Releasing Rage – Chapter One, Part One
While we’re waiting for Releasing Rage to release (August 19th!), I thought I’d share the first chapter.
Here is the first part of chapter one.
She’d been paired. Finally.
Joan Tull hurried through the Nebula battle station hallways, straightening her gray flight suit as she ran. She was the last of her solar cycle’s transfers to have been matched with a cyborg.
That was because she was female and Commander Lewis was a female-hating rectal wipe. Humanoid Alliance regulations stated he had to accept her onto his station. There was nothing that said he had to pair her.
But now he had and she skipped with excitement. She’d fulfill her destiny, helping the cyborgs who once saved her life. Not the same cyborg, though wouldn’t it be a wonderful coincidence if that happened? No, she’d more likely be responsible for the maintenance of one of his brethren. It would be—
“Joan.” Fingers curled around her left wrist and she was pulled into the shadows. Her friend Denny Olsen gazed down at her, concern on his freckled face.
Joan wasn’t alarmed. Her former academy mate worried about everything.
“I’m being assigned to a cyborg.” She grinned at him.
“Tell the Commander that you withdraw your application before he formally offers you the position,” he urged. “It isn’t safe.”
“Life isn’t safe.” Having spent most of her life alone and unprotected, she knew that better than anyone else. “This is what I’ve been training for, Denny, since I was eleven solar cycles.” Since the agri lot her family unit worked was attacked and a cyborg stepped between her and certain death.
“You won’t see another solar cycle if you don’t withdraw.” Denny squeezed her wrist and pain shot up her arm.
“Let me go.” She wrenched her body away from him. Although he was male, she was stronger and smarter and had graduated near the top of her class.
“I can’t protect you, Joan.”
“I don’t need protecting.” She could protect herself. “I can do this.”
“You can’t do this alone.” Denny raked his fingers through his short red hair. “Commander Lewis won’t allow us to give you any support. He believes females don’t belong on a battle station, especially not in cybernetic engineering.”
She lifted her chin. “I’ll prove Commander Lewis wrong.”
“He won’t allow that.” Denny’s lips flattened. “He’ll ensure you fail. You’re intelligent…for a female. You should realize that.”
Joan knew Commander Lewis wouldn’t make it easy but nothing ever had been for her. She was willing to work hard for everything she received.
“Careful, Denny. You’re starting to sound like those female-haters you work with.” And that shocked her. He was her friend. She thought he was different.
“There’s a reason they act like that.”
“There’s no logical reason.” She wouldn’t back down, knowing in her heart she was meant to assist cyborgs. “I’m taking this position.”
He glared at her. She held his gaze.
Denny shook his head. “You won’t listen to me.”
“I won’t.” This was her destiny.
“Then go. Take it.” He dismissed her. “Get yourself killed.” Pivoting on his booted heels, he stalked in the opposite direction down the hallway. “Don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”
She watched his retreating back. Denny was genuinely concerned for her, but he had also spent the last solar cycle reporting to Commander Lewis, surrounded by that rectal wipe’s female-hating protégés. He’d clearly been indoctrinated into that fool’s school of thought.
Joan knew she was qualified. She could do this. Walking to the transfer chamber, the spring in her step was gone.
She placed her palm on the sensor. The door slid open.
Commander Lewis stood with his back facing her, his hands clenched behind him. Monitoring devices edged the walls. A concealing cloth covered a long horizontal support. There was no one else occupying the space.
Which was strange. She tilted her head, perplexed. At transfers, the former engineer was always present, passing his duties to his successor, relaying the insights he’d gathered over the solar cycles.
Unless there was no former engineer. Her hands quivered. Was she to be paired with a brand new cyborg? More experienced engineers had been waiting their entire lifespans for such an opportunity.
That must have been the reason Denny urged her to decline. He knew the others would be jealous, take out their disappointment on her.
“You’ve kept me waiting, Cadet Tull.” Commander Lewis didn’t turn around, didn’t look at her.
“Commander Lewis, sir.” Joan saluted him. “I was assigned to the waste processing chambers.” Shit patrol, as transfers called it, was the worst placement an engineer could be given, and, until her arrival, it had been unheard of for a highly trained cybernetic engineer to monitor the processing vats. “Those chambers are at the far end of the station.”
“This is my station. I’m aware of where the waste processing chambers are, Cadet.” The Commander’s voice cracked like a laser whip over her. “You’ve been reassigned to C899321.”
Joan sucked in her breath. She’d heard there was a C model cyborg on board. That was why she’d requested this station. But she never dreamed she’d be his engineer. “Thank you, sir.”
Commander Lewis turned, studied her for a moment, his pale countenance creased with wrinkles. “Are you being insubordinate, Cadet?”
“No, sir.” She straightened. “I haven’t seen a C model in ten solar cycles.” Since she was saved by one during the attack on the agri lot.
“C899321 is one of the last of its kind, its primitive design ideal for fighting the Mantidae.” Commander Lewis spoke of the cyborg as though it was a machine, ignoring its human side, and that irritated Joan. She’d seen how human they could be. “C899321 is more valuable than you are, Cadet.”
“I understand, sir.” Joan understood that she was now responsible for the maintenance and well being of that valuable cyborg.
“You have no family unit. Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.” Her mother and father, plus two siblings, had been killed in the agri lot attack. She’d been a ward of the Humanoid Alliance since that fateful day.
“Good.” The Commander nods. “Indicate acceptance here.” He held out a personal viewscreen. “It states that if C899321 kills, hurts or violates you, my battle station will not be held responsible.”
That was the standard release and, in Joan’s opinion, unnecessary. Cyborgs followed orders, and rarely became aggressive toward their humanoid masters.
But this was war and no one’s safety was guaranteed. She pressed her palm against the screen. “Will I have an opportunity to speak with my predecessor, sir?”
“You have that opportunity now.” He waved one of his hands over the horizontal support.
There was no movement under the concealing cloth, no tug and pull of breath. Dread twisted Joan’s stomach as she drew the white fabric back.
The scent of blood hit her before her eyes registered what she was seeing. Laid out on the surface were two severed feet, one arm minus its hand, an eyeball with a brown iris staring up at her, pieces of gray matter she suspected was brain.
She’d seen animals killed by predators on the agri lot. She’d lived through an attack, saw her parents slaughtered before her. She’d never seen this level of carnage.
“Who was responsible for this?” She was too shaken to add the expected sir.
“C899321.” A slow smile spread across the Commander’s face. That scared her more than the engineer’s remains. “Your predecessor managed to ping for help but, by the time the guards arrived, it was too late.”
It would be. Cyborgs were inhumanly fast.
“You claim you’re capable of working with cyborgs, a task suited for males, Cadet.” The Commander sounded smug. “You now have the opportunity to prove yourself right.”
Joan gazed up at him and saw the truth in his eyes. He believed she’d fail, that she wouldn’t survive her pairing with C899321.
He was sending her into the cyborg’s chambers to die. This was what Denny was warning her about. The position was a suicide mission, not a career opportunity.
The alternative—turning down the pairing—would also end in her death. Commander Lewis would send her to the front lines. She’d be given no weapon, no armor, because they expected her to be slaughtered and sucked dry by the Mantidae before her feet touched the planet. The insect-like aliens were that fast.
She’d take her chances with C899321. “I will be successful, sir.”
Commander Lewis gave her a curt nod. “C899321 is positioned in its chambers . You have been granted access. Clean and repair the unit, preparing it for deployment.”
An engineer had been killed and they weren’t skipping a deployment.
Why? Joan could think of only one reason. The war must not be progressing as well as the Humanoid Alliance propaganda indicated. “Yes, sir.”
“You are dismissed, Cadet.”
“Thank you, sir.” Joan saluted, then marched into the hallway, turning toward the chambers, her mind spinning. Her predecessor’s death made no sense. Cyborgs didn’t kill their engineers. They followed orders.
Though C345925 hadn’t followed orders when he saved her. His mission had been to battle the Mantidae, not protect scared eleven-solar cycle-old girls.
The massive male had delivered her to safety, holding her with one hand, clasping a gun in the other. He had shot the enemy as he moved, turning his body to take the brunt of the return fire, absorbing projectiles that would have shredded her small form.
He’d risked everything for her. She would risk everything for this cyborg. She’d fix C899321’s malfunction so he wouldn’t kill another human. The Humanoid Alliance would have no additional reason to take action against him.
She pressed her hands against the exterior wall panel of his chambers. The thick metal door slid open. She stepped into the firewall square. The door behind her closed and she authorized the interior door to open.
A buzz swept over her. No, not simply over her. Into her. She gasped, her inhalation of air drawing more of this unknown presence inside her.
It was too much, almost suffocating. Joan swayed, lightheaded. “Do not faint. Do not faint,” she repeated to herself, closing her eyes.
The rolling under her feet gradually stopped. She opened her eyes and wished she hadn’t. Crimson spray covered everywhere she looked. Gore was splattered into the farthest corners, hanging from the ceiling. Cleaner bots scrubbed the walls and floor.
This was why she felt dizzy, she reasoned. She smelled and sensed this butchery.
C899321, the being she had been told was responsible, stood in his uploading dock, a cable inserted into his nape, his towering form naked, covered with blood, his long black hair dripping with it.
He turned his head, locked his gaze with hers and she sucked in her breath. There were worlds of agony, of rage, in those bright blue eyes. This was no rational, logic-driven cyborg. This was a man, an animal, crazed by bloodlust and pain.
Read the next scene here: (available August 4th)
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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Why Cyborgs Don’t Age – Nanocybotics
I was watching the movie Big Hero 6 and I was amazed at how similar Hiro’s microbots and the nanocybotics that my cyborgs use are. This isn’t plagiarism but it isn’t coincidence either. Why? Because this technology is very close to being real (if it isn’t already real and I simply haven’t heard about it yet). I’ve seen demonstrations at places like the Consumer Electronics Show of technology that could be the forerunners of nanocybotics.
What Are Nanocybotics?
In non-scientific terms, they’re tiny robots that help cyborgs heal. Nanocybotics are the robotic version of stem cells and are coded to return every cell or mechanism to its ‘normal’ state (according to the cyborg’s DNA). They also help cyborgs, during their development stages, grow their mechanics in concert with their organic parts.
The human body already has the potential to heal itself. A cut on our finger heals, often with no assistance. Nanocybotics boost a cyborg’s ability to heal. They can survive greater injuries and recover in less time. This, combined with their almost indestructible metal frame, makes cyborgs very difficult to kill.
How Cyborgs Grow
But how do cyborgs heal or ‘grow’ their mechanics (their processors, metal frames, other parts)? I view the nanocybotics as becoming almost like tiny 3D printers. Using the inputs cyborgs are administered (though feeding tubes), the nanocybotics reconstruct their mechanics. While the cyborg is growing, the nanocybotics can also break the mechanics down and rebuild them in larger sizes.
Why Cyborgs Don’t Grow Old
All aging is, in the simplest sense, is gradual cumulative wear and tear on bodies, on our cells. Cyborgs don’t have this wear and tear. Their bodies are healed completely. This means they don’t age. They can possibly live forever.
Because nanocybotics are linked to a cyborg’s DNA, noting what the cyborg’s ‘normal’ is, they are unique to each unit. If a nanocybotic were transferred from its host unit to the new unit (through saliva or cum), the nanocybotic would repair itself until it aligned with the new cyborg’s DNA.
Why Cyborgs Can Heal Humans
When nanocybotics are transferred to humans, they align with a human’s DNA. They will heal wounds and fade bruises… temporarily. Not having the necessary inputs to function, these nanocybotics will eventually die.
Unless this transfer is done regularly. (grins)
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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FAQs About My SciFi Erotic Romances
Q. Why do you call your stories SciFi Erotic Romances and not Science Fiction Erotic Romances? Is this because there’s no science behind your stories?
Cynthia Sax: My stories are all based in science. I might not explain, for example, how the doors on a ship work during a scene as that will pull readers out of a story but I know the science behind it. If you email me, I’ll happily answer any of your questions.
I call my stories SciFi erotic romance because the focus is on the romance, not on the science fiction. It is a romance first and foremost. IMHO… that should be the longer part of the subgenre name.
Q. Why are your alien heroes or heroines humanoid?
Cynthia Sax: As my stories are erotic romances, body parts should align and preferably there should be a possibility of offspring (for the continuation of the species). I’m a former farm girl. I know that two beings have to be VERY similar in DNA to create fertile offspring. A donkey and a horse might look similar but mules, their offspring, rarely reproduce.
I believe in a common origin, that humanoid aliens and humans have the same ancestors but then evolved to thrive on their respective planets. Many of the evolutionary differences are based on species on Earth. Chameles, in the Warlord series, can turn ‘invisible.’ This is based on, you guessed it, chameleons. Chameles aren’t truly invisible. They are perfectly color matched to their backgrounds.
Q. Why do your aliens often speak Earth languages?
Cynthia Sax: Since I believe that humanoid aliens and humans have a common origin, it makes sense to me that the variety of languages found on Earth represents the variety of languages spoken by humanoid aliens.
I also think learning another language spoken here on Earth is more helpful for reading buddies than learning a completely fabricated language (the exception being Klingon which, IMHO, should be taught in school).
Q. Why do the ‘isms (sexism, age-ism, species-ism, etc) still exist in your futuristic SciFi erotic romances? Shouldn’t we have evolved past that?
Cynthia Sax: Shouldn’t we have evolved past that today? We haven’t made much progress in eliminating bias. I suspect even if we banish some biases, we’ll develop others.
Q. What research do you do for your stories?
Cynthia Sax: My life is continual research. Before I wrote full time, my specialty was new business development. My job was to look at new developments and try to predict the next step. That’s exactly what writing science fiction is!
I specialized in new business development because I love it. I love reading about new developments, the exciting discoveries occurring every single day, in all sorts of fields. One of the reasons I waited to write about cyborgs was because I didn’t think growing cyborg warriors was possible… until now. I can see how some of the existing technology could evolve to create these hunky half man, half machine beings.
One of my favorite places to get ideas for stories is the Consumer Electronics Show in the U.S. (Vegas). I love talking with the product developers, discovering what they’re excited about.
If you ever have any questions, email me!
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The Cocky Hero – Tryst Denied
Raff, the hero of Tryst Denied, is a handsome alien male. He knew there was a chance (a very slim chance but a chance) he’d find his one, his forever mate, while he was stationed on Earth and he wasn’t taking any risks. He chose the best human body he could, hoping his outer appearance would compensate for any shortcomings.
He then ensures everyone knows he’s ‘the best’ by telling them, as illustrated in this short excerpt
“You’re not real,” she said, trying to convince herself.
“I understand why you’d think so.” The Orogone straightened, his chest puffing out. “I am a handsome son of a bitch.” He grinned, displaying impossibly perfect straight white teeth. “But I’m all real.” He waved his free hand over his body as though he was a possible prize in a game show. “And I’m all yours.”
Tawania’s gaze dropped to the impressively large ridge in his dress pant. He was also all hard. She gulped, swallowing the lump of want, of need building in her throat. Did it matter that he didn’t exist? Her orgasm would be very real.
“I’m Raff,” he continued, not needing a response. “And you, my brown-eyed beauty, have the lucky distinction of being my One, the sole female I’m destined to spend my long life span with.”
His cockiness, however, covers up feelings of insecurity, of not being good enough. Men who truly believe they’re ‘the best’ don’t need to tell anyone. Raff tries too hard.
He also focuses on his appearance because he doesn’t think there’s much he can do about his core, about his souls. He hopes by making his outer self as perfect as possible, the female he’s destined to love for a lifetime will forgive his character flaws.
Ironically, by over compensating, he looks even more flawed.
What do you like about the cocky hero?
Tawania sees aliens. She knows they’re not real. To avoid being locked up in an institution, she does what any functioning insane person would do—she ignores her imaginary intergalactic visitors. Only one tall sexy alien won’t be ignored. Raff’s heated touch scorches Tawania’s grip on reality. His kisses drive her to madness. He declares that she’s his destined mate. He also insists he’s real.
Raff, an Orogone warrior, is very much real. This handsome warrior has been sent to Earth to round up misbehaving off-worlders and he’s not accustomed to being ignored, especially not by a brown-eyed human female with the most kissable lips in fifteen galaxies. He has mere days to convince her to bond with him. Failure results in death.
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Why Tryst Denied Isn’t an Interracial Romance
Readers have asked me why Tryst Denied isn’t classified as an interracial romance. Many readers believe Tawania, the heroine, is an African American. They believe Raff’s current form is Caucasian. If you look at these two beautiful people, you might think they were an interracial couple.
But they’re more than that. Raff is an Orogone. He’s, as Tawania calls him, an alien, not human, a different species. Technically, Tryst Denied is an interspecies romance.
I never address race because this couple has bigger challenges. They come from different planets, different galaxies. They’re being hunted by the savage Palavians and trying to simply survive. They’re not as concerned with the different color of their skin.
I also never address race. Period. In any of my stories. I never say a heroine or hero is African American or Caucasian or Asian. I mention their names and describe them in my stories. I also describe them to my publishers’ cover artists. Tryst Denied’s cover artist interpreted Tawania as looking like the woman on the cover. Other cover artists might have interpreted her a different way.
I do this because I don’t identify people in real life by race. When the hubby and I go to China, I see millions of different faces. They all look unique to me. Their coloring might be similar but their faces are one of a kind. My characters are as special. They’re all different, all unique, all more than the color of their skin.
Tawania sees aliens. She knows they’re not real. To avoid being locked up in an institution, she does what any functioning insane person would do—she ignores her imaginary intergalactic visitors. Only one tall sexy alien won’t be ignored. Raff’s heated touch scorches Tawania’s grip on reality. His kisses drive her to madness. He declares that she’s his destined mate. He also insists he’s real.
Raff, an Orogone warrior, is very much real. This handsome warrior has been sent to Earth to round up misbehaving off-worlders and he’s not accustomed to being ignored, especially not by a brown-eyed human female with the most kissable lips in fifteen galaxies. He has mere days to convince her to bond with him. Failure results in death.
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Tryst Denied Mentioned On USA Today Blog
Tryst Denied was mentioned on the USA Today Blog today!
Yay!
Tawania sees aliens. She knows they’re not real. To avoid being locked up in an institution, she does what any functioning insane person would do—she ignores her imaginary intergalactic visitors. Only one tall sexy alien won’t be ignored. Raff’s heated touch scorches Tawania’s grip on reality. His kisses drive her to madness. He declares that she’s his destined mate. He also insists he’s real.
Raff, an Orogone warrior, is very much real. This handsome warrior has been sent to Earth to round up misbehaving off-worlders and he’s not accustomed to being ignored, especially not by a brown-eyed human female with the most kissable lips in fifteen galaxies. He has mere days to convince her to bond with him. Failure results in death.
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Tryst Denied Releases
Tawania sees aliens. She knows they’re not real. To avoid being locked up in an institution, she does what any functioning insane person would do—she ignores her imaginary intergalactic visitors. Only one tall sexy alien won’t be ignored. Raff’s heated touch scorches Tawania’s grip on reality. His kisses drive her to madness. He declares that she’s his destined mate. He also insists he’s real.
Raff, an Orogone warrior, is very much real. This handsome warrior has been sent to Earth to round up misbehaving off-worlders and he’s not accustomed to being ignored, especially not by a brown-eyed human female with the most kissable lips in fifteen galaxies. He has mere days to convince her to bond with him. Failure results in death.
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The bells above the door rang a warning and the small hairs on the back of Tawania’s neck lifted, her nipples growing taut under her rose-colored camisole. She turned her head and sucked in her breath.
A tall man with golden skin, golden hair and the most chiseled chin she’d ever seen stood in the doorway. He wore dark sunglasses, an expensive black leather coat, black pants and a royal blue silk shirt. Standing with his legs braced apart, he slid one of his fingerless-glove-clad hands into his coat.
And extracted a gun.
The woman with the bad weave screamed. The burly man in front of Tawania dropped to the dirty tiled floor. The armed newcomer pressed the trigger, a blue beam of energy shot from the muzzle, and everything went still and quiet. The woman’s sparkly phone floated in the air. The man on the floor posed with his hands reached out to cover his head. The horrible music stopped.
Holy shit. Tawania stared at the stranger, frozen with uncertainty, not knowing what to do or say or how to react.
He removed a fancy handheld device from his jacket’s pocket and studied the glowing screen. “A 9-1-1 call originated from the payphone outside of this store on May tenth. There was a complaint about an alien with blue and red eyes. Who made that call?”
Oh God. Tawania took a step backward. I made that call. He must be from the FBI. Only they would have fancy weapons similar to the gun he carried.
“F-f-fuck y-y-you, Orogone.” Mr. Lee, the owner of the convenience store, hung, suspended in the air, his body shaking. In mere seconds, he’d somehow grown a long pointed beard and obtained two more arms.
Phones are floating. Mr. Lee has four arms. Tawania exhaled. She wasn’t being sent to jail. She was going insane.
The stranger returned the handheld to his pocket. “There’s no need to be hostile, Palavian. My target is a human female, not you.” He removed his sunglasses and clipped them to his collar. Blue and red flames flared in his dark eyes.
Tawania smothered her groan. She’d invented another being, an Orogone, belonging to the same alien species as Willa.
And this imaginary man was searching for her. When she’d returned to her apartment and found a strange angry woman there, Tawania had run out of the building and made the 9-1-1 call from the store’s payphone. Being a product of her overactive brain, he’d know that.
“W-w-why w-w-would I help you, Orogone?” Mr. Lee spat, acting very feisty for a man unable to move.
“Because you’re on Earth illegally and I hear Palavia isn’t very pleasant during this part of the solar cycle.” The sexy stranger rubs his space gun against his chest. “Either tell me where she is or—“
“Or you’ll do nothing.” Tawania stepped out of the line, losing patience with this alien shakedown fantasy. “Because you’re not real.” She stomped toward Mr. Lee and plunked the bag of sugar on the counter, loosening the contained mass. White crystals skittered across the surface, sparkling under the fluorescent lights. “I want to pay for this.”
Tawania glanced at the candy display. “And this.” She grabbed the box of chocolate-covered peanuts and set it beside the sugar.
“Well, hello, sweetness,” the Orogone male drawled.
Tawania rolled her eyes as she searched through her tote for her wallet. “Is that the best pick up line my brain could produce?”
Mr. Lee sniggered. The Orogone male grumbled words she didn’t understand. Mr. Lee laughed again. A second beam of blue light hit him and his laughter stopped. He vibrated in the air, the contours of his body blurring and then he disappeared from view, leaving an empty space where he once was.
“Hey, I haven’t paid for my purchases yet.” Tawania turned her head, met the Orogone’s gaze, and she sucked in her breath, her body humming with awareness. He was a male worthy of her wildest, most erotic fantasies, tall and handsome, oozing with confidence and sex appeal, intriguing laughter lines creasing the tanned skin around his unusual eyes.
“Mr. Lee doesn’t need your precious money, love.” His low baritone deepened even more, curling her fingers and toes. She could wake up to those deep tones. Tawania wiggled. Hell, she could come to that voice, shrieking “yes, yes, yes” at the top of her lungs.
What am I thinking? “You’re not real,” she said, trying to convince herself.
“I understand why you’d think so.” The Orogone straightened, his chest puffing out. “I am a handsome son of a bitch.” He grinned, displaying impossibly perfect straight white teeth. “But I’m all real.” He waved his free hand over his body as though he was a possible prize in a game show. “And I’m all yours.”
Tawania’s gaze dropped to the impressively large ridge in his dress pant. He was also all hard. She gulped, swallowing the lump of want, of need building in her throat. Did it matter that he didn’t exist? Her orgasm would be very real.
“I’m Raff,” he continued, not needing a response. “And you, my brown-eyed beauty, have the lucky distinction of being my One, the sole female I’m destined to spend my long life span with.”
He slid the muzzle of his gun over his right pectoral muscle, scratching his leather-clad skin. In her elaborate fantasy world, as explained by Willa, the mark on an Orogone’s chest would heat when he found her One, his forever mate.
“Of course, I’m your One.” Tawania expected to be the star in her own make believe world and she’d fabricated this perfect man to play her faithful lover. Orogones never cheated on their mates.
Unlike every human man she’d ever met.
“Doctor Chartwell would tell me that you’re the manifestation of my need for true and lasting love.” Tawania perused Raff leisurely from his carefully styled spiky blond hair to his polished black leather shoes. His shoulders were impossibly wide, his waist narrow, his muscles defined.
Hot damn, I have a great imagination.
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Men In Black 3 Make Up Artist
Since the tryst series (Tattooed Tryst, Alien Tryst and the to-be-released Tryst Denied) is a nod to the Men In Black movies, I thought I’d share some photos that I took a couple of years ago. (You can click on the photos to enlarge them)
These show the Men In Black 3 special effects make up team transforming an actor into an alien.
This transformation took many hours and multiple artists.
But the results were stunning, very alien-like. (grins)
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While investigating some mysterious disappearances, Kane uncovers two secrets that change his world. He’s not entirely human. He’s also dangerously close to death. His alien grandfather has broken a sacred rule, putting his entire bloodline, including Kane, at risk of termination.
Eshe, a sexy blonde scientist with lush lips and a hot body, is Kane’s only hope to save his family. He’ll do anything to keep her safe, including fighting alien warriors, crossing vast galaxies and giving his woman the pleasure she craves again and again, using every inch of his fit physique.
In this world, passion is power and love is necessary for survival.
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Great Review For Alien Tryst
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“The instant attraction between Kane and Eshe burns up the pages and the sex scenes are hot and steamy. The story grips the heart as Eshe does everything in her power to save Kane and his mother including sacrificing herself.”
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While investigating some mysterious disappearances, Kane uncovers two secrets that change his world. He’s not entirely human. He’s also dangerously close to death. His alien grandfather has broken a sacred rule, putting his entire bloodline, including Kane, at risk of termination.
Eshe, a sexy blonde scientist with lush lips and a hot body, is Kane’s only hope to save his family. He’ll do anything to keep her safe, including fighting alien warriors, crossing vast galaxies and giving his woman the pleasure she craves again and again, using every inch of his fit physique.
In this world, passion is power and love is necessary for survival.
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While investigating some mysterious disappearances, Kane uncovers two secrets that change his world. He’s not entirely human. He’s also dangerously close to death. His alien grandfather has broken a sacred rule, putting his entire bloodline, including Kane, at risk of termination.
Eshe, a sexy blonde scientist with lush lips and a hot body, is Kane’s only hope to save his family. He’ll do anything to keep her safe, including fighting alien warriors, crossing vast galaxies and giving his woman the pleasure she craves again and again, using every inch of his fit physique.
In this world, passion is power and love is necessary for survival.
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