Ghost Of A Machine – Fourth Scene

By Cynthia Sax on May 8, 2017

Ghost Of A Machine will be releasing on May 16th (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/2017/04/17/ghost-of-a-machine-first-scene/

This is the fourth and final scene from Chapter One.

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Ace, the K Model cyborg, repaired his finger and palm interfaces, reconnecting the circuits. Ghost’s nanocybotics, the part of him that was responsible for his faster-than-human healing, were stimulated by the activity. Energy surged through him.

That increased his frustration over his failures, escalated his pain. Some of that emotion flowed into rage, his anger directed at himself and at his Humanoid Alliance handlers. The Humanoid Alliance had given the orders for the killing, had participated in it.

Ghost rumbled, yearning to take action, to ease his conscience.

Ace accessed the warship’s systems through Ghost’s interface. The doors slid open.

Ghost lurched forward, looked to the right and to the left. There were no guards. No one to give him commands. No one to punish.

Kill every being you see, Ace instructed.

Kill. Yes, he would kill them all. Then the pain inside him would dissipate. Then he’d be fully repaired, his human and his machine halves at peace.

Ghost flung back his head, released a roar, and rushed forward, searching for his first target. One of his handlers entered the corridor. The male’s eyes widened. He turned and ran in the opposite direction.

He wasn’t fast enough. Ghost moved at cyborg speed, faster than any human. He grabbed the male. The handler squawked.

Not having any weapons, Ghost bent his head. Using his teeth and hands, he ripped off the male’s skull, killing him quickly. That didn’t dampen the images of the females. He tore off the male’s arms and legs. The females’ faces remained in his thoughts.

He shredded the torso, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. It splattered over his naked form and oozed between his toes. Ghost painted the walls crimson, took the male apart until there was nothing left to grip.

The rage inside him didn’t dissipate. It grew until all he saw was red, until the only word in his processors, in his organic brain, was kill.

Ghost stormed through the warship, tracking beings by their scent. He battered through doors and walls to get to his targets, ending their lives as he had ended his handler’s life, quickly, brutally.

They couldn’t escape him and they deserved their fate. All of the males had tortured him, had delighted in causing him pain. They would pay for that, would pay for not allowing him to protect the females.

In Ghost’s damaged mind, the females’ deaths, his failure, and the males’ torment were bundled, mixed together in a volcanic vortex of emotion. Solar cycles of frustration gushed out of him, a red, heated, flow of rage, of violence.

The human warriors shot at him. He leaned toward their guns, embracing the agony. It was what he deserved. Projectiles riddled his form, biting into his skin. His nanocybotics hummed, struggling to heal him.

He continued killing. Beings screamed and begged for mercy. Their pleas didn’t penetrate his processors, didn’t reach his brain. He had been given an order—to kill every being he saw. He wouldn’t fail Ace, one of his own, not as he had failed the females. He ended the males’ lives with no hesitation.

The shuddering of the warship stopped as the corridors and the chambers flooded with blood. It was more than Ace’s order fueling Ghost, more than vengeance. The Humanoid Alliance had manufactured him for this, had designed him for killing, and it satisfied his machine to serve its purpose.

He hunted down every being on board the vessel.

Kill. Kill. Kill. He concentrated on that command, tearing the males into pieces with his mouth and hands. Blood streamed down his chest, scented the air.

He ravaged the last male. The warship was eerily quiet. Only the voices in his head remained.

They were fellow cyborgs, his processors relayed. The warriors were positioned on other ships, on planets. Some were free. Some remained slaves of the Humanoid Alliance.

None of them gave him his next order. Ghost stared down at the gore. Ace, the K Model cyborg, was silent. He’d withdrawn from Ghost’s processors.

The images of the females lingered, haunting him. His brain forgot. His databases never did. Ghost tried to sever the connection to his machine side. Both parts of him, wanting to remain whole, resisted and he wasn’t strong enough to overwhelm that blockade.

All he could do was slow the transfer of information.

He crouched beside his last target. Needing to do something, anything, he moved body parts from one spot to another.

That action didn’t stop the images running through his mind.

The last footage he’d recorded played. It featured the death of three females belonging to him, to his brethren. One of those females had been newly manufactured, couldn’t stand, couldn’t talk. All the females were defenseless. They’d surrendered to the Humanoid Alliance, laid down their primitive weapons.

The Humanoid Alliance, having no honor, had ordered the cyborgs to kill them. His brethren, not knowing who the females were to them, to their kind, had followed those commands.

Ghost had silently watched, unable to stop the carnage, his soul hollowed out by guilt. He couldn’t communicate to his brethren what they’d done, couldn’t give them that remorse, that grief. It was his to bear alone, silently.

The image faded.

The loop restarted. It always did, the torture never ceasing. The face of the little female filled his thoughts, her chubby cheeks, her brown curly hair, her big brown eyes.

The pain was endless and unbearable, projectiles piercing his brain, his heart, his soul. Ghost squeezed a handful of guts. Blood dripped on the tiled floor. He needed more beings to kill, more outlets for the agony. That might make the hurting tolerable.

More beings would arrive. The Humanoid Alliance would retrieve their warship.

When the males entered the vessel, he would seek vengeance. Every being he killed would be one less being able to harm the females.

That might ease his guilt, stop the pain.

Allow him to remain whole.

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There will be spoilers posted about this story (there always are) so I really recommend that you not look at reviews until you’ve read it.

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Fragile. Stubborn. His.

Ghost, a C Model cyborg, has disconnected his machine from his human side. Severely damaged, he knows two things—the curvy human female on his ship belongs to him and he must keep her safe. He’ll stop at nothing to protect her, claim her, make her his.

Primitive. Damaged. Hers.

Lethe has seen the savage side of beings. The courageous Rebel captain has never met a male like Ghost. Overpoweringly dominant, he appeals to her on a primal level, filling her mind with thoughts of sweet surrender, hard kisses, and body-heating encounters against the warship’s walls.

They are two broken beings, one determined to protect, the other intent on flying into danger. Can love heal them both before they face their common enemy?

Ghost Of A Machine is Book 9 in the Cyborg Sizzle series and is a STAND-ALONE story.
It is also a BBW Cyborg SciFi Romance.

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Ghost Of A Machine – Third Scene

By Cynthia Sax on May 1, 2017

Ghost Of A Machine will be releasing on May 16th (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/2017/04/17/ghost-of-a-machine-first-scene/

This is the third scene.

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Images, memories, words flooded Ghost’s organic brain. It was too much, overwhelming.

Hurtful.

The first face to dominate his thoughts was of a young female. She had chubby cheeks, brown curly hair, had four or five solar cycles. The little female clung to her mother’s hand and stared up, up, up at Ghost with awe and wonder.

Ours. Ghost felt that truth deep in his soul. The little female belonged to him in the same way the K Model cyborg belonged to him. It was his role to protect her.

He didn’t know how.

If he swept her into his arms and ran, carrying her to safety as he desperately wanted to, he’d be disobeying orders. Worse than that, he’d be acting on his own.

The Humanoid Alliance would know cyborgs weren’t mindless killing machines. They would realize cyborgs weren’t completely under the humans’ control.

His brethren, the cyborgs standing by his side, perhaps all the cyborgs under Humanoid Alliance command, would be deemed defective and killed.

He held the little female’s gaze, watching, waiting for an opportunity to save her.

“Kill them,” a male officer told his subordinate.

The male looked at the officer and then at the two unarmed females. He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His face was pale. His gun shook.

“Fuck.” The officer grabbed his subordinate’s gun. “I’ll do it.”

It took all of Ghost’s willpower not to move, not to grab the little female.

The officer pulled the trigger. The projectile struck the little female in the forehead, killing her instantly. Her eyes, remaining trained on Ghost, widened. She fell. Her mother screamed.

The images were memories, date-stamped as occurring many hundreds of solar cycles ago, but his processors had captured them perfectly, every detail intact; he felt the death as though it had just happened.

Ghost howled through his transmission lines, bellowing with grief, the force of his failure hitting him hard. She had belonged to him and he’d allowed her to die.

The officer shot the mother and handed the gun back to his subordinate. “That’s how you do it.” He smirked.

Ghost’s urge to kill increased.

The scene changed.

A blue fur-covered female hid behind a downed ship. Projectiles zinged around her, puncturing the metal panels, blasting holes in her makeshift shield.

Ours. That knowledge filled Ghost with dread. The Humanoid Alliance officers swaggering behind him would have spotted her. She could be seen even with their ineffective human visual system. There was no way to hide her, to save her.

The female bravely fired back at them, earning his admiration. She was strong, worthy of his protection.

Again, he didn’t know how to safeguard her. His machine evaluated and discarded solutions.

Having no other option, Ghost marched toward her, his apprehension increasing with every step. His cyborg brethren were positioned to his right and to his left. They formed a line of warriors no humanoid could defeat.

His stomach twisted. She would die.

He would fail her, fail his kind. No Humanoid Alliance torture could equal this, knowing a being he was destined to protect would be harmed, killed.

When the projectile hit her in the chest, he emotionally crumpled, gutted, his insides hollowed out. The pain was acute, fresh, slicing through him like a blade.

And it didn’t end.

Failure after failure, death after death, was revisited, the agony building. The females had all belonged to him. And they were all dead.

Because he had failed them. Guilt, sorrow, grief cascaded over Ghost.

There was nothing he could do to stop it, no steps he could take to save the dead females, to reverse the damage he’d done.

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Read the next scene (available May 8th) here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2017/05/08/ghost-of-a-machine-fourth-scene/

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Fragile. Stubborn. His.

Ghost, a C Model cyborg, has disconnected his machine from his human side. Severely damaged, he knows two things—the curvy human female on his ship belongs to him and he must keep her safe. He’ll stop at nothing to protect her, claim her, make her his.

Primitive. Damaged. Hers.

Lethe has seen the savage side of beings. The courageous Rebel captain has never met a male like Ghost. Overpoweringly dominant, he appeals to her on a primal level, filling her mind with thoughts of sweet surrender, hard kisses, and body-heating encounters against the warship’s walls.

They are two broken beings, one determined to protect, the other intent on flying into danger. Can love heal them both before they face their common enemy?

Ghost Of A Machine is Book 9 in the Cyborg Sizzle series and is a STAND-ALONE story.
It is also a BBW Cyborg SciFi Romance.

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Ghost Of A Machine – Second Scene

By Cynthia Sax on April 24, 2017

Ghost Of A Machine will be releasing on May 16th (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/2017/04/17/ghost-of-a-machine-first-scene/

This is the second scene.

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Ghost stared at the wall and listened to the chatter in his head, the discussions of battle strategy, the musings about females and the Homeland.

The warship tilted to the right. He widened his stance, bracing himself. The floor under his bare feet leveled.

The vessel jerked, steadied, jerked again.

Were they in a battle? Ghost breathed deeply, smelling nothing, no blood, no projectile residue. No one gave him orders to attack, to kill.

He wanted to end lifespans. That was his one remaining function in the universe. Ghost remembered having another purpose, a more worthy purpose. He couldn’t recall what that was. All he knew now was death, pain, violence.

Ghost.

He straightened and growled. One of the voices inside his skull knew his name.

Ghost, are you functional? Another voice asked.

That question held the strength of an order. He had to respond. Ghost searched his organic brain for the words. It had been solar cycles since he’d last spoken. Ugh. That was all he could manage.

He’s damaged.

He might be too damaged to assist us.

Assist, Ghost repeated. If the task required action, not talking, he could complete it.

There was a stretch of silence.

He’d failed the voices as he’d failed…he couldn’t remember who he had failed. Ghost’s shoulders slumped. He stared at the wall, waiting for a command.

Ghost, we need your help. The first voice returned.

Ghost lifted his head. Ugh. He’d help them.

Open your holding chamber, warrior.

Ghost glanced at the doors. They were closed. His gaze shifted to the control panel to the right. He placed his hands on the flat surface, ashamed of how dirty, how unkempt his fingers were.

Nothing happened.

The power to open the doors was within him. He was certain of that. Ghost narrowed his eyes at the control panel and concentrated.

The doors remained closed.

Ghost, I have to hack into your machine. The voice stated an intention. Do I have your consent?

Machine. That was the piece of him that was missing. He’d shut that part down. There was a reason he did that, though he couldn’t remember what that reason was.

Ugh. He tried to communicate his misgivings to the voice.

The voice didn’t listen to him. His processors were poked and prodded.

They whirred, reviving. A tingling spread over him, pricks of pain, as though pins and needles were being stuck into his skin. His body tried to resist the invasion.

The voice, Ghost could now identify him as Ace, was too strong. The K Model cyborg deftly reconnected Ghost’s processors, undoing the separation it had taken the C Model almost a solar cycle to fully accomplish.

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Read the next scene (available May 1st) here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2017/05/01/ghost-of-a-machine-third-scene/

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Fragile. Stubborn. His.

Ghost, a C Model cyborg, has disconnected his machine from his human side. Severely damaged, he knows two things—the curvy human female on his ship belongs to him and he must keep her safe. He’ll stop at nothing to protect her, claim her, make her his.

Primitive. Damaged. Hers.

Lethe has seen the savage side of beings. The courageous Rebel captain has never met a male like Ghost. Overpoweringly dominant, he appeals to her on a primal level, filling her mind with thoughts of sweet surrender, hard kisses, and body-heating encounters against the warship’s walls.

They are two broken beings, one determined to protect, the other intent on flying into danger. Can love heal them both before they face their common enemy?

Ghost Of A Machine is Book 9 in the Cyborg Sizzle series and is a STAND-ALONE story.
It is also a BBW Cyborg SciFi Romance.

Pre-order Now:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Ghost-Machine-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B06XR6M6GG/

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Ghost Of A Machine – First Scene

By Cynthia Sax on April 17, 2017

Ghost Of A Machine will be releasing on May 16th (it is available for pre-order now!).

Over the next four weeks, I’ll be sharing the first chapter of Ghost Of A Machine. Don’t be alarmed if you find much of the action to be familiar to you. You should. It also occurred in Hers To Command. Once you’ve read the chapter, you’ll understand why it is so important to retell the scene from Ghost’s perspective.

This is the first scene.

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Chapter One

Ghost stared at the far wall of his holding chamber, trying to ignore the two puny human males chattering in front of him.

“You’d think they’d design cyborgs to talk.” The smallest male gazed up at him.

“They don’t talk.” The other male nicked Ghost in the hip with a dagger. “Not unless they’re asked a question or acknowledging a command. This one is damaged. It doesn’t even do that.”

Ghost, accustomed to their torture, didn’t react. Blood dripped down his leg.

“The silence is eerie.” The smallest male’s lips twisted. “Remember when Rog stuck that dagger up its ass and sliced it to pieces? It didn’t make a sound.”

He said that as though it was a fond memory. The two of them enjoyed hurting beings, hurting him.

Hatred, pure and thick, pulsed through Ghost’s circuits. If given the command, he’d rip their heads off.

But he wouldn’t be given that command. The humans were his masters and although he didn’t know much, his organic brain shattered, he did know he couldn’t act without their orders.

“The Captain was pissed when Rog did that.” The other male dragged a dagger over Ghost’s bare ass, leaving a trail of pain. “He likes it tight when he uses it.”

Ghost’s fury expanded, encompassing every being on the warship. He wanted to kill them all, tear them apart limb by limb.

Instead, he gazed at the gray wall panels, his expression blank, his lips pressed together. The two males’ voices weren’t the only sounds he heard. Millions of beings talked inside his reinforced skull.

What’s the quickest way to kill a Mantidae?

In the Homeland, every cyborg is free.

I increased my kill rate by thirty-two this planet rotation.

Some females have golden hair.

Fe-males. Ghost silently turned that word over in his mind. Fe-males. That meant something to him, invoked emotions within his soul. He didn’t know why it was important but it was.

“We’ll have to clean it up after the battle.” The shorter male wrinkled his nose. “The captain doesn’t like it to be dirty.”

“C Models are disgusting.” The other male curled his top lip. “The newer models have been programmed to utilize the cleaning cloths.”

“This one used to do that. It is malfunctioning.”

“Why doesn’t the captain have it decommissioned and order a new one?”

Decommissioned was another word Ghost still retained. It meant pain, death.

The end of his suffering.

“There’s been an issue with supply. For now, we’re stuck with it.” The shorter male inclined his head toward Ghost. “There are benefits. I doubt the captain would allow us to use a new model for target practice.”

“True.” The taller male moved toward the doors. “I’m itching to test my new long gun. Downing the rebel battle station should earn us that reward.”

“Their commander is a female.” The other male sneered. “Defeating her will take mere moments.”

They exited, the doors shut behind them, and Ghost was left in solitude yet again. He had a vague recollection of a time when he wasn’t alone, a time when he had been surrounded by warriors like himself.

A scene flashed through his mind. A battlefield strewn with bodies, gouged faces, silver frames showing through tattered flesh, eyes with their lights burned out.

Pain surged along his circuits, coiling around his heart, squeezing, squeezing. Ghost hastily deleted the image and focused on the present, on the gray walls, the tiled floor.

There was a space inside him, as though something was missing. A part of himself had been severed. He gazed down. His arms and legs remained attached. He balled his fingers into huge fists. Physically, he appeared to be all there.

Yet the sensation remained. He wasn’t whole. He was defective.

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Read the next scene (available April 24th) here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2017/04/24/ghost-of-a-machine-second-scene/

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Fragile. Stubborn. His.

Ghost, a C Model cyborg, has disconnected his machine from his human side. Severely damaged, he knows two things—the curvy human female on his ship belongs to him and he must keep her safe. He’ll stop at nothing to protect her, claim her, make her his.

Primitive. Damaged. Hers.

Lethe has seen the savage side of beings. The courageous Rebel captain has never met a male like Ghost. Overpoweringly dominant, he appeals to her on a primal level, filling her mind with thoughts of sweet surrender, hard kisses, and body-heating encounters against the warship’s walls.

They are two broken beings, one determined to protect, the other intent on flying into danger. Can love heal them both before they face their common enemy?

Ghost Of A Machine is Book 9 in the Cyborg Sizzle series and is a STAND-ALONE story.
It is also a BBW Cyborg SciFi Romance.

Pre-order Now:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Ghost-Machine-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B06XR6M6GG/

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Ghost Of A Machine – The Significance Of The Title

By Cynthia Sax on April 12, 2017

The dual-meaning word/phrase lover in me couldn’t resist titling Ghost’s story Ghost Of A Machine. The name our C Model cyborg gave himself was Ghost (I’ll talk about why he called himself this in a future blog post) and he IS half machine.

He is, also, a ghost of himself, of the cyborg he once was. Ghost has been so severely damaged; he is barely functional. He has been isolated from his brethren both physically and emotionally. He has lost touch with the machine part of him.

In addition to this, Ghost Of A Machine, as a title, is a nod to ‘Ghost In The Machine,’ a term used in philosophy. It refers to the belief that the mind is a nonphysical presence within the framework of the body. Our thoughts aren’t merely the result of neural processes, the physical activity of our brains. They come from something greater, something spiritual, a ‘ghost’ residing inside us.

That applies to Ghost’s situation. He has spent his entire lifespan protecting the females who belong to his cyborg brethren. He knows how he detects that these females are special. Their scents and their voices are ‘right.’ But he doesn’t know why they are ‘right.’ His machine half, his more logical side can’t explain that. It is as though this knowledge comes from outside his physical systems.

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Fragile. Stubborn. His.

Ghost, a C Model cyborg, has disconnected his machine from his human side. Severely damaged, he knows two things—the curvy human female on his ship belongs to him and he must keep her safe. He’ll stop at nothing to protect her, claim her, make her his.

Primitive. Damaged. Hers.

Lethe has seen the savage side of beings. The courageous Rebel captain has never met a male like Ghost. Overpoweringly dominant, he appeals to her on a primal level, filling her mind with thoughts of sweet surrender, hard kisses, and body-heating encounters against the warship’s walls.

They are two broken beings, one determined to protect, the other intent on flying into danger. Can love heal them both before they face their common enemy?

Ghost Of A Machine is Book 9 in the Cyborg Sizzle series and is a STAND-ALONE story.
It is also a BBW Cyborg SciFi Romance.

Pre-order Now:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Ghost-Machine-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B06XR6M6GG/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Ghost-Machine-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B06XR6M6GG/

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Ghost Of A Machine Is Available For Pre-order!

By Cynthia Sax on March 27, 2017

Ghost Of A Machine, the next cyborg story, will be releasing May 16th and is now available for pre-order!

Ghost is the primitive C Model who saved Joan, Rage’s female, so expect some cameos in this story. Yep, Rage and Joan will make an appearance.

Fragile. Stubborn. His.

Ghost, a C Model cyborg, has disconnected his machine from his human side. Severely damaged, he knows two things—the curvy human female on his ship belongs to him and he must keep her safe. He’ll stop at nothing to protect her, claim her, make her his.

Primitive. Damaged. Hers.

Lethe has seen the savage side of beings. The courageous Rebel captain has never met a male like Ghost. Overpoweringly dominant, he appeals to her on a primal level, filling her mind with thoughts of sweet surrender, hard kisses, and body-heating encounters against the warship’s walls.

They are two broken beings, one determined to protect, the other intent on flying into danger. Can love heal them both before they face their common enemy?

Ghost Of A Machine is Book 9 in the Cyborg Sizzle series and is a STAND-ALONE story.
It is also a BBW Cyborg SciFi Romance.

Pre-order Now:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Ghost-Machine-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B06XR6M6GG/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Ghost-Machine-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B06XR6M6GG/

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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/

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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!).
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.

***

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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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

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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

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

***

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.

***

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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