“I’m always alone.” Sadness flitted across her beautiful face, a cloud passing over the sun. Then her smile returned. “How am I a threat to you?” She purred, her full pink lips vibrating with each word.

He wanted to capture that tender flesh between his teeth and pull.

“You’re a big strong male.” She drifted her gaze over his physique, her perusal as sensual as a caress, heating him to the bone. “I’m a small human female.”

“You are small.” Kralj surveyed her form as slowly, savoring her slight curves, her lean muscles, her upturned face. He was much taller than she was, the height differential forcing her into an excitingly submissive stance. “And you’re definitely female.” He longed to see her on her knees before him. “But are you human?” He bared his fangs, showing her he wasn’t one of her kind. “I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

“Don’t lie to me.” Her eyelids partially lowered, that physical acknowledgment of his dominance pleasing his primal nature. “You know what I’m thinking.”

She slid her tongue over her bottom lip, wetting her flesh.

He tracked the movement with his gaze, achingly aware of her, of the need to possess this female, to subdue her. His brain warned him she was dangerous. His body didn’t care. “What are you?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Kralj.”

He liked the way she said his name. He didn’t like that he didn’t know hers.

“I’m human.” She moved within his reach.

An intriguing vitality surrounded her, calling to him. He’d been alone for so long, solitary, emotionally isolated, unable to touch another being without causing damage, without killing.

“I was born with a brain telepaths can’t access.” She verified that exciting fact.

The powerful humanoid part of him couldn’t harm her. He’d never met a being like her.

“That’s why I was chosen.” She swirled her fingertips over her right shoulder, tracing the aligned sun moon planet embossed in her body covering.

It was the symbol of the Dark Veil, a guild of assassins. She was a monster as he was, trained to end lives, violent and soulless.

His desire for her escalated.

“What are you?” She smiled up at him.

“I’m not a mere telepath.” His psychic abilities exceeded any type of measurement. “I’m unlike anything you’ve ever encountered.”

She lifted her chin. “You don’t know what I’ve encountered.”

“You haven’t encountered any being like me.” Kralj was certain of that fact. “I’m the beast hunting you in your nightmares, the fear you feel in the dark, the prickling over the back of your neck when you think you’re alone.” He gazed down at her, fighting the urge to grab her, to sink his fangs into her pale neck. “I’m not a male you play with, little one.”

“My name is Dita. And who said I was playing?” She walked her fingertips across his chest, heedless of the danger she was in, oblivious to how close he was to taking her, tasting her. “You’re an attractive male.”

He wasn’t an attractive male. He was a scarred beast, as hideous on the inside as he was on the outside. She dared to taunt him and that angered him.

“You find this appealing?” Kralj leaned forward, dissipating the shadows partially concealing his face, forcing her to look at his scars.

The right side of his face horrified the staunchest of beings. The skin from his forehead to his chin was angry and red, twisted, stretched, permanently melted.

It would repel her. She’d drop the irritatingly effective seductress act.

He could then view her as merely another enemy, kill her if that was the best solution to the problem she presented. There would be no hesitation, no emotions clouding his judgment.

“Yes.” Dita reached up and touched his scarred cheek.

He flinched, surprised, shocked, stimulated beyond all reason. Although he was tempted, his inner alarms ringing a warning, he didn’t retreat, didn’t draw his face away from her hand. He stood his ground.

She inflicted more damage on his equilibrium, her fingers calloused yet gentle, fluttering over his skin. “I find this extremely appealing, handsome.”

There was no sarcasm in her voice, no mockery in her expressive blue eyes. Did she truly find him handsome?

No, she couldn’t. Kralj rejected that notion. He knew what he was, what she was. They were both monsters and monsters were heartless. She was manipulating him.

That realization didn’t stop him from wanting her. His cock pressed against the confines of his ass coverings. His shadow expanded, partially blocking the sun.

“You’re a good little liar.” He told her. She was too good for his piece of mind. “Is this your strategy—flatter the target, lull him into complacency before killing him?”

“I don’t lie and it would be my strategy.” Dita laughed softly, the sound making his balls ache. “If the target looked like you.”

She explored his face with her fingertips, wandering over the ridges, the hollows, handling his marred skin as though it were a priceless object, a treasure to be polished, cared for, cherished. Her beautiful countenance was soft.

He had never been touched like this. He stared at her, enthralled, his beast purring. She was so quiet, serene, her thoughts unreadable. Kralj pushed his cheek into her palms.

Then he realized what he was doing.

“No.” A surge of dark energy erupted from him, flinging his tiny opponent backward.

Dita yelped, her arms and legs flailing. Kralj resisted his beast’s demands to run, to catch her. She was the enemy and he allowed her to hit the sand.

She slid along a dune. Blood scented the air, her blood.

It smelled sweet. His mouth watered.

She was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever encountered and he wanted to eat her.

He was truly a monster.

A normal female would have been upset with his response. This one laughed, jumping to her booted feet. “You play hard to get, don’t you, handsome?” She brushed the sand off her body covering.

Kralj spotted streaks of red on her hands. “I don’t play. Ever.” He fought the urge to rush to her, to lick her palms. His beast pulled at his mental chains. “And I’m not handsome.”

“You are handsome.” The gaze she directed at him was torturously sensual. “We all have scars. Yours turn me on.”

She wasn’t lying. He smelled her arousal. The damn female was driving him wild.

If his restraint broke, if he lost himself in her, beings would die. He had to banish her from his territory. She was too dangerous. He couldn’t read her mind, couldn’t control her, and he was susceptible to her charms, didn’t behave rationally around her. “I want you to leave the area.”

She opened her lush mouth.

“Immediately.” The sand vibrated with the force of that word.

His powers didn’t scare his little assassin. “My targets—”

“Are not my problem.” Kralj lifted his right palm in warning. He would propel her out of his range if she protested. “I’m denying you access to the Refuge.”

“You could try.” Her beautiful eyes glittered with a challenge he fought to resist.

“I will succeed.” The alternative couldn’t be contemplated.

“No, you won’t.” Dita’s confidence called to him. She was everything he never knew he wanted. “The beast hunting me in my nightmares might be scary, Kralj, but I’m aware of him.” She looked at him, her gaze smoldering with sexuality, as hot as the sand under their booted feet. “I know how to evade him.”

He was as aware of her as she was of him. She’d awakened needs, hungers. Kralj flicked his tongue over his fangs, the darkness gripping him.

“I’ve been watching your precious Refuge for three planet rotations.” Dita’s lips curled into a smug smile. “If I want to enter it, I will.”

She turned and strolled away from him.

He watched her swaying hips, the proud straight line of her spine, the bounce of her brown curls against her nape.

His beast howled, wanting to follow her, track her, protect her.

She disappeared over a sand dune. Her scent faded and his beast calmed. The lust-induced fog in Kralj’s brain cleared, his rational thought reviving.

Dita was a threat to the Refuge, to his control. When she returned and she would return, he didn’t doubt that, he would have to deal with her.

He told himself he didn’t have a choice.

Rebellion was contagious. Kralj ruled over the dregs of the universe, beings with a proclivity for violence. He couldn’t allow insurgence to spread.

She would have to be subdued.

Permanently.

He’d hold her curves against his muscle, sink his fangs into her delicate neck. Her blood would fill his mouth as she squirmed against him, her pert ass brushing over his hard groin.

Fuck. Kralj stared in the direction she’d walked.

He wanted her.

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Can love redeem a monster?

The Refuge is home to some of the most violent beings in the universe. Kralj, its leader, reigns over the remote outpost with terrifying ease, ruthlessly squashing any rumors of rebellion, killing anyone who breaks his rules. Primitive, deadly, powerful, he’s a monster, scarred both on his face and his soul. He has never met a being he couldn’t control.

Until he meets her.

Dita has one mission—to kill the three targets claiming sanctuary within the Refuge. Or so she claims. For the first time in his long lifespan, Kralj isn’t certain of another being’s intentions. The tiny assassin is immune to his powers, her thoughts unreadable. He can’t predict her movements, can’t control her, can’t stop wanting her.

Dita is rare, as unique as he is, and, to keep the residents of the Refuge safe, Kralj will have to kill her. But first, he’ll touch her, taste her, show her how passionate the beast inside him can be.

Dark Thoughts is a STAND-ALONE SciFi Romance.
The hero might be tall, dark, and scarred but don’t be fooled by his appearance.
He’s truly a monster.
This story is not for readers with delicate sensibilities.

Pre-order Now:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Thoughts-Refuge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01MRAABGC/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Thoughts-Refuge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01MRAABGC/

Apple/iBooks/iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dark-thoughts/id1200022597

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Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/dark-thoughts-3

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/699393

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Dark Thoughts, Modified Humanoids And Nanohumanics

By Cynthia Sax on March 1, 2017

The Humanoid Alliance (I always get a kick out of their name because that was a PR stunt, a way to make humanoids feel like they are included. The Humanoid Alliance leadership hates all humanoids.) developed the cyborgs, half man, half machine warriors to fight their battles for them.

Cyborgs, of course, weren’t the first genetically enhanced humanoids they developed. The Humanoid Alliance also spliced human genes with genes of creatures, both Earth-based and alien. They experimented with telepathy and telekinesis. They expanded the power of the mind. They created (impractically) huge beings.

These projects were eventually ended. The Humanoid Alliance believed that the machine-like cyborgs could be more easily controlled. Many of the modified humanoids (looks at Kralj from Dark Thoughts) are a bit wild.

However, some knowledge from these earlier experiments was used with the cyborg project. Science has and always will build on the past. For example, nanohumanics, the ability for cells to repair themselves, were tweaked to create the cyborgs’ nanocybotics. Nanocybotics are more sophisticated but both allow the manufactured being to live possibly forever.

I’m excited to tell the stories of three modified humanoids during the four story Refuge series (the fourth hero, the silver Dracheon warrior, is an alien warrior – he earned his place on Kralj’s team).

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Can love redeem a monster?

The Refuge is home to some of the most violent beings in the universe. Kralj, its leader, reigns over the remote outpost with terrifying ease, ruthlessly squashing any rumors of rebellion, killing anyone who breaks his rules. Primitive, deadly, powerful, he’s a monster, scarred both on his face and his soul. He has never met a being he couldn’t control.

Until he meets her.

Dita has one mission—to kill the three targets claiming sanctuary within the Refuge. Or so she claims. For the first time in his long lifespan, Kralj isn’t certain of another being’s intentions. The tiny assassin is immune to his powers, her thoughts unreadable. He can’t predict her movements, can’t control her, can’t stop wanting her.

Dita is rare, as unique as he is, and, to keep the residents of the Refuge safe, Kralj will have to kill her. But first, he’ll touch her, taste her, show her how passionate the beast inside him can be.

Dark Thoughts is a STAND-ALONE SciFi Romance.
The hero might be tall, dark, and scarred but don’t be fooled by his appearance.
He’s truly a monster.
This story is not for readers with delicate sensibilities.

Pre-order Now:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Thoughts-Refuge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01MRAABGC/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Thoughts-Refuge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01MRAABGC/

Apple/iBooks/iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dark-thoughts/id1200022597

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dark-thoughts-cynthia-sax/1125580992

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/dark-thoughts-3

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/699393

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Dark Thoughts – Second Scene

By Cynthia Sax on February 27, 2017

Dark Thoughts will be releasing on March 14th (it is available for pre-order now!).
I'm sharing the first chapter over the next few weeks.

You can read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2017/02/20/dark-thoughts-first-scene/

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Kralj reached the front gates. They were open. A small group of settlers streamed into the Refuge, entering in the order deemed by Zeb, their leader. He was first. The males were second, the children next and the females last. They were dressed in baggy gray flight suits, their noses wrinkled with distaste, their judgments of the residents and of himself, its Ruler, harsh and unforgiving.

“We must be vigilant.” Although Zeb’s frame was lean, his voice was strong. “We will be surrounded by the wicked and their tools. But we will not touch them. Weapons serve only one master—violence.”

Zeb knew all about the wicked, having been one himself. A former soldier, he had become addicted to the bloodshed, glorying in the killing. Now, the self-righteous hypocrite shunned weapons, blaming them for his weaknesses.

“Violence leads to evil and evil leads to an afterlife of nothingness.” His followers, unaware of their leader’s background, recited. “We will not be tempted.”

Newly arrived on the planet, they had come to the Refuge, a place they regarded as the bastion of evil, to source supplies for their journey.

If they left with all of their limbs, they’d be fortunate.

Kralj pressed his lips together. As long as they obeyed his rules, that was none of his concern.

The last of the settlers, Azalea, a young orphaned female, barely grown, staggered past him, her face pale with exhaustion. The front gates began to close.

The motion pushed a wave of air toward Kralj. On that manufactured breeze was a fragrance, light, delectably feminine, absolutely mouthwatering.

Mate, his beast growled, pressing against his restraints.

She was no mate. Kralj dismissed that ludicrous declaration. The unknown female wasn’t a Beta Taurian Shadow Beast. He’d sense that.

But the aroma had originated outside the settlement’s walls. No other beings had approval to enter.

His curiosity piqued and his beast agitated, he pushed the gates wide open and walked through them, following the scent.

He’s leaving? Orol’s thoughts expressed his surprise.

The reaction was warranted. Kralj only exited the Refuge to impale bodies on the spikes around the walls. That grisly display served as warnings to newcomers of what would happen to them if they broke the rules.

Leaving the settlement compromised its security. The farther he ventured to one side of the Refuge, the less mental coverage the other side had.

Shit. The boss is here. Balvan, the modified humanoid he’d stationed at the gates, was just as shocked by his presence. This can’t be good.

The green giant stood with his legs braced apart and his huge arms crossed. He used his immense size to intimidate others, to guard the entrance.

“Kralj, sir.” Balvan nodded.

“Where is the female?” Kralj gazed out at the white sand dunes. The Refuge was situated in the flat barren wastelands, far from being-concealing rock formations.

There was no sign of their guest.

“Female, sir?” Balvan’s forehead furrowed. “There’s no female.”

Couldn’t he smell her? Kralj took another deep breath of the arid air and his body tightened, his beast rumbling with happiness.

“There is a female.” The aroma was faint but she was out there.

He drew more and more of her scent into his lungs, trying to pinpoint its origins.

“She must be hidden in the sand dunes.” Kralj, for once in his long lifespan, wasn’t certain. He didn’t sense her thoughts. All of the mental noise was beside him, behind him.

Orol scanned the sands. “I don’t see anyone.” He turned to Balvan. “Do you see her?”

“No.” The gatekeeper frowned.

His team offered no assistance. Kralj closed his eyes and focused on the sounds around him.

Balvan and Orol breathed deeply, out of sync with each other. A lighter wisp of a breath, originating from the far right of him, lagged Balvan’s inhalations.

Barely.

The timing of her inhalations and exhalations had to be deliberate. They couldn’t be a coincidence. She was consciously breathing in time with the male.

Kralj stiffened. “She’s watching us.” The mysterious female was a threat.

“Who is watching us?” Frustration edged Orol’s voice. “And where is she?”

“I don’t know.” Kralj was forced to admit. How could the female have no thoughts? She wasn’t a machine. He could sense and hack into processors and other simulated brains. Her breathing, her tantalizing scent meant she was, at the minimum, partially organic. Even the simplest of creatures had some brain activity.

“You don’t know?” Balvan’s bushy eyebrows lifted.

Kralj gritted his teeth. He normally knew everything, controlled everything. “I’ll find out who she is.” He’d scare her away from his territory.

“Because you don’t know.” Both of the males stared at him.

“Orol, assess the situation from the air,” he commanded. “Balvan, no one gets past you, understand?”

Balvan’s bald head dipped, his expression grave.

It was a serious situation. Kralj had no idea what he was dealing with.

He turned right, stalking between the wall and the pikes he’d erected. The scent strengthened, strengthened, strengthened, then weakened. He took a couple of steps backward. There. It was at its strongest at that point.

Kralj still couldn’t spot her. He’d have to flush her out.

Bracing himself, he sent a blast of energy forward. Sand flew through the air, the wall of granules briefly blocking the sun’s rays, throwing the area into temporary darkness.

That demonstration of his power would have caused many seasoned warriors to flee. The female gasped but didn’t move, remaining concealed.

Who or what was she?

Mate. His beast paced, anxious to meet her, touch her, claim her.

Prey, he corrected. She was dangerous.

“Show yourself,” Kralj boomed, using the universal language, impatient for answers. His lack of knowledge made him uncomfortable, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in many, many solar cycles. “I know you’re there.”

“Do you?” Her voice was as arousing as her scent, hardening his cock. “Was it my breathing? I was distracted by your broad shoulders.”

“It wasn’t your breathing.” Kralj gazed in her direction.

It wasn’t easy to locate his opponent. She had concealed her body with a layer of sand, her goggle-covered eyes barely visible. The female had skills.

And she planned to use them against him. If her intentions were peaceful, she wouldn’t be hiding. “I should kill you now.”

“But you won’t.” The female stood, dusting the sand off her head and shoulders.

A riot of short curls framed an impish face. A black body covering encased her slender form, clinging like a second skin to firm breasts, a toned waist, curvy hips. Daggers were strapped to her chest, thighs, and arms. Guns filled the holsters at her hips. She was tiny but only a fool would discount her.

Kralj recognized her for what she was—a fellow killer.

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Read the next scene (available March 6th) here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2017/03/06/dark-thoughts-third-scen/

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Can love redeem a monster?

The Refuge is home to some of the most violent beings in the universe. Kralj, its leader, reigns over the remote outpost with terrifying ease, ruthlessly squashing any rumors of rebellion, killing anyone who breaks his rules. Primitive, deadly, powerful, he’s a monster, scarred both on his face and his soul. He has never met a being he couldn’t control.

Until he meets her.

Dita has one mission—to kill the three targets claiming sanctuary within the Refuge. Or so she claims. For the first time in his long lifespan, Kralj isn’t certain of another being’s intentions. The tiny assassin is immune to his powers, her thoughts unreadable. He can’t predict her movements, can’t control her, can’t stop wanting her.

Dita is rare, as unique as he is, and, to keep the residents of the Refuge safe, Kralj will have to kill her. But first, he’ll touch her, taste her, show her how passionate the beast inside him can be.

Dark Thoughts is a STAND-ALONE SciFi Romance.
The hero might be tall, dark, and scarred but don’t be fooled by his appearance.
He’s truly a monster.
This story is not for readers with delicate sensibilities.

Pre-order Now:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Thoughts-Refuge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01MRAABGC/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Thoughts-Refuge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01MRAABGC/

Apple/iBooks/iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dark-thoughts/id1200022597

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dark-thoughts-cynthia-sax/1125580992

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/dark-thoughts-3

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/699393

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Dark Thoughts – The Meaning Of The Names

By Cynthia Sax on February 22, 2017

I believe names are very important. I put quite a bit of thought into characters’ names, ensuring they reflect the being. The names in my March release, Dark Thoughts, are no exception.

Kralj, the scarred mind-reading hero, is the Ruler of the Refuge, the settlement he built and now controls. His name means ‘King’ in Croatian.

That is exactly how he rules. He listens to everyone (whether he wants to or not – he hears every thought within the Refuge) and then he makes decisions solo. There’s no committee. There’s no debate over the right decision. It is his way or nothing.

Until he meets Dita, the heroine.

Dita is his pint-sized equal (they’re not the same but they are equal). Her name means ‘Spoils Of War’ in many different languages, which is fitting because she’s an assassin. Her profession is violence.

I also loved the sounds of their names. Kralj’s name is growly and rough. He’s half beast and is very growly and rough. Dita’s name is as short as she is (grins). It is feminine yet strong, just like she is.

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Can love redeem a monster?

The Refuge is home to some of the most violent beings in the universe. Kralj, its leader, reigns over the remote outpost with terrifying ease, ruthlessly squashing any rumors of rebellion, killing anyone who breaks his rules. Primitive, deadly, powerful, he’s a monster, scarred both on his face and his soul. He has never met a being he couldn’t control.

Until he meets her.

Dita has one mission—to kill the three targets claiming sanctuary within the Refuge. Or so she claims. For the first time in his long lifespan, Kralj isn’t certain of another being’s intentions. The tiny assassin is immune to his powers, her thoughts unreadable. He can’t predict her movements, can’t control her, can’t stop wanting her.

Dita is rare, as unique as he is, and, to keep the residents of the Refuge safe, Kralj will have to kill her. But first, he’ll touch her, taste her, show her how passionate the beast inside him can be.

Dark Thoughts is a STAND-ALONE SciFi Romance.
The hero might be tall, dark, and scarred but don’t be fooled by his appearance.
He’s truly a monster.
This story is not for readers with delicate sensibilities.

Pre-order Now:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Thoughts-Refuge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01MRAABGC/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Thoughts-Refuge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01MRAABGC/

Apple/iBooks/iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dark-thoughts/id1200022597

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dark-thoughts-cynthia-sax/1125580992

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/dark-thoughts-3

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/699393

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Dark Thoughts – First Scene

By Cynthia Sax on February 20, 2017

Dark Thoughts will be releasing on March 14th (it is available for pre-order now!).
If you've read my cyborg series, you met Kralj, the scarred mind reading leader of the Refuge, in Chasing Mayhem. Dark Thoughts, however, is a standalone. You don't need to read Chasing Mayhem to enjoy Dark Thoughts.

This is the first of four standalone stories in the Refuge series.

Over the next three weeks, I’ll be sharing the first chapter of Dark Thoughts. This is the first scene.

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Chapter One

Kralj was one of the most powerful beings in the universe.

The part of him that was Beta Taurian Shadow Beast terrified others. It was savage and vicious, his beast hungering for blood even now, yearning to hunt, to rip out throats, to feast on flesh.

But it was his humanoid half that was truly monstrous. His brain had been enhanced, genetically crafted into a weapon without equal. He could decimate an entire settlement with one errant thought, had never met a foe he couldn’t defeat.

No cage could contain him. No entity could influence him.

The Humanoid Alliance, his makers, had tried.

When ordered to breed, to produce another monster like himself, he’d refused, escaping his self-imposed prison. He’d freed some of the other less powerful modified humanoids, tried to save too many of the warriors and had paid a steep price for that arrogance.

Kralj ran his fingers over the scarred side of his face.

Once liberated, he had settled on Carinae E, a remote planet, with a select few warriors. He’d built the Refuge, erecting high walls, keeping others out and himself inside. For many human lifespans, he hadn’t left that territory, ruling the settlement, monitoring every thought, every activity, setting the rules and enforcing them.

He had total control over the residents, over his beast, and over his more dangerous humanoid half. None of the Carinae E locals had seen the full extent of his powers, and if he had his way, they never would.

That arrangement didn’t make him happy. Kralj doubted he could still feel that emotion. But he was content and the residents were safe.

That was enough.

Or so he told himself.

He pushed his private chambers’ ancient swinging doors open with his mind and stepped into the main chamber. The beverage outlet, situated in the exact center of the settlement, doubled as his domicile.

The public chamber was filled with beings. The patrons were mostly male, primarily humanoid, outcasts from a multitude of planets, a variety of species as colorful as their pasts. They sat along the long serving center he’d had installed and around square horizontal supports scattered throughout the main chamber.

Many of the beings had containers of fermented beverages in their hands, having traded credits for the refreshments. Others played the games, gambling more of their ill-gotten gains, giving him a cut of the winnings.

Working females in various stages of undress tried to entice some of the males into breeding with them, sitting on laps, grinding into groins. Kralj received a portion of their earnings also. The majority of the credits were utilized to protect the residents, ensuring every being had its basic needs met.

He oversaw everything. The other beings respected and feared him, moving as he neared, giving him a wide berth.

Their thoughts, however, rolled over him. There was no escaping them.

He’s a scarred scary bastard. Sari, an older breeding female, smiled at him, her artificial breasts nearly bare. But he’s the only being in this damn settlement who has the ability to kill me and I’m tired, so tired of the guilt. Every time a female dies, it returns.

Kralj knew about guilt. He carried that burden with him everywhere. And fucking him would kill her. If he lost control, everyone in the settlement would die.

But his beast wasn’t interested in her. Beta Taurian Shadow Beasts mated for their lifespans. Being only half beast, it was unlikely he had a mate.

He was destined to remain alone, untouched.

A short, round male narrowed his eyes at his opponent. He’s cheating. He must be.

The other being wasn’t cheating. The short, round male was merely unlucky.

Kralj continued to walk.

Would anyone notice if I ate my nasal drippings?

Stars. I miss my female.

This will be my last mission.

The thoughts weren’t restricted to the domicile. He heard everything flashing through the brain of anyone located within his mental reach, a radius large enough to encompass the entire settlement and a wide perimeter around it.

Kralj knew before stepping outside the structure that Orol, his second-in-command, was waiting for him, rather impatiently. The skies were clear and the winged male would rather be flying.

“Kralj, sir.” Orol fell in step beside him. They’d been stationed in the same Humanoid Alliance compound, had fought together before escaping.

The modified humanoid had earned his trust. He was a skilled warrior, had unique abilities of his own, and he never questioned Kralj’s authority.

“The perimeter is secure.” Orol ran though the constant security checks, reporting information Kralj already had.

They strolled through the settlement.

A container merchant haggled with a customer. He’d already reached a profitable price but greedily wanted more credits.

A female slapped her mate’s face. She thought he’d fucked her friend. He hadn’t. He’d fucked her younger sister.

“Kralj, sir.” A wiry, greasy-haired male called to him. He was being held down by a larger male, his face pressed against a horizontal support, his arm extended and restrained. Another male held a sword above his wrist. “I didn’t do it. Tell them I didn’t do it.”

The male told the truth. He hadn’t committed that offense but he was guilty of more serious ones.

Kralj ignored the male’s pleas. As long as they didn’t kill him, he wouldn’t intervene.

The male with the sword drove the blade downward, slicing off the accused’s hand. Blood spurted, painting the white stone pathway crimson. The accused shrieked.

Kralj didn’t stop walking. His long coat swirled around his booted feet. He followed the same route he always did. The sun blazed downward but he didn’t feel the heat, his face shrouded in constant shadow.

He chose who saw him, controlling that as he controlled everything else.

Almost everything else.

“Hulagu.” He turned and glared at a spot behind Orol. “What did I tell you?”

The air rippled and a young Chamele male appeared. Chameles had the ability to blend into their surroundings. They couldn’t conceal their thoughts, however. “You told me not to follow you.” The boy hung his head. “But—”

“There are no buts.” Kralj roared.

Containers rattled. Residents squeaked with alarm, running from the confrontation.

“While you’re in the Refuge, you will obey and respect me.”

The Chameles had assigned the boy to the Refuge as part of his off-planet training, a survive-or-die tactic. They planned to return for him at the end of the solar cycle, which was soon but not soon enough for Kralj’s liking.

The boy had caused trouble since the first planet rotation he’d arrived.

“I respect you, sir,” Hulagu mumbled, looking at his feet. They were large and bare. The boy was almost as tall as Kralj, his shoulders as wide but he hadn’t yet gained the massive muscle of his kind. His form was merely a frame, to be filled out later. “I want to learn from you, to be part of your team. If you train me—”

“I’m not training you.” The last being Kralj had trained had left the Refuge, never to return. He wouldn’t waste his time on another being. “And you’ll never be part of the team.” His team was set. He wasn’t changing it.

“Oh.” Hulagu deflated even more. He doesn’t think I’m good enough and he’s likely right. My friends were placed on more hospitable planets. I got stuck here and—

“Your tread is too noisy. Even a human can hear you.” Kralj didn’t know why he was giving the boy advice. It wasn’t his responsibility. “Walk with your weight farther forward.”

“Yes, sir.” Hulagu’s head lifted, his face brightening. He’s training me.

“I’m not training you.” Kralj strode away, disgusted with himself. The boy would be impossible to dissuade now.

Orol followed him, grinning. Looks like our Ruler has found himself another protégé.

“He’s not my protégé.” Any warrior would have relayed that advice. It meant nothing.

That’s what he said about the last one too.

Kralj ignored his second-in-command’s thoughts. Orol had the mistaken belief his leader had what the humans called a heart. Yes, the organ in his chest beat. It pumped blood. But seemingly endless human lifespans of violence had dissolved any kindness in him.

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Can love redeem a monster?

The Refuge is home to some of the most violent beings in the universe. Kralj, its leader, reigns over the remote outpost with terrifying ease, ruthlessly squashing any rumors of rebellion, killing anyone who breaks his rules. Primitive, deadly, powerful, he’s a monster, scarred both on his face and his soul. He has never met a being he couldn’t control.

Until he meets her.

Dita has one mission—to kill the three targets claiming sanctuary within the Refuge. Or so she claims. For the first time in his long lifespan, Kralj isn’t certain of another being’s intentions. The tiny assassin is immune to his powers, her thoughts unreadable. He can’t predict her movements, can’t control her, can’t stop wanting her.

Dita is rare, as unique as he is, and, to keep the residents of the Refuge safe, Kralj will have to kill her. But first, he’ll touch her, taste her, show her how passionate the beast inside him can be.

Dark Thoughts is a STAND-ALONE SciFi Romance.
The hero might be tall, dark, and scarred but don’t be fooled by his appearance.
He’s truly a monster.
This story is not for readers with delicate sensibilities.

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Hers To Command, Cyborg Rebellion, And Sidequels

By Cynthia Sax on February 8, 2017

The big event in Hers To Command, the cyborg story releasing in February, is the mass cyborg rebellion. Yes, it is finally happening! I’m super excited about this!

Our fearless heroine and her two cyborg warriors are in command of a battle station. Their part in this rebellion will be mostly restricted to space. I had fun writing some awesome ship versus ship confrontations. The Commander has a head for strategy and a unique fighting style. It was interesting uncovering how she’d counter the Humanoid Alliance’s moves.

The battles in space, seen from the human rebel’s battle station, are merely one small slice of the total rebellion, however. There are cyborgs in ships under the control of the Humanoid Alliance, cyborgs on planets, in compounds and in the midst of other battles, innocent humans and humanoids on those planets, and don’t forget about the Retrievers. They’re angry and want revenge also (Imee, from Chasing Mayhem, is hunting the Humanoid Alliance Commander responsible for capturing her family).

I couldn’t show all of this action in one story. Instead, I’ll be writing sidequels, parallel stories set over the same time frame, to show the rebellion from different angles. I have at least three sidequels planned. Ghost’s story will be releasing in May. These stories will all be able to be read on their own.

THIS is what I’ve been building up to and I’m so thrilled to be able to share the action with you. The cyborgs will have the satisfaction of confronting their manufacturers at last!

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Three Battered Hearts. One Perfect Love

Ace and Thrasher share a special bond. They’ve never acknowledged that connection and have never fully acted on it. The Humanoid Alliance kill cyborg males like them, deeming the warriors to be defective. Now that Ace and Thrasher have escaped, they don’t trust the cyborg council and their brethren to react any differently. Physical love is too risky for them to consider.

Until they meet her.

Carys is the Commander of a Rebel Battle Station. She has dedicated her lifespan to seeking vengeance against the Humanoid Alliance and the cyborgs who killed her daughter. On her battle station, she makes the rules, and if she wants to kiss, touch, and pleasure two mysterious warriors, she will. Nothing, not even enemy warships and a mass cyborg rebellion, can stop her.

In the midst of a war, enemies can become lovers and loyalties can change in a moment. Can a forbidden relationship between two cautious cyborgs and one unbending human Commander survive?

Hers To Command is Book 8 in the Cyborg Sizzle series.
Due to the number of returning characters in this story, you’ll enjoy Hers To Command more if you’ve read the other stories first.
This is a MMF BBW Cyborg SciFi Romance.

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Hers To Command – Fourth Scene

By Cynthia Sax on February 6, 2017

Hers To Command, the next story in the cyborg series, is releasing February 14th (Valentine’s Day). It is available for pre-order now.

This week, I’ll be sharing the final scene in the first chapter.

You can read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2017/01/16/hers-to-command-first-scene/

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“My nipples, Thrasher. I need your lips, your hands on them.” She told him exactly what she wanted, reveling in her fantasy, in the freedom to be herself.

With real males, she tempered her need to give orders. Few males wanted to fuck a commander, a take-charge female. She normally suppressed her natural tendencies and gave them the sex partner they yearned for.

With her dream males, she allowed her true personality to shine. Her commands weren’t a turnoff for them. The orders stimulated the males, the bulges in their body armor growing more pronounced.

Thrasher fastened his lips around her right nipple and rubbed a palm over her left, his skin rough. She moaned into the other male’s mouth. The dual assault was exquisite.

But it could be even better.

“You.” She met the brown-eyed male’s gaze.

“Ace.” He supplied his name. It was as bizarre as his friend’s.

“You can call him ass.” Thrasher grinned at him, looking adorably naughty. “I do.”

“Don’t listen to him.” Ace rolled his eyes. He was the more serious of the two. “I don’t.”

“Listen to me, males.” This was her fantasy and she wanted action, not talking. “Thrasher, suck on my breast. Ace, play with my pussy.”

“Yes, our female.” They replied in unison.

“Stop with the ‘our female’ business.” Carys didn’t understand why her dream males would refer to her by that possessive term. She prided herself on her independence, had never relied on any being, not even Pimmy’s father. “I’m a being, not a possession. You don’t own me.”

Ace and Thrasher exchanged glances, appearing perplexed. There was a stretch of awkward silence. Then Thrasher started to laugh.

“Suck on my breast.” She slapped his body armor-covered chest, relishing how firm, how hard he was. “I gave you an order, warrior.”

“Yes, Commander.” Thrasher bent his head and sucked her sensitive nipple into his smiling mouth.

Sweet space. Her eyelashes fluttered. The bubbling resembled hundreds of lips plucking at her skin, seducing her, adoring her, wanting her.

Ace glided one of his palms along her rounded stomach, over her hairless mons. His fingertips dipped into her wetness and she moaned.

“I have you, Commander.” He kissed her deeply while he stroked her feminine folds, teased her clit with his thumb.

“Yes,” she murmured into his mouth. The male knew how to work a pussy. And his companion was no slouch at sucking breasts. Carys clasped Ace’s shoulder with one hand, Thrasher’s shoulder with the other, holding onto both of them.

Ace pushed one, then two, then three fingers into her pussy, stretching her open, filling her. She pumped her hips, fucking his hand. Sweat dripped between her breasts. Her body hummed.

She needed this erotic dream. She hadn’t realized how much until now.

Desire wrapped around her, pushing the air from her lungs. She panted, undulating, moving against Ace’s palm, into Thrasher’s mouth, increasing the pressure and relenting.

Ace drove his fingers into her. Thrasher nibbled on and tweaked her nipples.

Her wanting became unbearable, an ache screaming to be appeased. She wiggled her ass, silenced by Ace’s lips, yet needing more.

Words weren’t required. They were her dream males. They realized what she required and they gave it to her.

Thrasher bit her nipple and Ace smacked the heel of his hand against her clit, the twin twinges of pain shattering her renowned control.

Carys broke, screaming her fulfillment down Ace’s throat, abandoning all restraint, losing herself in the experience. Her pussy clenched around his fingers. Lights flashed and dimmed, flashed and dimmed. Pleasure radiated from her core.

She twisted, trembled, collapsed. The tension in her shoulders and neck dissipated. Her arms fell to her sides, her limbs limp, useless.

Thrasher laved her breast with his tongue, easing the sting of his bite. Fizzing covered her and the redness eased. The wound healed instantly, as often happened in dreams.

Ace withdrew his fingers. His skin glistened with wetness. He sucked on one finger, taking it into his mouth up to the knuckle.

“Mmm…” His eyelids lowered, the expression on his handsome face sublime. “Try this.”

He held his hand out to Thrasher.

Thrasher slid his lips along two of his friend’s fingers. Their gazes met and Carys quivered, the heat in their eyes melting her insides. They were more than friends, wanted each other as they wanted her.

Would they strip their body armor off and fuck as she watched? Another female might grow jealous, might resent being excluded. Not Carys. The thought of her two males enjoying each other turned her on.

“I love this fantasy.” Her voice was drowsy. She struggled to keep her eyes open.

Even in her dreams, she was exhausted, bone weary.

“Rest, little female.” Ace kissed her forehead, the act tender, sweet, loving, another thing she didn’t realize until now that she needed.

Thrasher did the same. “We have a mission to complete, but we’ll be back for you soon.”

They would return. This dream had been so good; she was certain she’d have it again. “Will you be naked next time?”

She’d like to see all of them. Carys suspected their bodies would be as perfect as their faces.

Thrasher chuckled, his mirth rolling over her, shaking the sleeping support.

Ace smiled. Gold specks glittered in his dark eyes, his amusement more restrained. “We’ll be naked. We vow.”

“I’m holding you to that vow.” She looked at Ace and then at Thrasher, committing their features, their unique personalities to memory, wanting to experience the same characters during the next rest cycle encounter. “I don’t want any other males to visit me.”

Their eyes hardened. “No other males would dare.” Their tones rang with a primitive possessiveness she normally found appalling.

In this moment, she found it fitting. She was sated and satisfied with her two warriors and didn’t want another being to touch her.

“No other males will visit me. I promise.” She yawned, not bothering to cover her mouth, knowing the males she’d created in her mind wouldn’t be offended.

“Sleep.” Thrasher covered her with the concealing cloth. Ace brushed a strand of her hair away from her face.

Carys gazed at them one more time before closing her eyes.

Darkness swept over her, taking her as her warriors had, with no hesitation.

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Hers To Command will be releasing next week! As with many of the cyborg stories, there will be spoilers posted. You might want to consider pre-ordering the story so you don’t accidentally see these spoilers. (That’s what I do with my fave writers’ books.)

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Three Battered Hearts. One Perfect Love

Ace and Thrasher share a special bond. They’ve never acknowledged that connection and have never fully acted on it. The Humanoid Alliance kill cyborg males like them, deeming the warriors to be defective. Now that Ace and Thrasher have escaped, they don’t trust the cyborg council and their brethren to react any differently. Physical love is too risky for them to consider.

Until they meet her.

Carys is the Commander of a Rebel Battle Station. She has dedicated her lifespan to seeking vengeance against the Humanoid Alliance and the cyborgs who killed her daughter. On her battle station, she makes the rules, and if she wants to kiss, touch, and pleasure two mysterious warriors, she will. Nothing, not even enemy warships and a mass cyborg rebellion, can stop her.

In the midst of a war, enemies can become lovers and loyalties can change in a moment. Can a forbidden relationship between two cautious cyborgs and one unbending human Commander survive?

Hers To Command is Book 8 in the Cyborg Sizzle series.
Due to the number of returning characters in this story, you’ll enjoy Hers To Command more if you’ve read the other stories first.
This is a MMF BBW Cyborg SciFi Romance.

Pre-order Now:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Hers-Command-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01N0I7X49/

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Hers To Command – Third Scene

By Cynthia Sax on January 30, 2017

Hers To Command, the next story in the cyborg series, is releasing February 14th (Valentine’s Day). It is available for pre-order now.

This week, I’ll be sharing the third scene in the first chapter.

You can read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2017/01/16/hers-to-command-first-scene/

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She’d once had a healthy sex drive. Carys sat naked on the edge of the sleeping support. And she’d been careless, wild. That was how she’d ended up pregnant at eighteen solar cycles.

“That wasn’t a mistake.” She opened a projectile-proof container, withdrew a tiny cloth square. “You weren’t a mistake. You were a gift.”

She unwrapped the pair of tiny boots from the protective fabric, lifted the footwear closer to her face, inhaled deeply. Pimmy’s baby scent lingered on the leather. “I wanted you.”

Her daughter’s brown curls had bounced against her round cheeks as she ran after Carys that last planet rotation, half a lifetime ago. “Mommy. Mommy. I go with you.” She’d reached out her chubby arms.

Carys, angry with Pimmy’s father, hadn’t taken her. If she had, Pimmy might still be alive. Her daughter wouldn’t have died in the Humanoid Alliance attack, killed by emotionless cyborgs. Carys’ lips flattened. Machines had coldly executed her baby.

“There won’t be a planet rotation that passes that I won’t think of you.” Carys vowed. “You will always have a piece of my heart.”

She bowed her head, resting it against the tiny pair of boots. The toes were slightly scuffed, the leather rough against her chin. Her rambunctious daughter would kick empty containers, enjoying the ringing sound that action made.

Pimmy was why Carys fought, why she had to continue fighting. She’d joined the rebellion immediately after her daughter’s death.

“You are strong. You are intelligent. You are loved.” Carys kissed the boots, wrapped them in the cloth square, set the makeshift package back in the container and closed the lid.

There were no images of Pimmy in the chamber. They weren’t needed. She saw her daughter every time she dreamed.

Carys relived that last planet rotation over and over again. Her grief might be old, but it was fresh, the pain cutting into her every rest cycle.

She curled up on the sleeping support, drew a concealing cloth over her naked body, closed her eyes, and searched the blackness for her baby’s face.

* * *

“We should wake her,” a male rumbled.

“Slow your processors, ass,” a different male with an even deeper voice replied. “Our female needs this rest cycle. Look at her.”

“I can’t look away.” A calloused finger caressed her cheek and Carys murmured, pressing her face against the warmth, the contact heating her all over. “She has silver in her hair. None of the other females had silver in their hair.”

She must be dreaming. Carys smiled ruefully, part of her wishing she wasn’t. Only fantasy males would be enchanted with gray hair.

And no beings could enter her chambers uninvited. She had the sole authority to open the doors. She’d have to settle for an imaginary rendezvous with her warriors.

The concealing cloth lifted. Cool air swept over her, tightening her nipples.

“She has markings on her breasts, stomach, upper thighs.”

Yes, this was a dream. The male sounded as though he admired her stretch marks.

“And her curves are lush, enough for two warriors.”

They liked larger females. She glowed, feeling beautiful. This was the best sexual fantasy she’d ever had.

“We shouldn’t uncover her without her permission.” Skin slapped against skin. The concealing cloth lowered once more. “Human females are accustomed to privacy.”

Carys opened her eyes and gazed up at the brown-eyed warrior from the corridor, not surprised they were the males her mind had fabricated. “You have my permission.”

“Frag yes.” The blue-eyed male didn’t hesitate, pulling the concealing cloth off her body. “You’re stunning, my female.”

“Our female,” the brown-eyed male corrected.

They gazed at her with a pussy-clenching lust, their expressions reinforcing their words. Her fantasy warriors did believe she was stunning.

Carys shamelessly allowed them to survey her naked body. Two young, fit males were looking at her. That turned her on.

They remained clad in their tight body armor. Her brain must have been too exhausted to envision them nude. She did have the energy to imagine long, thick ridges in that body armor.

They were big all over. Carys skimmed her tongue over her bottom lip. She liked that.

The blue-eyed male groaned. “I need you, our female.” He captured her face between his big palms and covered her mouth with his.

She gasped. He pushed his tongue inside her. Flesh slid over flesh. A peculiar bubbling sensation spread over her, the fizzing and popping exciting her.

She clutched his body armor-clad shoulders, holding onto him. He tasted like metal, male, and desire.

“My turn, Thrasher.” The brown-eyed male turned her face toward him and claimed her lips. His fingers framed her jaw, his clasp on her light, yet sure.

When the blue-eyed male, the male her brain had bizarrely named Thrasher, had kissed her, it had been breath-catchingly savage. He had surged forward, his rhythm sporadic and wild.

His friend was more methodical, more restrained, leisurely exploring her mouth, learning the shape, the feel of her, what she liked, and what she didn’t. The taste of him was the same, as was the bubbling, the fizzing intensifying.

Thrasher plundered other areas of her. He dragged his lips down her neck, across her collarbone. Carys arched her back, needing his hot mouth on her curves.

Her dream male didn’t hesitate, mouthing over her right breast, cupping her left with one of his hands. As his friend ravished her lips, sucking on her tongue, he tugged on her skin and released, tugged and released.

She had two young males adoring her. They were fully clothed, not expecting or needing their own sexual fulfillment. The focus was on her, her body, her pleasure.

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Read the next scene here (available February 6th): http://tasteofcyn.com/2017/02/06/hers-to-command-fourth-scene/

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Three Battered Hearts. One Perfect Love

Ace and Thrasher share a special bond. They’ve never acknowledged that connection and have never fully acted on it. The Humanoid Alliance kill cyborg males like them, deeming the warriors to be defective. Now that Ace and Thrasher have escaped, they don’t trust the cyborg council and their brethren to react any differently. Physical love is too risky for them to consider.

Until they meet her.

Carys is the Commander of a Rebel Battle Station. She has dedicated her lifespan to seeking vengeance against the Humanoid Alliance and the cyborgs who killed her daughter. On her battle station, she makes the rules, and if she wants to kiss, touch, and pleasure two mysterious warriors, she will. Nothing, not even enemy warships and a mass cyborg rebellion, can stop her.

In the midst of a war, enemies can become lovers and loyalties can change in a moment. Can a forbidden relationship between two cautious cyborgs and one unbending human Commander survive?

Hers To Command is Book 8 in the Cyborg Sizzle series.
Due to the number of returning characters in this story, you’ll enjoy Hers To Command more if you’ve read the other stories first.
This is a MMF BBW Cyborg SciFi Romance.

Pre-order Now:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Hers-Command-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01N0I7X49/

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The Cyborg Homeland

By Cynthia Sax on January 27, 2017

In Hers To Command (releasing February 14th, available for pre-order now), we get the first glimpse of the Cyborg Homeland, the planet far away from Humanoid Alliance territory which the cyborgs have claimed for their own.

Here’s a snippet…

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The Homeland would hold little appeal for their human female. With more and more cyborgs escaping the Humanoid Alliance’s control, the planet was becoming crowded. Structures were thousands of levels high. Ships filled the skies.

There were talks of terraforming more planets in the sector but no action had been taken. The priority was freeing their brethren.

Ace’s priority was their female’s happiness. If she chose to settle elsewhere, he would support that decision, celebrate it. He was conscious of his special bond with Thrasher, a bond many warriors didn’t understand, and would rather not live in close quarters with other males.

Space was preferable and, ideally, surroundings they could more easily control. He’d enjoyed the privacy they’d experienced on their female’s battle station. They were better able to protect their female there.

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This might not seem like an ideal Homeland to you or I but we’re not cyborgs. Cyborgs are accustomed to living in close quarters with their brethren. While they were enslaved to the Humanoid Alliance, they didn’t have their own chambers or privacy. Hundreds of cyborgs would share one small space. Now freed, many of them would find solitude uncomfortable, perhaps even unbearably lonely.

The cyborg council also requires many living spaces to be build quickly. Every planet rotation, thousands of cyborgs are freed. All of these warriors require living spaces and they’ve run out of room on the planet’s surface. The logical solution is to build upward.

What about flowers, trees, and other vegetation?

Cyborgs have lived their entire lifespans on ships and in compounds. They’re unaccustomed to green spaces. When building, they wouldn’t consider adding parks and other natural areas to their designs. (Green, with his love of Windy, his plant, is viewed as unusual.)

I suspect once the cyborgs free their brethren, this 100% logical approach to planning might change. (They ARE half human.) The cyborgs will progress beyond utilitarian housing to creating living spaces as diverse and as wonderfully designed as they are.

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Three Battered Hearts. One Perfect Love

Ace and Thrasher share a special bond. They’ve never acknowledged that connection and have never fully acted on it. The Humanoid Alliance kill cyborg males like them, deeming the warriors to be defective. Now that Ace and Thrasher have escaped, they don’t trust the cyborg council and their brethren to react any differently. Physical love is too risky for them to consider.

Until they meet her.

Carys is the Commander of a Rebel Battle Station. She has dedicated her lifespan to seeking vengeance against the Humanoid Alliance and the cyborgs who killed her daughter. On her battle station, she makes the rules, and if she wants to kiss, touch, and pleasure two mysterious warriors, she will. Nothing, not even enemy warships and a mass cyborg rebellion, can stop her.

In the midst of a war, enemies can become lovers and loyalties can change in a moment. Can a forbidden relationship between two cautious cyborgs and one unbending human Commander survive?

Hers To Command is Book 8 in the Cyborg Sizzle series.
Due to the number of returning characters in this story, you’ll enjoy Hers To Command more if you’ve read the other stories first.
This is a MMF BBW Cyborg SciFi Romance.

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