Dark Cure Featured On Dear Author
Dark Cure was featured as a new release on Dear Author today!
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A warrior seeking forever faces a medic living in the moment.
Gisella, the Refuge’s medic, is dedicated to her role. She doesn’t have the space in her lifespan for love, a mate, or children. Healing is her entire focus.
But she’s also a female in her prime. She has needs, wants, cravings…especially for a scarred, long-haired barbarian warrior temporarily residing in the settlement. One fierce, soul-blasting, passion-filled encounter is all she is willing to give him before she returns to her duties.
Oghul, a Chamele Warlord’s Second-In-Command, has waited his entire lifespan to find his gerel, the being fated to be his. He’s thrilled to discover she wants him as savagely as he yearns for her.
His little human medic appeals to his primitive possessive side. Greatly. He wants to stamp his ownership all over her bountiful curves, take her back to his home planet, claim his fiery female permanently.
When Carinae E’s solitary sun rises, two determined beings with very different desires find their lifespans entwined. Their battle for emotional supremacy will span systems and alter destinies.
The universe will never be the same.
Dark Cure is a STANDALONE SciFi Romance set in a gritty, dark world.
Buy Now:
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Dark Cure Releases!
Woot!
Dark Cure, the final 6th and final story in the Dark Thoughts/Refuge series, releases today!
Thank you so much for reading this series.
(big hugs)
A warrior seeking forever faces a medic living in the moment.
Gisella, the Refuge’s medic, is dedicated to her role. She doesn’t have the space in her lifespan for love, a mate, or children. Healing is her entire focus.
But she’s also a female in her prime. She has needs, wants, cravings…especially for a scarred, long-haired barbarian warrior temporarily residing in the settlement. One fierce, soul-blasting, passion-filled encounter is all she is willing to give him before she returns to her duties.
Oghul, a Chamele Warlord’s Second-In-Command, has waited his entire lifespan to find his gerel, the being fated to be his. He’s thrilled to discover she wants him as savagely as he yearns for her.
His little human medic appeals to his primitive possessive side. Greatly. He wants to stamp his ownership all over her bountiful curves, take her back to his home planet, claim his fiery female permanently.
When Carinae E’s solitary sun rises, two determined beings with very different desires find their lifespans entwined. Their battle for emotional supremacy will span systems and alter destinies.
The universe will never be the same.
Dark Cure is a STANDALONE SciFi Romance set in a gritty, dark world.
Buy Now:
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07HCTHN27
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07HCTHN27
Apple/iTunes : https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dark-cure/id1436359104
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Fourth Scene From Dark Cure
Dark Cure is releasing next week!
I’ve shared the first scene from the first chapter. You can read that here: http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6639
Today, I’m sharing the final scene.
As soon as the doors closed behind him, Gisella locked them. She pocketed the gun. “Get the restraints and tie down all of our patient’s hands.”
When he regained consciousness, he would likely be as aggressive as his brother. The girl looked through the compartments hidden in the walls, found the restraints. Gisella helped her bind the male.
“Do you have any injuries?” Her protégé’s health was her next concern.
The girl’s head bowed. “No, but I could have been hurt.”
“Yes, you could have been hurt, perhaps killed.” That would have been partially her fault. Pono was hers to train, hers to protect. “What mistake did you make?”
“I moved too close to a Palavian.” Her protégé recited that rule. “They’re dangerous and should be restrained before they’re treated.”
“Most males and all warriors should be restrained.” They only entered the medic bay when they were seriously injured. Wounded beings often lost the ability to reason.
“The Chamele leader wouldn’t have to be restrained.” Pono’s eyes glowed. “I heard the Ruler. He’s a good male. He tried to save the girl.”
“You will restrain him also if he seeks healing.” Gisella doubted that would happen. The visiting Chamele warriors had instigated numerous fights, causing many other males to visit the medic bay, yet had never entered the structure themselves.
The damn barbarians must not utilize medics. The Chameles were like most warrior species she’d encountered. They exhausted all of their resources on battle, leaving nothing for healing.
Kralj, the Ruler of the Refuge, was a rare exception to that way of thinking. He valued medics, ensured she had the most advanced equipment, a modern, clean structure in which to treat patients.
Her lips flattened. Never again would she be forced to watch helplessly as a baby orphaned and wounded by war slowly died in her arms, his high-pitched cries of agony ringing in her ears, all of the pain inhibitors exhausted by previous patients.
“Tie down all warriors. There are no exceptions.” She didn’t want her protégé to take unnecessary risks. “Clean the patient while I scan him.”
She extracted that device from her jacket pocket. It was a top-of-the-line handheld, could detect illnesses and injuries her eyes couldn’t.
Pono wrinkled her brown-and-green striped nose as she ran cleaning cloths over the patient’s exposed skin. She flicked the fabric squares to refresh them, converting dirt into oxygen.
Gisella scanned the male and looked at the small screen. Her heart squeezed.
She scanned him a second time. The results were the same.
Fuck. The male had a wasting disease similar to the one that had killed her mother. The growth in his stomach was advanced, was reaching upward in his body, creeping toward his heart.
If the black mass encompassed that organ, the male would die.
That wouldn’t happen. She now had the equipment and the skills to eliminate all traces of the disease. The Palavian wouldn’t suffer the same fate as her mother. She would save him.
Gisella displayed a limited number of readings on the wall’s main viewscreen, intent on slowly walking her protégé through interpreting them. “Tell me what you see.”
The girl studied the readings. “The patient has an unusually high blood fermented beverage concentration. He also has low blood albumin levels. Which means…” Her forehead furrowed. “He has been substituting fermented beverage for all other nourishment?”
That was true but it wasn’t the entire diagnosis. “What do you prescribe?”
“Give him nutrients and beverage.” Pono took her bait. “Monitor him until he regains consciousness.”
“And?” Gisella prompted.
The girl winced. “And send him to his domicile to rest?”
“You’d send him to his domicile to die.” She displayed the rest of the scan.
Her protégé sucked in her breath.
“It’s easy to mistake symptoms for causes.” Gisella relayed that important lesson to the girl. “Many patients in the Refuge will try to treat their pain with fermented beverage or other means.” Just as her mother had used pain inhibitors to hide her growth. “It’s your responsibility to look past that. Not investigating would have condemned this patient to an agonizing death.”
She, at least, had spared her mother that fate, administering pain inhibitors in increasingly large dosages, while they waited for help that never arrived.
Bitterness coated her mouth. Her warrior father had ventured through enemy space again and again to reach the frontlines and the fighting. He always seemed capable of doing that. But he had failed to bring Gisella the machinery she required to save his mate’s lifespan.
Because he was a warrior and battle was his priority.
Saving beings was her focus.
“What is the recommended treatment?” She continued to guide her protégé.
“We extract the growth.” The girl nibbled on her bottom lip. “That will stress the patient’s body. The growth is very large.”
It would stress the medic’s body also. Gisella touched her aching wrist. Neither of them was ready for that task. “The patient isn’t able to tolerate that level of stress at the moment.”
“At the moment.” Pono repeated her words. “We’ll give him nutrients and beverage, force him to rest first. Then we’ll extract the growth.”
“That’s very good.” She nodded and the girl beamed. “The only change I’d make to your treatment is we’ll hold him for observation for a couple of planet rotations after the extraction. We want to ensure the growth doesn’t return.”
“He’ll be our patient for a while.” Pono didn’t appear happy with that prospect.
Gisella wasn’t happy with it either. “What does that mean?”
“We should remove his garments and clean him.” The girl recited that rule. Cleaning longer-term patients reduced the risk of disease spreading.
While Pono tended to the Palavian, Gisella filled out their patient’s information, entering the little they knew into the databases.
Her wrist continued to throb. She’d need a fermented beverage herself after this shift, something to take the edge off her own pain, allow her to sleep.
“Lead Medic?” Pono asked. “If we can’t save this patient’s life—”
“We’ll save his life.” She had the equipment necessary to do that. “We never tell the family that because there’s uncertainty with any treatment and we don’t want to make promises we can’t keep. But this patient will live.”
The girl plucked at her jacket, her expression doubtful. “In my culture, white is the color of death.”
“We’ve talked about this.” The medics Gisella trained came from a wide variety of backgrounds. Many of them had beliefs about death. “Healing is science, not superstition, and the science states we will save this male’s life.”
“But if we can’t save his life.” Pono persisted. “Do you think his brother will kill you?”
“He’ll try.” She didn’t doubt that. Grief pushed beings to extremes and Palavians already lived on the edge of violence.
“Stars.” The girl muttered her words. “Being a medic is dangerous.”
The role was dangerous but it was needed. And Gisella was damn good at it, had always had an interest in healing, a natural ability to mend others. It was her calling in this universe, like designing ships had been her mother’s calling.
Unlike her mother, she wouldn’t allow anyone to interfere with it. Ever.
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A warrior seeking forever faces a medic living in the moment.
Gisella, the Refuge’s medic, is dedicated to her role. She doesn’t have the space in her lifespan for love, a mate, or children. Healing is her entire focus.
But she’s also a female in her prime. She has needs, wants, cravings…especially for a scarred, long-haired barbarian warrior temporarily residing in the settlement. One fierce, soul-blasting, passion-filled encounter is all she is willing to give him before she returns to her duties.
Oghul, a Chamele Warlord’s Second-In-Command, has waited his entire lifespan to find his gerel, the being fated to be his. He’s thrilled to discover she wants him as savagely as he yearns for her.
His little human medic appeals to his primitive possessive side. Greatly. He wants to stamp his ownership all over her bountiful curves, take her back to his home planet, claim his fiery female permanently.
When Carinae E’s solitary sun rises, two determined beings with very different desires find their lifespans entwined. Their battle for emotional supremacy will span systems and alter destinies.
The universe will never be the same.
Dark Cure is a STANDALONE SciFi Romance set in a gritty, dark world.
Buy Now:
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07HCTHN27
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07HCTHN27
Apple/iTunes : https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dark-cure/id1436359104
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Dark Cure And Ships Crashing
This stock photo (crafted by grandfailure) reminds me of a scene from Dark Cure (releasing November 13).
Dark Cure is the final official story in the Dark Thoughts/Refuge series.
Our December Freebie Thank You story is Dark Arsenal, which will officially reside in the Cyborg Sizzle series but features Vicuska, the Rebel agent who appeared in Dark Fire.
Warlord Sky, my January release, starts with the same crash scene (written from the new hero’s perspective).
Warlord Sky will be the first story in my Chamele Barbarian Warlord series.
You’ll meet the hero of this first story in Dark Cure.
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A warrior seeking forever faces a medic living in the moment.
Gisella, the Refuge’s medic, is dedicated to her role. She doesn’t have the space in her lifespan for love, a mate, or children. Healing is her entire focus.
But she’s also a female in her prime. She has needs, wants, cravings…especially for a scarred, long-haired barbarian warrior temporarily residing in the settlement. One fierce, soul-blasting, passion-filled encounter is all she is willing to give him before she returns to her duties.
Oghul, a Chamele Warlord’s Second-In-Command, has waited his entire lifespan to find his gerel, the being fated to be his. He’s thrilled to discover she wants him as savagely as he yearns for her.
His little human medic appeals to his primitive possessive side. Greatly. He wants to stamp his ownership all over her bountiful curves, take her back to his home planet, claim his fiery female permanently.
When Carinae E’s solitary sun rises, two determined beings with very different desires find their lifespans entwined. Their battle for emotional supremacy will span systems and alter destinies.
The universe will never be the same.
Dark Cure is a STANDALONE SciFi Romance set in a gritty, dark world.
Buy Now:
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07HCTHN27
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07HCTHN27
Apple/iTunes : https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dark-cure/id1436359104
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Third Scene From Dark Cure
Dark Cure is releasing November 13th!
I’ve shared the first scene from the first chapter. You can read that here: http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6639
Today, I’m sharing the third scene.
“You ugly excuse for a female.” The still-standing Palavian glared at her. “No one hurts my brother.”
She suspected he would have attacked her if he wasn’t struggling solo under the weight of his unconscious sibling.
“The pain is temporary.” She met his gaze directly. “He’ll recover within a planet rotation.” Until then, he would be in extreme agony. “No one.” Her voice raised. She wanted everyone to hear this refresher of the rules. “Touches any medic within the Refuge.”
“That isn’t one of the Ruler’s laws.” The short Palavian predictably challenged her statement.
Kralj had very few laws – the main one being there was no killing within the settlement.
The Ahkian had discovered the consequences of breaking that rule. The remaining pieces of the male would be impaled on a stake and displayed outside the Refuge as a warning to visitors.
The medic bay was Gisella’s terrain, however, and the medics were her beings to protect. She had different rules and enforced them in different ways.
“Not touching medics is one of my laws.” She lifted the gun she’d modified. “Touch a medic once and you’ll be zapped…as your brother discovered.”
That male sobbed like an infant. Tears streamed down his face, leaving trails of clean skin on his cheeks. Urine pooled around his body.
“Touch a medic twice and you’ll have no balls when you recover.” She had never delivered that reprimand. The first zap was an effective deterrent. “Touch a medic a third time and you’ll plead for death.”
She wouldn’t kill the male. That would break the laws of the Refuge. But she was a skilled medic. She knew many ways to inflict lasting pain on a being.
“Are we clear?” She lifted her eyebrows.
The remaining Palavian glanced at his brother on the floor, at her gun, and then at her. “You wouldn’t be so tough without your weapon.”
“I dissect brains for fun.” Her tone was dry. “I’m tough without a gun. The weapon merely ensures I don’t hurt you more than I should.” She sometimes was overzealous in defending herself. “Your brother needs a medic’s help. Either allow him to get that assistance or leave with him. I have other patients to see.”
She hoped he’d make the right choice. His brother did require healing.
“I want another medic to treat my brother.” The Palavian looked around him. His gaze settled on Pono.
“He’ll be treated by me or by no one at all.” She wouldn’t assign a dangerous patient to one of her less-experienced team members. “I’m the lead medic. If you want my superior, speak to Kralj. Or yell for him, if that’s your preference.” She shrugged. “He’s currently within the medic bay.”
The Palavian’s face paled. Everyone was scared of the Ruler. “You can treat Egor.” He begrudgingly conceded that point, as though treating his brother was an honor.
It wouldn’t be. She eyed the unconscious male, anticipating a world of difficulties. “Carry him to chamber 3.” She waved in that direction.
The Palavian hauled his brother along the corridor. Only when she was safely behind him did she glance at her protégé. The girl was uncharacteristically subdued, didn’t meet her gaze.
“Stay out of his reach.” Gisella told her. Her wrist ached. She didn’t want to repeat that experience. “We’ll talk about this later.”
Pono winced. Being an intelligent female, she knew she was in trouble.
Gisella followed the males into the assigned space. It was well-equipped. Machines lined the walls. She should have everything she needed to restore her patient to full health.
The Palavian plopped his brother onto the sleeping support, rolled him over until he faced upward. “Heal him.” He crossed all four of his arms.
“What was he doing when he lost consciousness?” She required more information.
“That doesn’t matter.” The male was determined to be a pain in the ass.
“It matters if you want your brother to regain consciousness.” She could be as obstinate as he was. “If you want him to die…”
“If he dies, you die.” The Palavian leaned forward.
She raised the gun.
He backed away from her. “He wasn’t doing anything. The three of us were drinking in the main beverage outlet. Egor was in a bad mood. That mood got worse the more he drank. He passed out, fell off his chair. We thought he had too much fermented beverage. A shift passed and he didn’t wake up.”
The brothers had waited a shift before seeking help. She twisted her lips. They were idiots.
There were other questions she could ask but she wanted him out of the chamber before he resorted to his natural inclination toward violence. “We’ll run some tests. That will take a while. Transport your other brother to his domicile.”
The male narrowed his eyes. “If he dies—”
“I die.” She shook her head. If she had a credit for every male who threatened her, she could afford a larger medic bay. “I received your message. Now, leave and allow me to treat Egor.”
The male glared at her, at her protégé, then stomped away.
Read the next installment (Available November 5th): http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6649
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A warrior seeking forever faces a medic living in the moment.
Gisella, the Refuge’s medic, is dedicated to her role. She doesn’t have the space in her lifespan for love, a mate, or children. Healing is her entire focus.
But she’s also a female in her prime. She has needs, wants, cravings…especially for a scarred, long-haired barbarian warrior temporarily residing in the settlement. One fierce, soul-blasting, passion-filled encounter is all she is willing to give him before she returns to her duties.
Oghul, a Chamele Warlord’s Second-In-Command, has waited his entire lifespan to find his gerel, the being fated to be his. He’s thrilled to discover she wants him as savagely as he yearns for her.
His little human medic appeals to his primitive possessive side. Greatly. He wants to stamp his ownership all over her bountiful curves, take her back to his home planet, claim his fiery female permanently.
When Carinae E’s solitary sun rises, two determined beings with very different desires find their lifespans entwined. Their battle for emotional supremacy will span systems and alter destinies.
The universe will never be the same.
Dark Cure is a STANDALONE SciFi Romance set in a gritty, dark world.
Buy Now:
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07HCTHN27
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07HCTHN27
Apple/iTunes : https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dark-cure/id1436359104
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Second Scene From Dark Cure
Woot! The countdown to Dark Cure’s release is on.
Last week, I shared the first scene from the first chapter. You can read that here: http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6639
Today, I’m sharing the second scene.
Before the Ahkian could draw his weapon, an invisible force propelled him across the chamber. He slammed against the wall, the impact cracking the surface, yet he didn’t fall.
The male hung high in the air, his face twisted in terror, his arms and legs flailing. No sound came from his open mouth.
“He’s a patient.” She faced Kralj. The medic bay was her domain.
“He’s mine.” A shadow concealed the Ruler’s scarred face. “He killed within my walls.”
Dita, Kralj’s mate, stood behind the all-powerful male, her lithe body clad in black, daggers and guns decorating that skintight garment. She had been an assassin before she met the male. Now she was merely an extension of the Ruler.
A blast of air hit Gisella. She fought to remain upright, battered by the manufactured wind.
“She is my mate.” Kralj’s voice boomed. “You will respect her.”
Or she would die, was the implication. The Ruler didn’t tolerate any perceived insult.
Pono whimpered. The girl was sensibly scared of the male.
Gisella was frightened also. Any rational being would be. But she didn’t show it. “I respect you.”
Kralj’s tremendous abilities demanded deference. Only a being lacking intelligence would fail to show it.
Her gaze lifted to the male restrained high above the floor. The Ahkian might be a fool but he was also her patient.
“Some patients don’t deserve to live.” Kralj addressed her unspoken concerns. “The female he attacked was younger than your trainee.”
“I wasn’t notified a young female needed healing.” Being the lead medic, she oversaw all incoming patients.
“He carved her to pieces.” The Ruler stated that without emotion. “By the time Oghul, the leader of the Chameles, rescued her, there wasn’t enough of her to heal. She died moments later.”
The female should still have been brought to the medic bay. Gisella frowned. She might have been able to save her.
“You couldn’t have done anything.” That was Kralj’s judgment.
It wasn’t hers.
“The male is mine.” The Ruler’s tone prevented further discussion. “Leave the chamber.”
He would rip her patient to pieces now, drink his blood, eat his flesh. Kralj was a modified humanoid. Some called him a monster. He devoured beings who broke his laws.
Gisella hustled her protégé out of the chamber. She didn’t want the girl to witness the Ahkian’s gruesome fate.
“Sanitize yourself.” She gave Pono a cleaning cloth, utilized another one on herself, wiping the grime and bacteria off her hands, tidying her easily cleaned white medic jacket.
“Would we have healed the Ahkian, knowing what he did to the girl?” The medic-in-training shook with shock. The Ruler had that effect on beings.
“It isn’t our task to judge our patients.” Most of the inhabitants of the Refuge had killed or maimed others. “We heal them. That’s our—”
“Medic.” A male voice raised, originating from the entrance. “We need a medic. Now.”
“Everyone always needs a medic now,” Pono muttered.
“Part of our role is evaluating if they are correct.” Gisella squared her shoulders and strode toward the main medic bay doors.
Two Palavian males held a third one upright. The other beings in the space, waiting for updates on loved ones, gave them a wide berth. Her staff formed a defensive line in front of the trio.
That caution was wise. Palavians could be…unpredictable. The four-armed beings embraced violence and lawlessness, caused problems wherever they went.
She hid her dismay at facing three of them under a mask of indifference.
“Be careful,” she murmured to her protégé.
“Medic,” the tallest male bellowed, his ugly countenance contorted with fury-edged concern.
“We’re here.” She moved closer, staying out of reach of his arms. “Pono, give me your verbal assessment of the patient.”
A quick glance had told her the male wasn’t in need of urgent care. She’d allow the medic-in-training to relay that information.
Assessing incoming patients was an important task to master.
The girl swallowed hard. “His chest is rising and falling at regular intervals. He appears to be breathing well on his own.” She stepped toward him. “His coloring matches the other males’.”
That was challenging to determine. All three of them were disgustingly dirty, their flight suits covered with grime. A rancid smell radiated from them. Dried blood decorated the blade of the axe strapped to the tall one’s waist.
“There are no signs of trauma.” Pono drifted nearer to their patient and bent over to look at his downturned face. “He isn’t conscious and—”
“Enough yammering.” The tall Palavian lunged toward the girl.
Fuck. Gisella pushed Pono aside. The girl squeaked, scurrying out of range.
The male targeted Gisella instead, grabbing her wrist and yanking her to him. Pain coursed through her. Her bones bent, threatening to break.
“Let me go.” She searched through a pocket of her jacket with her free hand.
“My brother needs healing.” The male’s spittle speckled her face, his horrid breath making her light-headed. “Now.” He shook her.
Her fingers closed around her gun. She extracted it, pressed the muzzle to his groin, and tapped the trigger.
The Palavian released a high-pitched animal noise. His hands spasmed, allowing her to escape him. He fell to the tiled floor, clutching his balls, his form gyrating with pain. Foam formed at his mouth. His screeching continued.
Read the next installment (Available October 29th): http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6646
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A warrior seeking forever faces a medic living in the moment.
Gisella, the Refuge’s medic, is dedicated to her role. She doesn’t have the space in her lifespan for love, a mate, or children. Healing is her entire focus.
But she’s also a female in her prime. She has needs, wants, cravings…especially for a scarred, long-haired barbarian warrior temporarily residing in the settlement. One fierce, soul-blasting, passion-filled encounter is all she is willing to give him before she returns to her duties.
Oghul, a Chamele Warlord’s Second-In-Command, has waited his entire lifespan to find his gerel, the being fated to be his. He’s thrilled to discover she wants him as savagely as he yearns for her.
His little human medic appeals to his primitive possessive side. Greatly. He wants to stamp his ownership all over her bountiful curves, take her back to his home planet, claim his fiery female permanently.
When Carinae E’s solitary sun rises, two determined beings with very different desires find their lifespans entwined. Their battle for emotional supremacy will span systems and alter destinies.
The universe will never be the same.
Dark Cure is a STANDALONE SciFi Romance set in a gritty, dark world.
Buy Now:
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07HCTHN27
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07HCTHN27
Apple/iTunes : https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dark-cure/id1436359104
B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dark-cure-cynthia-sax/1129542129
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Dark Cure Is A Hot New Preorder
Woot!
Dark Cure was mentioned as a Hot New Release by Smashwords on USA Today’s HEA blog!
See the entire list here: https://happyeverafter.usatoday.com/2018/10/19/smashwords-hotlist-weekly-indie-romance-bestsellers-and-hot-preorders-october-19-2018/
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A warrior seeking forever faces a medic living in the moment.
Gisella, the Refuge’s medic, is dedicated to her role. She doesn’t have the space in her lifespan for love, a mate, or children. Healing is her entire focus.
But she’s also a female in her prime. She has needs, wants, cravings…especially for a scarred, long-haired barbarian warrior temporarily residing in the settlement. One fierce, soul-blasting, passion-filled encounter is all she is willing to give him before she returns to her duties.
Oghul, a Chamele Warlord’s Second-In-Command, has waited his entire lifespan to find his gerel, the being fated to be his. He’s thrilled to discover she wants him as savagely as he yearns for her.
His little human medic appeals to his primitive possessive side. Greatly. He wants to stamp his ownership all over her bountiful curves, take her back to his home planet, claim his fiery female permanently.
When Carinae E’s solitary sun rises, two determined beings with very different desires find their lifespans entwined. Their battle for emotional supremacy will span systems and alter destinies.
The universe will never be the same.
Dark Cure is a STANDALONE SciFi Romance set in a gritty, dark world.
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First Scene From Dark Cure
Dark Cure, the final installment in the Dark Thoughts/Refuge series will be releasing November 13th. Woot! I love this story and I hope you’ll love it too.
While we wait, I’ll be sharing the first chapter. Today, I’m sharing the first scene from that first chapter.
Healing was Gisella’s sole purpose in the universe.
Determined not to repeat the mistakes her mother had made, she banished any other distractions from her lifespan, suppressing her yearnings for a male, for children, for love.
She focused on her role as a medic, on those important duties.
As the lead medic within the Refuge, Carinae E’s largest settlement, her responsibilities included more than saving the lifespans of those she personally tended. She also had to train the next generation of healers.
Her current protégé, Pono, was a Tau Cetian who had lost everything when the Humanoid Alliance blew up her planet. After discovering the girl was like her, all alone in the universe, Gisella had offered to mentor her. Pono had gripped that opportunity with both hands and now bubbled over with enthusiasm.
“If I work two shifts a planet rotation like you do, Lead Medic, I’ll progress even quicker.” The girl chattered as she walked beside Gisella, the two of them navigating the corridors of the medic bay. “Medic Shaushka made that suggestion.”
“Medic Shaushka is the second best medic on Carinae E.” Gisella was the most experienced healer. “Listen to her.”
The girl’s head bobbed. “She could have her own medic bay if she wanted that role. Other settlements have approached her and she turned them down.”
“Her mate is a merchant in the Refuge.” Gisella stifled a sigh.
Like Gisella’s mother, the other medic was choosing love over her dreams, putting a male first. She suspected the female would later regret her decision, would become just as bitter and disillusioned at the end of her lifespan.
Which was a shame as Medic Shaushka was a skilled healer.
Gisella stopped in front of a chamber. “What’s the status of our next patient?” She looked at her protégé.
“He’s an Ahkian male.” Pono consulted her private viewscreen. “His hand has been severed. Source of trauma is unknown. He was given a prolonger and a pain inhibitor by the receiving medic.”
They were treating another severed hand. Gisella shook her head. Since a certain group of barbarians landed on the planet, the number of reattachments she’d performed had tripled.
“He might be violent.” The Refuge catered to outlaws and outcasts, was home to the some of the most vicious beings in the universe. “Be on your guard.”
She slid one hand into her jacket’s front pocket, curled her fingers around the tiny gun hidden there, and placed her other palm on the control panel. The doors opened. She strode into the space. Her protégé followed her, locking the door behind them.
A male with greasy dark-blue hair and lighter-blue skin turned toward them, a gun in his right hand. Strips of dirty cloth were wrapped around his left wrist. “Finally, a fuckin’ medic arrives.” He holstered his weapon. “I’ve been waiting here for an entire fuckin’ shift.” His eyes were bright yellow.
Shit. He was a Mox-X addict. They were extremely volatile, the drug altering their brains.
Gisella stepped to the side, positioning herself protectively in front of her protégé. “You’ve been waiting here for mere moments.” That information had been recorded in his file. “Sit on the sleeping support.”
“I don’t have time to fuckin’ sit.” He glanced at the now-closed door. “I need my hand reattached now.”
That body part had been set on a horizontal support. He might be blasted out of his skull on drugs but he’d had the foresight to retrieve his hand.
“I’m not treating you until you sit.” A seated patient was less dangerous.
The male huffed yet did as he was told, plunking his ass on the sleeping support. “I’m seated.” He glared at her.
“Then I can treat you.” She unwrapped his wrist. “Was the object that severed your hand clean?”
That question was asked for her listening protégé’s benefit. The cloth utilized to stop the bleeding was filthy. The wound would be infected.
“One of those Chamele bastards with their fuckin’ claws attacked me.” Her patient confirmed her suspicions. “I didn’t see him coming.”
The damn barbarians had fought with yet another resident, creating more work for her and her team. She pressed her lips together.
“It was none of his fuckin’ business.” The Ahkian spewed hatred. “He had no—”
The doors behind Gisella opened. Only one being in the Refuge had the ability to unlock them. She straightened.
“The female you decided was your fuckin’ business died.” Kralj’s voice came from everywhere and nowhere. The Ruler of the settlement had powers she’d never witnessed in another being.
“Fuck.” Her patient reached for his gun. “You found me.”
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A warrior seeking forever faces a medic living in the moment.
Gisella, the Refuge’s medic, is dedicated to her role. She doesn’t have the space in her lifespan for love, a mate, or children. Healing is her entire focus.
But she’s also a female in her prime. She has needs, wants, cravings…especially for a scarred, long-haired barbarian warrior temporarily residing in the settlement. One fierce, soul-blasting, passion-filled encounter is all she is willing to give him before she returns to her duties.
Oghul, a Chamele Warlord’s Second-In-Command, has waited his entire lifespan to find his gerel, the being fated to be his. He’s thrilled to discover she wants him as savagely as he yearns for her.
His little human medic appeals to his primitive possessive side. Greatly. He wants to stamp his ownership all over her bountiful curves, take her back to his home planet, claim his fiery female permanently.
When Carinae E’s solitary sun rises, two determined beings with very different desires find their lifespans entwined. Their battle for emotional supremacy will span systems and alter destinies.
The universe will never be the same.
Dark Cure is a STANDALONE SciFi Romance set in a gritty, dark world.
Buy Now:
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07HCTHN27
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07HCTHN27
Apple/iTunes : https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dark-cure/id1436359104
B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dark-cure-cynthia-sax/1129542129
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/dark-cure
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/895634
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Interview With Whitley Gray
I sat down (virtually) with Whitley Gray for a short interview. Whitley Gray’s latest release is Crash Pad, a MM Contemporary.
Cynthia Sax: What is your favorite line from Crash Pad?
Whitley Gray: “Okay. I’m back. The boys are trying to murder each other. Superman and Batman are not friends, no matter what they tell you.”
“It’s that superpower-envy thing.” Jamie chuckled.
This is from a telephone conversation Jamie has with his sister. I like the visual of Jamie’s two nephews racing around in capes, Bat powers versus Spidey senses. No cooperation of superheroes in a household with two young boys, who compete with each other about everything.
One of the things I like the most about writing is layering in little details like this, especially things the typical reader may be able to relate to.
Cynthia Sax: Where did you get the idea for Crash Pad?
Whitley Gray: I set out to create a story set in the summer. Lots of people run in the park year-round, and I wanted to add an activity more confined to nicer weather—like rollerblading. This activity also lent itself to an accidental meeting, as rollerblading isn’t easy, especially for beginners.
Remy is an Emergency Medicine doctor and has seen a lot of sports injuries due to accidents. Naturally he wants to help. Jamie is suspicious of doctors due to his background. The opposing viewpoints makes for some nice conflict.
Cynthia Sax: How does Crash Pad start?
Whitley Gray: As they say, always start in the action. Each of the guys has a backstory that contributes to the story, but initially it’s not necessary to know that history in order to understand what’s happening. I like to start with a brief orientation of location and what each character is doing, and then throw them right into the action. The story starts when Remy and Jamie “crash.”
Cynthia Sax: What one piece of advice would you give new writers?
Whitley Gray: Voracious readers make the best writers. If you don’t like to read, writing is the wrong career choice.
In the beginning, I think it’s vital to ground yourself in the fundamentals of writing. I don’t have a background in English Composition or Creative Writing—I’m a hard science person. For me, the best way to learn about writing was with a combination of online workshops and devouring a lot of books on craft. Since romance adds another complex layer to any story, it was important to move on to workshops about writing romance in particular. Finally, because I write M/M romance, I did a lot of reading in the genre itself, then workshops and books to help me get a good handle on what I wanted to do.
Thank you, Whitley Gray, for joining us today!
Whitley Gray’s Website: http://www.whitleygray.com
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Physician Remy Marshall has two loves: Emergency Medicine and running. Work doesn’t leave much time to meet guys, and most seem more interested in his bank account than him. With a week off to train for a marathon, Remy plans to make the most of his precious vacation. The last thing he needs is a distraction.
Jamie Sutton is new to the area. He hopes to make a fresh start after leaving an abusive relationship with an orthopedic surgeon. He’s got a new job as a massage therapist and wants to meet some nice guys. Against his better judgment, Jamie decides the best way to meet a cute rollerblader he’s seen in the park is on wheels.
With attention on his watch and not where he’s going, Remy crashes into Jamie and fractures the first-time rollerblader’s ankle. Jamie has no one to help him after the injury; Remy proposes Jamie stay with him. Jamie is reluctant, but it’s a better option than staying with the odd guy in the neighboring motel room. As the two get acquainted, Jamie’s past comes calling. Remy discovers the prize he really wants isn’t a medal in a marathon, but the man right in front of him.
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