Cyn-Sights: Alien Languages
Many SciFi writers invent their own alien languages.
I don’t.
I use existing languages. They could be Native American languages or Polish or Croatian or, in the case of Warlord’s Bounty, Mongolian. There are hundreds, perhaps thousands, of languages in the world today. I use one of those.
Why?
Because it doesn’t benefit you, my reading buddies, to learn a language I’ve invented. No one except my characters would ever use that language. You won’t hear it on the streets of New York. You won’t meet someone from that planet/country and be able to share a word, showing respect for their culture and creating a bond between you.
But maybe some day, you’ll be able to use Mongolian (Warlord’s Bounty) or Polish (Moonbeam) or German (my dragon shifters). Best of all, you’ll know some beautiful words in that language. You’ll know that gerel means light in Mongolian. You’ll be able to say ‘I love you’ in Polish. You’ll know colors in German (my dragons are named after their colors).
Maybe your world will change because of that knowledge. Maybe you’ll make another person’s world a happier place.
I also feel if a species is so closely related to humans to be able to produce fertile children, continuing their species, it is also likely that species and humans originated from a common place. If they are biologically close, they could also be linguistically close.
Yes, I’ve thought about this quite a bit. I made a conscious decision to use existing languages when I first started writing SciFi. For me, it was the only logical choice. Oh, I just had a Spock moment, didn’t I? (grins)
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Ellora’s Cave
The bigger the bounty, the more dangerous the fugitive.
Khan, a Chamele warlord, has a huge bounty on his head. His enemy is willing to pay an outrageous amount to secure him. Khan wants to be apprehended, especially if the bounty hunter capturing him is a brown-eyed female with razor-sharp daggers and an even sharper tongue. He’ll allow her to subdue him sexually, his passion and prowess not inhibited by restraints, and when she collects her bounty, he’ll collect his revenge, killing his enemy and claiming his little bounty hunter forever.
Zeta doesn’t do forever. She captures the worst scum in the galaxy and trades them for credits. Khan is fierce and sexy and the most dominant male she has ever encountered, but he is also a fugitive, and once she sates herself with his body, she’ll betray him. It is her job.
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Cyn-Sights: Broken Valentine
The characters in Broken Valentine (Garvin, the bad a$$ mercenary cupid, and Valentine, a broken, bad tempered love fairy) live in the same world as my demons in the Demon Chronicles and my Christmas fairies.
I wrote this story for a friend of mine. She believes, truly believes, the more perfect a person is, the more likely she is to find love. Well, I found love (with my wonderful hubby – 20 years together) and I’m about as imperfect as a woman can get. I’m plump. I’m not good looking. I’m clumsy. I snort when I laugh. And I talk like Minnie Mouse on speed. But I have no doubt that my hubby loves me.
In this passage, the hero Garvin shares similar thoughts on love.
***
“They’re perfect. Look at them. I bet they don’t have a single scar on their flawless bodies.” Did she think only perfect people deserved love? He’d felt the scars on Val’s back during their fuckfest in the apartment. She wasn’t perfect. Did she not think she deserved love? “They haven’t lived yet. They’re babies. They can’t handle a grown up emotion like love. Love is hard and ugly and sweaty.”
***
By Cynthia Sax
Available Now From Changeling Press
Sometimes to get what you need, you have to break all the rules.
Cupids are the Fey world’s mercenaries. These elite archers are
assigned targets by love Fairies. Cupids then shoot the unsuspecting
humans with love arrows. They don’t question their assignments. They
don’t deviate from their targets. They complete their jobs and collect
their pay.
Until one Cupid changes everything.
The top Cupid, Garvin, is fed up with easy assignments. He wants a
challenge. After one random shooting spree, the scarred warrior gets
what he wants. An angry and sinfully sexy love Fairy is given the task
of supervising the bad boy archer. She will soon discover that breaking
the rules is contagious.
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FF-The Show
Here’s my answer to this week’s water flash fiction challenge
Ginger floated on her back in the pool – her absentee neighbor’s pool – and she stared up at the stars, pondering her choices. She no longer had any ties to L.A. There was no cheating bastard of a fiancé, no desperately homesick best friend, and as of 3 p.m. today, no minimum wage job at the all-you-can-eat curry pit.
She had nothing in L.A. She glanced at the darkened windows of the mansion she trespassed behind and she sighed. Nothing at all.
“I should leave.” She decided.
“Too soon,” a deep voice drawled. Ginger shrieked, flaying her arms and legs, splashing cool water over her hot skin. “You usually swim for another eighteen minutes and then…”
And then she lay in one of the deck chairs and masturbated. Her face heated. “You were watching.”
A match struck, lighting her neighbor’s rugged countenance. “Every damn night.” He grinned.
This is the Curry Mansion Inn in Key West, Florida
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Review For Speed Demon
Candy at Sensual Reads shares
“The reader will laugh out loud as he/she follows the exploits of these two officers. Can a supercop and a demon have a future together?”
Read the entire review here
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By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press
My name is Officer Sargent, Sarge to friends and fellow police
officers. You might have heard some rumors about me, but they’re all
lies. I’m not gay. I’m not. The reason I watch my partner’s back is
because that’s what cops do; we watch out for each other. It has nothing
to do with his broad shoulders or trim hips or shapely butt.
My partner Nero is a demon, and he has a sick sense of humor,
tricking me into thinking things no straight man should ever think. I’m a
genetically enhanced supercop, and I can handle his devilish magic.
That is until the unthinkable happens.
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Flash Fiction Challenge – Water, Water Everywhere
Here is the Changeling Flash Fiction Challenge for the week
** Water. Can be lake, shower, tub but has to take place in H20. **
Challenge:
– Write a quickie with the above theme
– 100 to 150 words
– Authors and readers can play
NOTE:
Please put “FF” or “Flash Fiction” (and a title) in your subject line so we don’t miss any potential plot bunnies.
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Nothing is more soothing than the sound of water rushing over rocks in Fiji
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New Review For Fangs In Fur!
Candy from Sensual Reads shares “Ms. Sax adds generous doses of humor to the story as she invades the private thoughts of her characters. The sex between Marrok and Helena is hot enough to scorch the pages of this book.”
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FANGS IN FUR
Now Available From Changeling Press
I’m Helena and I’m no delicate flower, my rough touch making former paranormal lovers cry. I’m looking for someone big and strong and preferably not a wolf, especially not that alpha wolf I have stalking me.
I’m not attracted to him — no matter how wide his shoulders or how high his pain tolerance. I’m not that foolish. Lasting relationships between wolves and vampires are forbidden, and this male has the gleam of forever in his wild eyes. He is determined to make me his mate and that, I know, will break the fragile peace between our species.
There’s a thin, blood-red line between enemies and lovers. I’m about to cross it.
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Encounter – Dragon Lord’s Mate: A Fortnight Is Too Long
I wrote an Encounter (a sexy extra scene) for Dragon Lord’s Mate also.
Dragon Lord’s Mate: A Fortnight Is Too Long
A smile of anticipation lightened Grun’s grim face, clearly communicating to Taja that her huge brute of a husband was aware of her presence. He was blissfully unaware of her intent, however. He continued to ride toward her, the hooves of his black steed devouring the distance between them. Taja raised her bow, an arrow notched and ready.
The movement drew his eyes, that lustful black gaze at last resting upon her. Warmth swirled within Taja’s pussy. Fucking through their mate link had eased her need, but could not fully satisfy her, causing every minute away from him to become sweet torment, an extended foreplay with no resolution. For prolonging that agony, he deserved this retribution. Taja drew back the arrow, the feathers rustling in the breeze.
“Taja,” he growled. His voice was low and deep, promising a dark passion. A shiver of delight ran though her body.
She chose not to heed his warning, releasing the arrow. Her aim was true. Metal dinged against metal as the arrow bounced off his shield. Grun rode on relentlessly, making no move to protect himself. He was an arrogant warrior, her mate. He would never retreat, forcing her surrender. Slick moisture coated the crotch of Taja’s breeches.
“You go too far, lady wife.” He dismounted at a gallop, rolling. “I told you to wait inside the castle keep.” He drew himself up to his full impressive height, cracking his knuckles.
She backed up slowly, watching him with a mixture of wariness and arousal. She longed to have those rough, coarse hands on her skin. “You also told me it was a three day ride.” He had been away for a fortnight. That was an unacceptable delay. “I have needs, my lord husband.” She rubbed the ache between her thighs. “I could not wait another moment.” She drew her tunic over her head. Sunlight caressed her bare breasts.
He tossed his own tunic aside. His chest was broad and muscular, crisscrossed with scars. “I have needs too, mate.” He stroked the bulge in his breeches as he walked. His long, thick cock was clearly outlined, an effective visual distraction. Taja licked her lips. “Yet I do not put my safety at risk to satisfy them.”
“I was in no danger. I knew you were near.” She pulled her breeches down and kicked them toward him, her nakedness causing Grun’s face to darken more.
“You are in danger.” He discarded his breeches also, his cock springing free. “You are in grave danger.”
A flicker of his eyes was her only warning. She darted as he lunged. His hand grazed her thigh. She ran from him, the grass whipping at her bare legs. He stalked after her, playing with her the way a dragon would play with a deer, batting her ankles with his palms, brushing his fingers against her calves.
He downed her when she zagged when she should have zigged and she rolled in his arms as they fell. She landed with a thump on top of a very aroused male body.
“You will not put yourself in danger again, mate.” Grun pinned her arms behind her. He breathed heavily, smelling of smoke and horse and man. “I will not allow it.”
“You will not tarry when you are far from me.” She raised her head, sticking out her chin. She could be as stubborn as he. “I will not allow it.”
He drew her arms back farther, arching her back, thrusting her breasts upward. “You are in no position to demand any boons from me.” He nipped at her nipples. Taja sucked in her breath at the mix of pleasure and pain. “You are my captive.” He released her arms, cupping her breasts.
“I am in the perfect position to demand boons.” She slipped down his body until her pussy lips cradled his hard cock. “And I am not the captive.” She lifted her hips, coating his shaft with her juices, until the ridge of his cockhead teased her clit.
He groaned, a long drawn out rumble starting in the base of his stomach and moving up his chest. His muscles contracted until he was coiled like a wild thing under her. “I missed you, lady wife.” With those husky words, his control was released. He flipped her onto her back, his mouth sucking hard on her neck, her breasts, her nipples. He attacked her body, touching her with hungry hands. He was so rough, so strong. She near lost her mind with desire.
“Fuck me, Grun.” She spread her legs, her pussy open and waiting. “Fuck me, hard.” She liked that she drove him to this, that he lost his renowned restraint around her, that he became one with his beast while loving her. It made her feel powerful and sexy, like a woman rather than a warrior
The sound coming from her mate’s lips was more dracon than human. Grun sat back on his haunches and reached out to her, his callused fingers digging into her ass as he raised her hips. One thrust and he buried himself up to his balls, her pussy gratifyingly stretched and raw with his assault.
This was what she missed. “Harder, Grun.” She clawed at his shoulders, desperate for more. He withdrew and surged into her again, harder. She shuddered, her pussy vibrating with pleasure around his cock. “Harder.”
He dominated her, body and mind, riding her without mercy, entering her with such strength that she thought she might split in two. She panted, he grunted, their animal sounds echoing across the clearing. They weren’t lord and lady. They were dracon and mate, fucking like primitive beasts.
“Grun!” she screamed as she came, clenching his shaft in a tight embrace. He filled her one, two, three times more before shouting his own release, his booming voice scaring birds into flight.
“Fuck, mate.” He collapsed upon her, pressing her into the soft grass. “I will grant you your boon. A fortnight is too long.”
By Cynthia Sax
Available Now From Changeling Press
There comes a time when even princesses have to give up their dream men.
Every night in her dreams, Princess Taja experiments sexually with a
dragon lord. She knows he isn’t real. Her fantasy man is pressing her
for a commitment, something she can’t and won’t give. She needs a flesh
and blood man to safeguard her kingdom, not a man her lonely heart
conjured up. When the line between dream and reality blurs, will
Princess Taja find love?
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WayBack Wednesday: Dragon Lord’s Mate
Every Wednesday, I’ll be discussing older stories that I’ve written and still love. I’ll talk about why I love them and what makes them special.
It is only right that I start this feature with Dragon Lord’s Mate. Dragon Lord’s Mate was my first published story. It combines two of my great loves – medieval romance and dragons.
Grun is a delicious hero. He’s scarred and war weary. He takes his responsibilities very seriously yet he longs for a companion, a mate, to share his long days with.
Taja, the heroine, has never had anyone want her. She’s the spare heir to her kingdom. She isn’t graceful or beautiful like her cousin Sabine. She can’t believe that the mysterious and often feared Lord of Schattenhaft wants her and he wants her so badly, he’s willing to fight to the death for her.
This is a bit of my favorite scene in Dragon Lord’s Mate
***
She shouldn’t be here. If she were caught, her reputation would be in ruins. But she had to see him before he fought. “I wish to speak with Lord Schattenhaft.” He stood to the side, his back to her, clad in form-fitting black armor.
“Leave us,” he rumbled. They did, silently, without question. Grun faced her. He looked taller, somehow, broader, a fierce warrior. Black eyes met hers. “Taja?”
He was magnificent and she wanted him. She couldn’t have him. Not now. Later. She swallowed. “Here.” She held out a piece of black silk. He took it, his rough fingers brushing against hers, sending tremors straight down to her pussy. “I am told some ladies give their lords a token to remind them of what they fight for.”
He brought the fabric up to his nose, breathed in. “Some lords would never forget.” He tucked the handkerchief underneath his armor, in the area of his heart.
***
Yeah, Grun has some great lines. (grins)
By Cynthia Sax
Available Now From Changeling Press
There comes a time when even princesses have to give up their dream men.
Every night in her dreams, Princess Taja experiments sexually with a
dragon lord. She knows he isn’t real. Her fantasy man is pressing her
for a commitment, something she can’t and won’t give. She needs a flesh
and blood man to safeguard her kingdom, not a man her lonely heart
conjured up. When the line between dream and reality blurs, will
Princess Taja find love?
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Visiting Cassandra Carr
A.M. Griffin and I are visiting the always wonderful Cassandra Carr today. We’ll be talking about our latest SciFi erotic romance releases!
http://booksbycassandracarr.com/wordpress/?p=2607
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Ellora’s Cave
The bigger the bounty, the more dangerous the fugitive.
Khan, a Chamele warlord, has a huge bounty on his head. His enemy is willing to pay an outrageous amount to secure him. Khan wants to be apprehended, especially if the bounty hunter capturing him is a brown-eyed female with razor-sharp daggers and an even sharper tongue. He’ll allow her to subdue him sexually, his passion and prowess not inhibited by restraints, and when she collects her bounty, he’ll collect his revenge, killing his enemy and claiming his little bounty hunter forever.
Zeta doesn’t do forever. She captures the worst scum in the galaxy and trades them for credits. Khan is fierce and sexy and the most dominant male she has ever encountered, but he is also a fugitive, and once she sates herself with his body, she’ll betray him. It is her job.
Buy It Now At: http://www.ellorascave.com/warlord-s-bounty.html
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Why I Love Nutella
I love Nutella. That’s probably the worst kept secret in the world. I talk about this hazelnut chocolate goodness all of the time. I prefer to eat it straight out of the jar with a spoon OR the best way possible – in the middle of a hot crepe with a sprinkle of icing sugar over top.
I associate Nutella with happiness and with writing because the first time I ever had Nutella was on a crepe from one of the notorious street crepe makers in Paris, France (yes, the same crepe makers who got run out of gay Paris for sleeping on their carts and performing other non-hygienic stunts).
I went to Paris with a group of students during my senior year in high school. I was 17 years old. I had never been out of the country before. I painted. I wrote. I loved French history (with their decapitations and their women warriors). I fell in love with Paris instantly.
Our chaperones had dozens of students to supervise so I would wander the streets by myself. Dangerous, yes, but it added to the fun. I was young and free and much more interested in the art and architecture than getting into trouble.
I also was on a budget and whenever I’d get hungry, I’d buy a crepe. The crepe makers would tell me stories. They’d been everywhere, seen everything. They, mostly male, would flirt with me, making me feel like a sophisticated femme fatale.
One Of The Crepe Makers In Paris, France
Looking back, I could also see they were protecting me, telling me to check in with so-and-so along my route. When I was late, that so-and-so would ‘accidentally’ bump into me. They made the dangerous streets a little less dangerous while still giving me my freedom.
Now, whenever I suck on a spoon of Nutella, I think of that first trip to Paris and I smile.
This Crepe, Filled With Nutella and Sprinkled With Icing Sugar, Was Made at Le Buffet, Paris Casino, Las Vegas
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