Defying Death – Cyborgs And Clones
In Defying Death, Death, our cyborg hero, encounters a community of clones.
Here’s a snippet…
Three very large human males faced them, carrying long guns, bows, daggers, their bodies clad in white animal skins. They were the same height, width, had the same bone structure, the same startling bright purple eyes, the same pale purple skin. They wore their white hair in different lengths from closely cropped to long and braided but they were remarkably similar.
“They’re clones,” she whispered. Cloning was outlawed by the Humanoid Alliance. Many species, including humans, had also forbidden the practice, fearing the weakening of their genetic material.
Death’s body stiffened.
Oh right. She wasn’t supposed to talk. “Sorry.”
He exhaled heavily.
According to Wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cloning ), cloning “refers to processes used to create copies of DNA fragments (molecular cloning), cells (cell cloning), or organisms.”
One of the concerns with cloning is the breakdown of genetic material. When animals are cloned today, there’s a higher possibility of deformities. The scientist who founded the clone community, the mysterious original, discovered how to offset this. He also carefully chose the beings to be copied, these males and females matching his ideals.
Because it is a clone community, sex isn’t necessary for reproduction. Clones reproduce in a laboratory. Any offspring produced from sexual encounters would have different DNA and might not match the original’s ideals.
So sex is forbidden. To prevent temptation, touching a being of a different gender is also forbidden.
There are other rules. For example, any injury or illness is viewed as genetic weakness. If that male or female were to be cloned, that genetic weakness might be passed onto future generations. To prevent this, the injured or ill being is exiled from the community.
I’ve always been fascinated with cloning and the questions surrounding them. If you fall in love with one clone, would you fall in love with all of them? Is love tied to genetics or to the being as a whole, the combination of genetics and life experience? Defying Death explores a bit of this.
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Defying Death
He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.
Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.
Even the human female he’s destined to love.
Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.
To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
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Second Scene From Defying Death
I’ll be sharing the first chapter from Defying Death over the next few weeks.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/04/20/first-scene-from-defying-death/
Here is the next scene
His visits to the ship were enough. For now. He ran his hands over his shaft, yanking on his skin harder and harder, abusing his form, punishing himself for his need.
A bead of pre-cum formed on his tip. He swept one of his thumbs across it, spreading his essence over his cock. His balls hugged his base, the pressure building, building, building.
Skin smacked against skin, the sound echoing in the small space. He envisioned Tifara writhing beneath him, sweat glistening on her pale skin, her nipples tight. Would they be as pink as her lips? He wanted to lick her, taste the salt of her skin, the sweet femininity of her.
Frag. He grunted, drawn into his fantasy, wanting to make it into reality. How could he wait to breed with her, to claim her? She smelled so good, was so lush, and the thought of the kindness, the caring in her expression when she looked at her friends, how she would soon look at him, stripped his restraint.
Death braced his booted feet apart and worked his cock with more vigor, rocking his hips into his palms, the muscles over his lower abs rippling, his thighs flexed, as hard as his frame. His fit physique shook, the tremors escalating. He fought the battle with himself, delaying coming as long as he could.
But he was weak, so very weak. Her scent was too exquisite, filling his lungs, curling around his soul. He imagined his medic’s capable fingers on his balls, squeezing and—
He roared, his release catching him by surprise, and he pushed forward. Cum arched from his cock, splattered on the tiled floor. He came and came and came, purging all of his need, all of his passion. A puddle of spunk formed before him. The scent of breeding mixed with his female’s fragrance.
When there was nothing left, when he’d given everything he had, he sagged against the wall, his legs trembling, the tension within him temporarily alleviated.
Death swiped a cleaning cloth over his tip, removing the remnants of his pleasure. The fabric sucked up the cum, rearranging the molecules into air. He snapped the cleaning cloth to refresh it, returned it to the horizontal support where he had found it.
The floor was a mess. He placed his palms on a control panel and interfaced with the ship. Small doors opened in the walls. Cleaning bots exited, whirled around him, removing all proof that he’d found release in Safyre’s ship.
Crash would damage any male who left his scent in the human female’s personal space. Or he’d attempt to damage him. Death pressed his lips together. The E model couldn’t best him in a fight.
Death donned his body armor, skimmed his hands over his weapons, ensuring all of his guns remained in their holsters, all of his daggers were in their sheaths. His restraints were missing. He’d used those to repair the seats in the ship, a small payment for his use of the space and a thank you to Crash’s female for, unbeknownst to her, bringing Tifara into his realm of awareness.
Death leaned toward the scarf, took one more deep breath, inhaling Tifara’s scent, and straightened. He was needed in the holding chamber. Crash wouldn’t start the meeting without him.
He moved soundlessly down the ship’s ramp.
His stealth was in vain.
Menace had returned. The warrior stood at the bottom, arms crossed, eyes glimmering with humor. “If I hadn’t heard it, I wouldn’t have believed it. You’re a sick bag of bolts, Death.”
The male knew he’d found release in the ship. Death maintained his grim expression, not allowing any of his embarrassment to show. “You’ll say nothing.”
Menace’s smile faded. “That doesn’t have to be communicated, my friend. If it weren’t for you, I would have died solar cycles ago. You have my full loyalty.”
Death knew that but he took no chances with the safety of his female. No being could know how he felt about her.
“Crash is waiting for you.” The other J Model’s head twitched in the direction of the holding chamber. “I didn’t tell them where you were or what you were doing.”
Death grunted a thank you and moved through the freighter’s docking bay, entered the hallways, accelerating, the space empty. He acted as a conduit between Crash and the J models. They wouldn’t relay information without his presence.
The holding chamber was crowded with J and K model cyborgs. The warriors shifted to the side as he entered, allowing him to take his place at the far wall with Crash and his human female, Safyre. The images of two K model cyborgs Death hadn’t yet met were projected onto a side wall.
What was the cause of your delay? Crash inquired through their transmission lines, excluding his female from the conversation. Did you sense a threat?
The E model’s grip on his lush female was tight. Concern reflected in his flat black eyes.
I sense no threats. Death chose not to answer the first question.
“What the fuck is going on, Crash?” Safyre gazed up at her warrior’s gray face, worry lines etched around her mouth. “And don’t tell me nothing ‘cause I feel the tension in you.” The female had orange hair, the color suiting her volatile temperament.
Death preferred the more subtle streaks of red in Tifara’s long brown tendrils. His fingertips twitched. He wanted to sink his hands into those unruly curls.
Desire rose within him once more.
Crash narrowed his eyes at him. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on.”
Fraggin’ hole. The warrior sensed his arousal.
Death mentally inventoried his weapons, counting the daggers and guns strapped to his body, distracting his human-like brain and his machine-like processors from thoughts of his female.
There’s no threat? Crash asked again.
There’s no threat. Death held his gaze.
The warrior hesitated for a moment and then nodded, his shoulders lowering. “It is nothing, my female.” Crash hugged his Safyre to him.
Death would never put a precious female at risk with such an open display of affection. Touching should be done in the privacy of personal chambers.
“I’m seeing threats where there are none.” Crash kissed her forehead.
Safyre’s eyes softened. “It’s best to be careful.”
Crash nodded. “Let’s relay this information.” He turned toward the crowd, the fingers of his left hand linked with the fingers of his female’s right hand.
Death stood at their side.
Alone.
Read the next scene (available May 4th) here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/05/04/third-scene-from-defying-death/
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Defying Death
He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.
Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.
Even the human female he’s destined to love.
Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.
To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
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Cyborgs And Spirituality
Cyborgs are half human and half machine. One of the things that have always intrigued me is… how would cyborgs react when faced with another being’s faith-based beliefs? Faith is a human concept. It isn’t always logical.
In Defying Death, Death grapples with Tifara’s belief in fate and destiny. He’s also introduced to the faith-based beliefs of Ada-972 and her clone sisters and brothers.
Here’s a snippet…
“Don’t return until you see a spirit star,” Ada-972 called.
“I won’t.” Ada-971 gave her a wave and then ducked out of the cave.
“What is a spirit star?” Tifara rummaged through her medic pack, her voice suspiciously watery.
“It’s a star that moves across the darkened sky.” The damaged female gazed at the ceiling of the cave. “As the original has shared with us, this star collects the spirits of the clones who die, bringing them upward to be assimilated into the black nothingness that holds the constellations together.”
A spirit star sounded like a meteoroid that had fallen into the planet’s atmosphere, burning to nothing. Death pressed his lips together, choosing to keep that information to himself.
“I want Ada-971 to see my ascent.” Ada-972 smiled. “She’ll know that I’m fine. I’ll be with all of the others who were created before me. I won’t be alone.”
“I’m injecting you with all of the pain inhibitors we have left,” Tifara said brusquely, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears. “You’ll go completely numb but you’ll be able to talk.”
“I would like to go outside, if that is possible.” Ada-972 slid her gaze shyly to him. “That will aid in my ascent and I would like to see the constellations one more time.” She paused. “From this angle. My view will soon be very different, won’t it?”
“I’ll carry you outside.” He knew nothing about her future view. The black nothingness, from his observations, consisted mostly of ionized hydrogen, not clone spirits, but he hadn’t yet scanned all of space. He couldn’t be certain.
Death can’t prove Ada-972’s faith but he can’t disprove it either. So he doesn’t express an opinion on it. Instead, he waits for more inputs.
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Defying Death
He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.
Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.
Even the human female he’s destined to love.
Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.
To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
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First Scene From Defying Death
I’ll be sharing the first chapter from Defying Death over the next few weeks.
Here is the first scene
Need twisted Death’s circuits.
He gritted his teeth as he strode along the empty hallways of the freighter. He was a J model cyborg, one of the best of his batch. He could control himself.
Until he reached the ship. Then he’d indulge his desire, his frame-deep yearning for the human female he hadn’t yet met.
Tifara, due to a fluke of genetics, was destined to be his, forever. He would lead his brethren to freedom, fulfilling his duty to his kind, and then he would retrieve her.
She was safe. His female was positioned on a battle station far from any fighting.
The urgency he felt to claim her was illogical.
He’d find release in private. That would relieve the stress on his processors, on his systems, and he’d return to being the cool, collected rational warrior he’d been trained to be.
Death entered the docking bay. There were two small ships in the space. It was almost as devoid of life as the hallways were.
Almost.
Menace leaned against the ship Death wanted to access. The J model casually polished one of his long guns, his movements slow and sure. His coloring resembled Death’s, his eyes and hair brown, his skin tanned, his model number inked on his cheek. They were both dressed in their black body armor, always ready for battle.
Fighting was what they were designed for. It gave them joy. And now they fought for themselves. They’d escaped the cruel control of the Humanoid Alliance. Their freighter was headed toward the cyborg Homeland.
Death didn’t trust that freedom.
“Why aren’t you in the holding chamber with the others?” His voice rang with command. They’d left Earth Minor two planet rotations ago, dropping off some Tau Cetian orphans. Crash, the warrior representing the cyborg council, had called a meeting to discuss the next steps.
Menace straightened. “There’s no need for my attendance. Mayhem is broadcasting the information to me.”
They openly displayed their friendship. Death thought that foolish. The humans could use that to their advantage, damaging one to damage the other.
But he had more urgent issues to consider at the moment, his yearning for his female and his need for release growing. “The third engine isn’t operating optimally. It requires investigation.”
Menace slung his long gun over his right shoulder. “Others are more skilled at engine repair.”
Death looked around them. “Those others aren’t here.”
“I’ll investigate.” The warrior stalked toward the exit.
Death waited until Menace left the docking bay and then hastened up the ship’s ramp. Cyborgs couldn’t lie. The third engine wasn’t operating optimally. It had been damaged during their escape. The repair required parts they didn’t have. Menace would figure that out and soon return.
Death closed the ship’s doors. He had to find release quickly. He stripped off his body armor, baring his body, leaving on his boots.
The vessel belonged to Safyre, Crash’s female. It was cluttered with personal objects, a concept foreign to cyborgs. Cyborgs were given one set of body armor and their weapons. They had no other material possessions.
Only one of Safyre’s material possessions interested Death. A white scarf once belonging to Tifara twined around a column.
He leaned forward, brushing the tip of his nose against the fabric, and inhaled deeply, sucking her scent into his lungs. The desire sweeping through him hardened his cock and threatened to bring him to his knees.
When he had first discovered the scarf, he visited the ship once every five planet rotations. The planet rotations between visits had reduced to four, three, two, until he had needed to imbibe her scent once and then twice a planet rotation. He was addicted to her, to a female he hadn’t yet met. Death gulped the musk-filled air, opening his mouth to take more of Tifara’s aroma into his body.
He’d seen the images Crash’s female had collected, had replayed them in his processors one thousand, two hundred and seventy-one times. His Tifara was lush and round, with big breasts and even wider hips, perfect for a large cyborg such as himself.
Her hair was long and curly and brown with streaks of red in the strands, like lava flowing through rock. Her brown eyes were often soft with emotion, with caring. When he imagined her looking at him that way, his chest heated.
Cyborgs rarely showed emotion. The Humanoid Alliance, their makers, considered it a malfunction. Warriors were decommissioned if they smiled, sliced into pieces while they remained alive.
Death would protect Tifara’s smile. He’d fight, kill to ensure she could always look at him that way.
She’d reward him with her pink lips, her always-laughing mouth.
Frag. He stroked his hard cock, sliding his hands up and down, up and down his shaft, from his hairless base to his tip. She’d be warm and wet and willing, engulfing him in her delectable scent, surrounding him with her softness.
He’d drive into her, seeking the sanctuary of her form, the bonding, the connection only she could give. Death, conscious of his greater strength, of how fragile and breakable his little human was, would be careful with her, giving her all pleasure and no pain. She’d pant, her gorgeous breasts heaving, her pink lips parted.
He’d thrust harder, deeper. The little medic would call his name, her voice breathy with passion. Death rolled his aching balls, his fingers trembling.
Tifara was his weakness. That both frightened and thrilled him. No one could ever know how valuable she was to him.
That was why the scarf remained wrapped around the pillar. The primitive possessive part of Death roared at him to remove the cloth, to hide it from the other males, from his possible rivals, to not allow anyone else to breathe her scent, to think of her with lust, that emotion now flowing through his circuits.
But taking that action would be a declaration of caring. He’d never put his Tifara at risk. She was everything to him; his sole chance at happiness, at having offspring, love.
Read the next scene (available April 27th) here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/04/27/second-scene-from-defying-death/
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Defying Death
He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.
Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.
Even the human female he’s destined to love.
Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.
To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
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Battle Of The Cyborgs
The Battle of the Cyborgs is on like Donkey Kong!
Betcha haven’t heard that phrase in a while, huh? (grins)
https://katherinedeane.wordpress.com/2016/04/19/battle-of-the-cyborgs-free-prizes/
Death will face Eve Langlais ‘ Avion, Cara Bristol’s Dale and Anna Hackett’s Xander!
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Defying Death
He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.
Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.
Even the human female he’s destined to love.
Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.
To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
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Defying Death Releases Today
Defying Death releases today, a month early!
Why? Because there is a ‘system issue.’
Which I suspect is cyborg related. Death does whatever he wants. Frag the consequences.
Defying Death
He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.
Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.
Even the human female he’s destined to love.
Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.
To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
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Medical Play And Defying Death
Tifara, the heroine of Defying Death, is a medic. That means there will, of course, be some sexy times in the examination room. This kink has a name—medical play. There are ranges of extreme with medical play, as there are with any kink. Death and Tifara play on the light side.
Here is a snippet from a scene
Tifara lay back, allowing Death to undress her. He drew her flight suit over her curves. His eyes darkened with passion.
“First, I have to examine my female.” Death grasped her ankles, encircling them easily with his big fingers, and he spread her legs wide, exposing her naked pussy, her empty entrance. “I must ensure she isn’t damaged.”
“You’re not a medic.” She reached her hands out to the side, this playful version of her normally grim as fuck cyborg enchanting her. “Are you qualified to examine me?”
“I’m a J model cyborg.” He lifted his head proudly. “And I’ve observed the best medic I’ve ever met for several planet rotations. I’m qualified.”
“Are you recording this?” That possibility tightened her nipples.
“Yes.” He nodded, the lights illuminating his dark hair. “We’ll study the footage later, look for abnormalities.”
They’d watch themselves fucking. Tifara’s pussy dripped.
“I’m visually scanning the patient.” Her cyborg perused her slowly, his all-seeing gaze pausing on her face, her breasts, her hips, her pink folds. “The patient’s nipples are taut.” His voice was robotic, lacking all emotion, and that excited her even more. “Her pussy is plumped with an increased flow of blood. The color has deepened. Her breathing has quickened and her body temperature, especially around her genitalia, has increased.”
He acted as though many medics were observing her, gazing upon her naked body. Tifara fought the urge to move, to wiggle her bare ass against the sleeping support.
“Checking breasts for fullness.” Death leaned over her and cupped her curves with his big hands, shaping, molding and massaging them.
She arched, pushing them into his palms, pleasure radiating from the contact. His eyes blazed with emotion. His face remained as serious and stoic as always.
“The patient’s breasts are heavy and full.” He pinched her nipples and pulled, elongating them, and she whimpered, the slight pain exciting her. “Her nipples have good color.”
He released them and she sighed, wanting more.
“Testing them for taste.” Her cyborg drew her right nipple into his hot, wet mouth and sucked, the pressure exquisite. He sucked and relented, sucked and relented, setting off a pulsing throughout her body. Her fingers curled, digging into the sleeping support. “The right nipple tastes fertile.”
He dragged his lips over her curves and applied his mouth to the left. She rocked into his mouth, unable to remain still.
“The left nipple tastes as fertile.” He straightened. “The patient is responsive to oral stimulation of her breasts.”
“Death—”
“Medic,” he corrected. “You will remain silent and still during your examination.” He surveyed the assortment of medical supplies she’d left on the nearby horizontal support. “Any movement could affect the results.”
He snapped a large pair of hand coverings over his fingers, the sound echoing in the small chamber. His eyes gleamed as he positioned himself between her spread legs.
Medical play doesn’t work for everyone but it certainly works for Death and Tifara. (grins)
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Defying Death
He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.
Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.
Even the human female he’s destined to love.
Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.
To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
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Great Review For Breathing Vapor
@psychotropek gives us a fair and balanced review of Breathing Vapor. She hasn’t yet read Releasing Rage so yes, this story can be read on its own.
http://www.psychotropek.net/blog/book-review-breathing-vapor-cynthia-sax
Here’s a snippet…
“Sax does not pull punches: Mira goes through some terrible loss during the story and has to make sacrifices to do what she thinks is right and be with her love. This is my candy: high emotional stakes and sometimes getting curb-stomped in the emotional department.”
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Vapor is the most advanced cyborg the Humanoid Alliance has ever developed. He’s a finely honed weapon, a warrior without parallel, half man and half machine. No lock can contain him. No being can stop him. Whatever he wants, he takes.
He wants Mira Breazeal, the Designer’s daughter.
She’s his one temptation, his sexy target. Vapor shouldn’t crave her caresses, steal her kisses, make her scream with ecstasy. The cyborgs want her dead and they would question his loyalty if he didn’t kill her. The humans would shoot him on sight if he dared to touch her.
Their love is forbidden. Their desire could be lethal. One human and one cyborg will risk everything for a moment of passion.
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Defying Death And Obsessed Heroines
When I’m reading a great book, I’m lost to the world. I don’t eat. I don’t sleep. A freight train could run through the room and I wouldn’t notice it. My dear wonderful hubby takes one look at my face and knows there’s no sense talking to me. I won’t hear him. I’m happily lost in this other world, absorbed, obsessed.
THIS is how Tifara, the heroine of Defying Death is, except, instead of books, she’s obsessed with medical research, with stopping the next possible outbreak.
Here’s a snippet showing her obsession, seen from Death’s more logical eyes
“But is my lack of attraction to other cyborgs due to our unique genetic pairing?” She took a step blindly to the left.
Death cupped her head, holding her in place, stopping her pacing. This wasn’t the cave or their ship. The terrain around them held dangers and his little medic was cognizant of none of them. He had to keep her by his side.
“Or is my lack of attraction because I already host your nanocybotics?” Tifara didn’t appear to notice his hand on the top of her head. She was lost in science again. “Hmmm…”
Her erotic humming hardened his cock.
“What is your female talking about?” Menace looked at him.
Death said nothing. The warrior would learn soon enough that his female questioned anything and everything in the universe.
Death doesn’t truly know why Tifara is obsessed with medical research. He grows to accept it but he doesn’t understand her fascination with it.
My dear wonderful hubby is the same way. He isn’t a reader. He’s read three books in the twenty-three years I’ve known and loved him. But he’s grown to accept my obsession with reading. He sees how happy it makes me.
He’ll give me books for special occasions, listens as I describe each book in detail (he knows as much about romance novels as I do because I tell him EVERYTHING), can talk the talk when we spend time with other reading buddies but he doesn’t fully understand why I love reading romance novels.
All he knows is I love reading and it makes me happy and that’s enough for him.
What are you obsessed with?
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Defying Death
He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.
Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.
Even the human female he’s destined to love.
Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.
To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.
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First Excerpt From Defying Death
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I’ll be previewing the first chapter of Defying Death, starting on the 18th, but since the first chapter doesn’t contain Tifara, our heroine, I thought I’d supply a glimpse at chapter two today.
She leaned against the bloodstained wall. Why would he kill a being if that weren’t necessary? His thinking wasn’t rational.
Because he was ill, she realized. She must be ill also. That was the only explanation for her attraction to him. “You’re contagious. What are your symptoms?”
“My kind doesn’t become ill.”
Every species was susceptible to some sort of illness. “You know you’re ill. This is a medical bay. That’s why you’re here.”
“I’m here for you.” Light reflected off sharp metal blades.
He was here for her. She was a medic. That was the only expertise she had. He must desire treatment, though he clearly couldn’t grasp that.
“You’re irrational.” Tifara listed his symptoms. “Violent, highly contagious, yet you’re continuing to exude pheromones.” She pushed herself upward, standing. “Come here.” She beckoned toward the sleeping support. “I have to examine you.”
“You believe I’m violent, irrational and contagious and you wish to examine me?” Incredulity colored his voice. “Did you learn nothing from the Palavian?”
“I learned the virus you have makes you violent.” Tifara smiled reassuringly and patted the surface of the sleeping support. “Sit here.”
“I don’t have a virus.” The male stepped forward.
Her jaw dropped. She’d expected a feverish, wild-eyed, flush-skinned being suffering from welts and boils, visibly ill, on the precipice of dying.
This male was the image of a warrior in his prime, devastatingly handsome, overwhelmingly virile, and extremely grim.
He was taller than any human she’d ever met; broad-shouldered, slender-hipped, encased in black body armor. His hair was dark brown, his eyes an even darker shade, his skin golden, his lips firm and flat. There were numbers inked high on his right cheek—J052154.
She stared at him with awe. “You’re a cyborg.”
“I’m a cyborg.” He dipped his head, his expression deadly serious.
“I can’t believe it.” Tifara hurried toward him. “I’ve always wanted to examine one of your kind.” She tilted her head back to gaze up at him. “You look so human.”
He narrowed his eyes at her.
“You’re huge.” She placed her palm on his chest, wishing it were bare. He shuddered, his reaction captivating her. “Responsive.” She knocked on his body armor. There was no give in his physique. “Solid.”
“Lethal.” His tone was dry. “Cyborgs are manufactured to kill.”
“Yes. Yes.” Tifara waved her right hand. If he had planned to kill her, she’d already be dead.
(grins) Death is going to have his big hands full, trying to keep his fearless medic safe.
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Defying Death
He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.
Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.
Even the human female he’s destined to love.
Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.
To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.
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