Doc’s Orders And The Khambalian Language
Khambalians look similar to this except their hair, skin, eyes, etc. are metallic gold and they radiate light.
I adhere to the common ancestor theory for my aliens (we all originate from the same beings). This means I use Earth languages as a basis for my alien languages.
(One of the other reasons I use Earth languages is it is more helpful for us to learn words in an existing language we might actually use in day-to-day life than a fictional language we’ll never use again. Plus languages here on Earth change and disappear every day. There’s an article about that here – https://www.thestar.com/news/world/2013/04/15/dying_languages_scientists_fret_as_one_disappears_every_14_days.html Incorporating these languages into my stories is one small way I can preserve them.)
The Khambalians, the alien beings in Doc’s Orders, speak a variation of Finnish.
Why Finnish?
The Khambalians are similar to the Elves in The Lord Of The Rings. They have pointed ears. They’re in tune with nature, living in the trees. They glow and are graceful.
Quenya, one of Tolkien’s elf languages, is based on Finnish. It made sense for me that the Khambalians’ language would have the same base.
Do you need to have a knowledge of Finnish to enjoy Doc’s Orders?
Of course not.
The Finnish-based alien language in Doc’s Orders is only used for the names of animals and beings native to Khambalia 5.
Those wouldn’t be translated to English or, in the cyborgs’ case, to the universal language.
The heroine’s sister, for example, is called Sisko, which is roughly the Finnish translation for sister. Yes, that’s one of my many jokes. I often name beings for who they are. It wouldn’t make sense for Doc, our cyborg hero, to call Sisko Sister. That isn’t her name OR her connection to him.
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Doc’s Orders
She wants both sides of her cyborg—the medic AND the beast.
A fully functional cyborg is balanced. His machine half and his organic half work together to produce the perfect warrior.
Doc isn’t fully functional.
The G Model operates at the two extremes. When his machine is in complete control, he’s the logic-driven medic, saving lifespans. Once his organics take charge, he becomes the savage beast…and beings die.
Both sides of Doc want to be the first to claim his female.
Allinen is one of the few beings in her small settlement who wasn’t born with a fated mate. Determined to belong somewhere, she has crafted a plan to leave the planet.
That plan doesn’t involve a huge stormy-eyed male who alternates between cool seduction and out-of-control ravishment. Doc isn’t her fated mate. Allinen knows that. But his dual nature and forbidden embraces tempt her to forget forever and indulge in more immediate delights.
Neither side of Doc views their relationship as being temporary. Her conflicted cyborg is prepared to battle her family, her planet and death itself to keep her.
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Doc’s Orders And Khambalia 5
Doc’s Orders is set on Khambalia 5, a planet in the cyborg’s sector. Khambalia 5’s fragmented crust is constantly shifting. This creates lava pockets. Pressure builds and lava spurts out of the ground, similar to our volcanoes here on Earth. The lava pockets make landing on the planet extremely dangerous.
The air on Khambalia 5 is toxic to humans. The local humanoids and creatures have adapted to it. Many visitors, however, become sick and die. Not many of them last long on the planet.
Khambalia 5 is a nod to Khambalia, a very real star in our universe. The Bayer Name is Lambda Virginis. Khambalia is a blue main sequence star and is situated 186.49 light years from Earth. It can often be seen with the naked eye. You don’t need a telescope or binoculars to see it.
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Doc’s Orders
She wants both sides of her cyborg—the medic AND the beast.
A fully functional cyborg is balanced. His machine half and his organic half work together to produce the perfect warrior.
Doc isn’t fully functional.
The G Model operates at the two extremes. When his machine is in complete control, he’s the logic-driven medic, saving lifespans. Once his organics take charge, he becomes the savage beast…and beings die.
Both sides of Doc want to be the first to claim his female.
Allinen is one of the few beings in her small settlement who wasn’t born with a fated mate. Determined to belong somewhere, she has crafted a plan to leave the planet.
That plan doesn’t involve a huge stormy-eyed male who alternates between cool seduction and out-of-control ravishment. Doc isn’t her fated mate. Allinen knows that. But his dual nature and forbidden embraces tempt her to forget forever and indulge in more immediate delights.
Neither side of Doc views their relationship as being temporary. Her conflicted cyborg is prepared to battle her family, her planet and death itself to keep her.
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Doc’s Orders And Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde
Doc’s Orders, my July cyborg romance release, is a SciFi Romance nod to Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde, one of my favorite classic stories.
Written by Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde tells the story of a man split into two distinct personalities – the nice, kind, healing doctor and the evil, emotional, monstrous killer.
Yes, I’ve always been fascinated by beings with dual natures. (grins)
Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, cyborgs are also torn between their two sides. They are half organic, half machine. Their organic side is emotion-driven. Their machine side is governed by logic.
Usually, these two sides are in balance. A cyborg’s organic half is offset by his machine half.
In Doc’s case, however, he has no moderation. He bounces between the two extremes. He’s either all organic or all machine.
Since he escaped the Humanoid Alliance’s cruel control, he has been the cool, emotionless medic, repairing his brethren with a cyborg precision.
His machine side has been in charge…until he meets his female.
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Doc’s Orders
She wants both sides of her cyborg—the medic AND the beast.
A fully functional cyborg is balanced. His machine half and his organic half work together to produce the perfect warrior.
Doc isn’t fully functional.
The G Model operates at the two extremes. When his machine is in complete control, he’s the logic-driven medic, saving lifespans. Once his organics take charge, he becomes the savage beast…and beings die.
Both sides of Doc want to be the first to claim his female.
Allinen is one of the few beings in her small settlement who wasn’t born with a fated mate. Determined to belong somewhere, she has crafted a plan to leave the planet.
That plan doesn’t involve a huge stormy-eyed male who alternates between cool seduction and out-of-control ravishment. Doc isn’t her fated mate. Allinen knows that. But his dual nature and forbidden embraces tempt her to forget forever and indulge in more immediate delights.
Neither side of Doc views their relationship as being temporary. Her conflicted cyborg is prepared to battle her family, her planet and death itself to keep her.
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Doc’s Orders – The First Scene Of The First Chapter
Doc’s Orders will be releasing on July 16th.
While we’re waiting for release day, I’ll be sharing the first chapter with you.
Today, I’m sharing the first scene.
Doc wasn’t fully functional.
A fully functional cyborg was perfectly balanced. He was half organic, half machine. Circumstances might call for more logic or more emotion, and during those times one of the sides was dominant. But both parts of a cyborg were always present, moderating the actions of the other.
Since the moment he was manufactured, Doc had swung between the two extremes. If his machine was in control, his organic side was silent. If his organic side was in control…beings died.
While serving the Humanoid Alliance, he had utilized both of his sides. He released his organics during battle, killing his opponents with a fervor that shocked even himself. Off the battlefield, his logical half had been fully in charge. He became the cold machine the humans assumed all cyborgs were.
Since he and his brethren had escaped their cruel manufacturers, there had been no reason to release his organics. The machine side suited his role as Chief Medic on board the Reckless, a cyborg-controlled warship. He was expected to be calm and rational. His decisions were based on calculations and science, not emotion.
No one realized he was damaged.
Everyone realized Captain, and Chuckles—the Communications Officer, were damaged, and that made Doc uneasy.
A damaged cyborg was a dead cyborg. He’d learned that from the Humanoid Alliance. Some of his brethren had been decommissioned, killed in the most painful way possible, because they had experienced a minor malfunction.
Doc was determined to repair the Captain’s stripped-to-the-frame feet and Chuckles’ malfunctioning knee.
Seeking to do that, he experimented on himself.
He grimaced as he slashed the scar on his forearm multiple times with the tip of one of his daggers. Blood gushed. His mechanics were exposed, the silver metal reflecting the lights shining above his head.
Wanting the test to be pure, to be uninfluenced by additional inputs, he hadn’t injected himself with pain inhibitors. The hurt he experienced was intense but it was manageable.
Much of his lifespan had been spent in anguish. The Humanoid Alliance had enjoyed torturing their cyborg warriors. Pain had been constant, became normal. It didn’t trigger his organic side.
Doc attached circuits to his now-mutilated flesh and directed bolts of energy into the self-inflicted wound.
Fraggin’ hole. His lips flattened as the pain intensified.
Once, during battle, the enemy had plunged a heated blade into him again and again. That was the level of agony he was now experiencing.
The doors to the medic bay opened and closed. Doc didn’t look up. All of his attention remained focused on his task. He didn’t have to visually verify the being’s identity. He could sense Truth’s presence.
“I’ll run a diagnostic on you in a moment,” he told the cyborg.
“You should run a diagnostic on yourself, G Model.” Truth snorted. “We’re nearing Khambalia 5 and Captain expects us to be positioned on the bridge.”
“I’m aware of that requirement.” Doc stopped the energy flow, removed the circuits, and frowned down at his arm. Blood pooled around it. “It was saved in my databases. There’s no need to mention it a second time.”
That part of him wasn’t malfunctioning.
“We approach the planet mere moments from now and you remain here. That’s why I’m mentioning it a second time.” Truth’s shadow fell across the wound. “Are you still trying to delete that scar you gave yourself?”
“I projected if I stimulated the scarred flesh, my nanocybotics might view it as a new wound and repair it.” He could then apply the same process to Captain and to Chuckles, repair their older damage. “My projection was wrong.”
His nanocybotics, the part of him that repaired damage, was restoring the raised skin. His scar would remain.
Truth narrowed his eyes at him. “If you’re doing this for Chuckles, that grumpy bag of bolts hasn’t grumbled about a repair since he found his female.”
“The repair could be applied to Captain also.” Doc wrapped his arm with gauze. That feat would have been much easier to accomplish if he still had an assistant.
“Captain has never expressed any interest in repairing his feet.” Truth shook his head. “You’re damaging yourself for no reason.”
“Knowledge always has a purpose.” Doc tapped on a private viewscreen. Cleaner bots rolled out of compartments in the walls and rushed around, sucking up the blood, polishing the floor tiles. “And there’s no need for them to express interest. Every cyborg wants to be fully functional.”
“Tell Captain he isn’t fully functional, G Model, and your next experiment will be determining how long you can survive after being jettisoned into open space.” Truth grinned.
The warrior was right. Captain wouldn’t take that insinuation well.
Reading the next scene (available June 24th) here: http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6871
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Doc’s Orders
She wants both sides of her cyborg—the medic AND the beast.
A fully functional cyborg is balanced. His machine half and his organic half work together to produce the perfect warrior.
Doc isn’t fully functional.
The G Model operates at the two extremes. When his machine is in complete control, he’s the logic-driven medic, saving lifespans. Once his organics take charge, he becomes the savage beast…and beings die.
Both sides of Doc want to be the first to claim his female.
Allinen is one of the few beings in her small settlement who wasn’t born with a fated mate. Determined to belong somewhere, she has crafted a plan to leave the planet.
That plan doesn’t involve a huge stormy-eyed male who alternates between cool seduction and out-of-control ravishment. Doc isn’t her fated mate. Allinen knows that. But his dual nature and forbidden embraces tempt her to forget forever and indulge in more immediate delights.
Neither side of Doc views their relationship as being temporary. Her conflicted cyborg is prepared to battle her family, her planet and death itself to keep her.
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Doc’s Orders Available For Pre-Order
Doc’s Orders, the next story in the Cyborg Space Exploration series, will be releasing on July 16th.
It is available for pre-order right now.
Doc’s Orders
She wants both sides of her cyborg—the medic AND the beast.
A fully functional cyborg is balanced. His machine half and his organic half work together to produce the perfect warrior.
Doc isn’t fully functional.
The G Model operates at the two extremes. When his machine is in complete control, he’s the logic-driven medic, saving lifespans. Once his organics take charge, he becomes the savage beast…and beings die.
Both sides of Doc want to be the first to claim his female.
Allinen is one of the few beings in her small settlement who wasn’t born with a fated mate. Determined to belong somewhere, she has crafted a plan to leave the planet.
That plan doesn’t involve a huge stormy-eyed male who alternates between cool seduction and out-of-control ravishment. Doc isn’t her fated mate. Allinen knows that. But his dual nature and forbidden embraces tempt her to forget forever and indulge in more immediate delights.
Neither side of Doc views their relationship as being temporary. Her conflicted cyborg is prepared to battle her family, her planet and death itself to keep her.
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https://www.amazon.com/Docs-Orders-Cyborg-Space-Exploration-ebook/dp/B07RML2WG1
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Warlord’s Bounty – Fourth Scene Of The First Chapter
Warlord’s Bounty, the second story in the Chamele Barbarian Warlords series, will be releasing on May 14th.
I’m sharing the first chapter while we wait.
You can read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6815
Today, I’m sharing the fourth and final scene of the first chapter.
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“Murad will be used as bait.” Berke disagreed with Khan’s participation in the plan. “The bounty hunter will try to limit our access to her ship’s systems. Countering that requires Murad’s skills. He can intercept communications, track Tolui’s approach, take over control of the vessel before that rogue male boards it.”
“I will be the warrior to do that.” Khan wouldn’t move on his position. “The bounty hunter will land on Chamele 4. While she’s tracking her original target, Murad will enter her ship and give me access.” He looked at his younger brother, seeking his agreement.
Murad shrugged. “Either way works for me.”
“It doesn’t work for me.” Berke was determined to be a hard-ass. “The warrior also has to be skilled in deception. He must lie to the bounty hunter, act as though he doesn’t want to be caught.”
“I can do that.” Khan heard the doubt in his own voice.
Berke’s expression said he didn’t believe him.
“I can do that as well as Murad can.” He amended his statement.
Subterfuge wasn’t a Chamele strength. Conversations were blunt, without artifice. Lies were abhorred. Enemies were confronted face-to-face, no tricks, no dishonesty.
Deceiving another being, especially his gerel, didn’t appeal to Khan. But if it was necessary in order to defeat Tolui, he’d swallow his qualms.
“I’m the best warrior in the Chamele sector.” He presented the case for being chosen. “Tolui tried to kill my second-in-command.” That had been a strike right at his soul. “He’s abducted some of the females and children under my protection, stolen my ships, taunted me again and again.” Fury flowed through him. “He caused the deaths of three of my warriors and two mates this planet rotation alone.” Those deaths continued to anger him. “I’ve earned the right to face the warrior, to be the one to end his lifespan.”
“He’s abducted females and children from all of our planets.” Berke leaned forward.
Khan did that same. “I’m our best warrior.” He repeated that undeniable fact.
“Khan is our best warrior.” Murad didn’t challenge him for that title. “I’ll give myself as much remote access to the ship as possible. Though I suspect Khan can merely overpower the bounty hunter if that is required…providing she’s humanoid.”
“She’s humanoid.” She was genetically compatible with him. She had to be humanoid. “I can deal with the bounty hunter.” That prospect excited him. “Leave her and Tolui to me.”
Berke held his gaze.
Moments passed, moments that could have been utilized to implement the strategy, stop the enemy.
“You have to stick to the plan.” His older brother warned him. “I’ve detailed every step of it. There’s no space for rash action, for charging into battle with your claws extended.”
Charging into battle with his claws extended was what had won the Succession Wars for them. Khan kept his countenance as blank as possible. “Why would I deviate from your plan?”
“I don’t know.” Murad’s eyes danced with humor. “Maybe because you’ve never stuck to a plan in your entire lifespan?”
Khan scowled at his younger brother before returning his gaze to Berke. “If my reward is killing Tolui, I’ll do anything you ask me to do.
There was another frustrating pause.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this.” His brother exhaled noisily. “But yes, you can be bait.”
Khan smothered a triumphant grin. He would be the warrior meeting with his bounty hunter.
“Murad, you’ll enter the bounty hunter’s ship, commandeer her systems.” Berke assigned their younger brother that role. “I’ll coordinate everything from Chamele 1.”
Berke’s planet was the farthest from the sun, closest to the edge of Chamele territory. His priority was ensuring the entire sector was protected from invasion.
“Do what you need to do to prepare.” Berke gave them those instructions. “We’ll go over the plan in detail at sunrise.” He ended the transmission.
The images of his brothers disappeared from the viewscreen, as did the footage of the ship. Khan brought that footage back, gazed at the vessel.
His gerel was inside it.
During the Succession Wars, he’d traveled to all of the planets, had interacted with almost every being in the Chamele sector. None of them had affected him.
He’d accepted he wouldn’t have a gerel, had focused on fighting, on protecting others. And he’d enjoyed that. Greatly. A born warrior, he belonged on the battlefield, had relished defeating enemies, wielding swords and axes, and utilizing his claws.
That part of his lifespan would soon end. After they’d killed Tolui, the sector would be peaceful.
Boring.
Bonding with his gerel might ease the ennui…if they survived the less-than-optimal start to their relationship.
For Berke’s plan to work, he had to deceive his gerel. And she would eventually have to betray him.
Zondoo. Khan raked his fingers through his hair. He had killed beings for doing less.
Their bond would physically last a lifespan. Emotionally, it might be severed before it could fully form.
But there were no other honorable choices. His role as Warlord meant he had a responsibility to his loyal warriors and their families.
He had to risk his one chance at companionship, at having a mate, children, to stop Tolui, to end the threats against the beings he protected.
Khan tapped on the viewscreen. “Second.”
“My lord.” Oghul’s scarred face appeared on the surface.
“There’s a ship entering the Chamele sector.” He sent his gerel’s coordinates to the male. “I want two of our best ships to escort it to Chamele 4. They are to stay as far away from the vessel as possible while still protecting it. They aren’t to communicate with its captain unless I approve that communication. Understand?”
“I understand, my lord.” Oghul’s head dipped. “One of those ships will be mine.”
“Assign the task to two other crews.” Khan needed his best warrior elsewhere. “I will be going off-planet for a while and will have limited access to communications. I need you to guard Chamele 2.”
“Yes, my lord.” Oghul stood taller, his second-in-command recognizing his assignment as the honor it was.
“If there is an incident you can’t handle, contact Warlord Berke on Chamele 1.” His brother would protect Khan’s planet and his beings also. “I’m counting on you, Second.”
“I won’t let you down, my lord.” The warrior’s chin lifted.
“I know you won’t.” The male had earned Khan’s trust. Oghul had never betrayed him, had never deceived him.
Khan ended the communication and gazed at his gerel’s ship.
Would he be able to forgive Zeta after she delivered him to the enemy, after she traded his lifespan for a handful of credits?
Would she ever view him as honorable once his lies were exposed?
Allies or enemies, there was no middle ground. Not for him. Not for them.
He hoped for the former.
Their dubious beginning pointed to the latter.
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Warlord’s Bounty
Wanted: One Barbarian Warrior.
The bigger the bounty, the more dangerous the target.
Khan, a Chamele Warlord, has a huge bounty on his head. His enemy wants him captured and is offering any being in the universe an outrageous number of credits to accomplish that.
Khan wants to be captured, but only if the being apprehending him is a tiny, brown-eyed female with wickedly sharp daggers and an even sharper tongue. His passion for the feisty human can’t be inhibited by restraints. He’ll allow her to subdue him…in a variety of enticing ways.
When she finally collects her credits, he’ll collect his revenge, killing his enemy and claiming his little bounty hunter forever.
Zeta doesn’t do forever. After a lifespan of chasing dangerous beings across galaxies, apprehending and trading them for credits, she doesn’t get involved emotionally…with anyone.
Khan might be fierce and sexy and the most dominant male she has ever encountered, but the barbarian is also her target, and once she sates herself with his body, she’ll betray him.
That’s her job.
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Warlord’s Bounty is based on a much shorter story sharing the same title.
(If you already have the shorter story, please contact me.)
It is a STANDALONE Alien Barbarian SciFi Romance set in a dark, gritty, sometimes violent universe.
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Warlord’s Bounty – Third Scene Of The First Chapter
Warlord’s Bounty, the second story in the Chamele Barbarian Warlords series, will be releasing on May 14th.
I’m sharing the first chapter while we wait.
You can read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6815
Today, I’m sharing the third scene.
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“He’s evading us by staying airborne.” Khan was certain about that. It was what he would do. “I say we ground our fleets and blast the remaining ships out of space.”
It was a drastic measure. There could be casualties amongst the innocent. But it should work.
“I have crafted a less risky plan.” Berke always had a strategy. He didn’t always deem to share it with the rest of them.
“Tell me what I need to do.” Khan didn’t care what the task was. He was ready.
His more-cautious older brother was not. “Murad, did you uncover any information on who has placed the bounties on our heads?”
Khan frowned. This was the first he’d heard of any bounties on their heads.
“All of the bounties originated within the sector. They…or he wants us alive. That’s all I could find out.” And that irked his technologically savvy brother. Khan heard that in his voice.
“Tolui must have funded the bounties.” That was the only being still seeking to harm them.
“That would be my wager also.” Berke shocked Khan by agreeing with him twice in one conversation. “He’s willing to pay to capture us.”
“He wants to kill us himself.” Khan preferred Tolui’s lifespan be ended by his own hand also. “His strategy won’t be successful. No bounty hunter would be foolish enough to enter our sector.”
They’d be blown out of the space. Chameles protected their own.
“Meet foolish bounty hunter number one.” Berke’s tone was dry.
An image of a mid-sized ship was displayed on the viewscreen. It was heading toward their border.
“That was fast.” Murad lifted his eyebrows. “The bounties were posted three planet rotations ago.”
Khan magnified the image of the ship. It was old and in poor repair. Its panels were dented and dull. The guns appeared to be barely functional. “He plans to retrieve us in that?” He snorted. That was insulting.
“Hunt, not retrieve.” Berke corrected him. “Retrievers were slaves to the Humanoid Alliance.” His elder brother’s gaze turned distant. “Bounty hunters are independent. They choose whom and where they hunt.”
What in the universe was his older brother yammering on about? “I’ll interrogate this bounty hunter-not-retriever.” Khan would force him to relay his client’s location.
“When did you suddenly become an expert in bounty hunters?” Murad stared at their older brother. “They don’t operate within our sector.”
“There will be no interrogation of the bounty hunter.” Berke’s eyes hardened once more. “This is my plan.”
He said that as though it explained everything…which it did. Their always-needing-to-be-in-control brother didn’t leave much to chance. He researched all players in any strategy he crafted.
“And she isn’t hunting us.” Berke shook his head. “She is tracking another target.”
“She.” Both Khan and Murad repeated that revelation.
Chamele females were as fierce as the males, often fighting beside them. But, according to Khan’s intelligence, many of the species outside their sector viewed females as weak, didn’t consider them worthy of being warriors.
The bounty hunter’s species must be an exception.
“She is tracking another Chamele?” Khan lifted his eyebrows. “How many of our kind have bounties on their heads?”
“I didn’t say her target was a Chamele.” Berke tapped on his viewscreen.
“Gale, are you there?” The most intoxicating voice Khan had ever heard filled the chamber.
His body responded to it, his muscles flexing, his cock hardening.
That extreme reaction could only mean one thing—the female speaking was his gerel, the one being genetically compatible with him.
She existed. His mind spun from the wonder of that realization. Some warriors never located their gerels.
He had.
“I’m always here.” Another female answered her query. “I don’t gad about the universe like you do.”
Murad’s head lifted. “What the—”
“I wished I gadded about it less.” Khan’s gerel sighed, the sound coiling around his balls and stroking his shaft. “The Vault didn’t reach its destination. That was a dead end.”
“So you’re coming home?” Hope lilted the other female’s, Gale’s words. She cared for Khan’s gerel, wanted to see her.
“Not yet. I got a ping off the target’s ship. It was faint but I was able to track its location.” His female loved the hunt. He heard that in her tones. “It’s close to my current location, but not in an optimal place, unfortunately. I should still be able to get to it.”
“If the site is difficult to access, the Designer likely died en route to it.” Gale offered that logical advice. “The client wants him alive. He’s no use to us in any other state.”
“He’s there and he’s alive.” His gerel’s optimism rang through the transmission lines. “He’s got to be.”
Gale clucked her tongue. “Don’t take unnecessary risks.”
“I never do.”
“You always do, Zeta.”
Zeta. His gerel’s name was Zeta.
“You’re right.” She laughed, her mirth bubbling around him. “Taking risks is part of the fun.”
“It won’t be fun if you die.” The other female disapproved of his female’s fearlessness. “Which reminds me…did you remember to secure the line this time?”
“Of course, I remembered.” His gerel sounded indignant.
“Did you secure both the audio and the video?” Gale pressed the issue. “You know your ship no longer syncs the two.”
The vessel didn’t sync audio and video? Khan stared at the blank viewscreen. How antiquated was it?
“Shit.” His gerel cursed. “I forgot to secure the audio.”
The transmission ended. The silence formed a void inside him, a space where her voice had once been.
“We’re not blowing up the bounty hunter’s ship.” He blurted that thought into the quiet.
Both of his brothers looked at him as though he’d lost his mind…which he supposed he had. The enemy should be his focus, not his gerel.
He would have a lifespan to dedicate to her.
“Blowing up the bounty hunter’s ship wouldn’t suit our purposes.” Berke crossed his arms in front of his chest. “We need her to trap Tolui.”
Khan didn’t like that idea either. “She’s chasing a different target, the Designer being they mentioned.” He paused, some of the pieces falling into place. “That ping was from the ship on Chamele 4, wasn’t it?” Murad’s males had downed it. He shifted his gaze to his brother. “The tracking device was left on it, fully functional.”
Murad rolled his eyes. “The tracking device was buried deep in the sand. It would have taken too long to retrieve.”
That could put them all at risk. Khan pressed his lips together. The signal could attract potential enemies.
He would have insisted his warriors retrieve the tracking device.
“Her target is dead.” Berke met his gaze. “She needs a new target.”
His brother’s plan became clear.
“I’ll be her new target.” Khan claimed that prized role, eager to take action. “We’ll use me as bait. Tolui will rendezvous with her ship, expecting to take delivery of me, and I’ll kill him.”
Read the next installment (Available May 6th): http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6832
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Warlord’s Bounty
Wanted: One Barbarian Warrior.
The bigger the bounty, the more dangerous the target.
Khan, a Chamele Warlord, has a huge bounty on his head. His enemy wants him captured and is offering any being in the universe an outrageous number of credits to accomplish that.
Khan wants to be captured, but only if the being apprehending him is a tiny, brown-eyed female with wickedly sharp daggers and an even sharper tongue. His passion for the feisty human can’t be inhibited by restraints. He’ll allow her to subdue him…in a variety of enticing ways.
When she finally collects her credits, he’ll collect his revenge, killing his enemy and claiming his little bounty hunter forever.
Zeta doesn’t do forever. After a lifespan of chasing dangerous beings across galaxies, apprehending and trading them for credits, she doesn’t get involved emotionally…with anyone.
Khan might be fierce and sexy and the most dominant male she has ever encountered, but the barbarian is also her target, and once she sates herself with his body, she’ll betray him.
That’s her job.
* * *
Warlord’s Bounty is based on a much shorter story sharing the same title.
(If you already have the shorter story, please contact me.)
It is a STANDALONE Alien Barbarian SciFi Romance set in a dark, gritty, sometimes violent universe.
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Warlord’s Bounty – Second Scene Of The First Chapter
Warlord’s Bounty, the second story in the Chamele Barbarian Warlords series, will be releasing on May 14th.
I’m sharing the first chapter.
You can read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6815
Today, I’m sharing the second scene.
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Khan tossed the private viewscreen on the console.
“How many were on board the fighter?” He asked his Head of Communications. “And did they have mates?”
Chameles bonded for life. When one mate’s lifespan ended, the other mate died within planet rotations, their hearts unable to tolerate the separation. He’d met only one exception to that reality.
His Head of Communications swallowed hard. “The three warriors were the fighter’s full crew, my lord. Two of them were mated. One had a little girl.”
Three warriors had died, two mates would soon die, and a child would be orphaned. The tension in Khan’s form increased.
“Provide for them.” He stood. It irked him that he didn’t have to specify how to provide for the mates, for the child. Too many warriors had been lost over the solar cycles. “I will be in my private working chambers.”
He stalked toward the doors to that space, his tread silent as it always was.
Warriors stepped out of his way, bowing their heads respectfully.
Khan wasn’t a stranger to losses in battle or the trickery of enemies. The Succession Wars had been long and bloody and defined by betrayal.
His parents had been older when they had miraculously conceived three heirs in three consecutive solar cycles. Berke, his older brother, hadn’t yet reached the official ruling transition age at the time of their deaths.
Aunts, uncles, cousins, and close friends, sensing opportunity, had vied for the role of Warlord, a role that rightfully belonged to Berke. Inhabitants of the sector chose sides. Either they pledged loyalty to Khan’s older brother or they were deemed to be the enemy.
He entered his working chambers. The massive viewscreen on the far wall displayed an image of the solar system, the four Chamele planets orbiting around a single sun. The other vertical surfaces were decorated with swords, battle-axes, lances, daggers, and various bladed weapons. All of them were functional.
Khan wanted to use them against Tolui.
He had wielded them against many of his relatives and friends. Being the best fighter in the system, he had faced the would-be usurpers in battle, had been forced to end the lifespans of beings he had once cared for and respected. In the heat of combat, it had been kill or be killed.
After those battles were won, the survivors were given the option to swear fealty to Berke or be executed. Khan had learned early on that there were no other options.
Incarcerating the enemy gave the other rebels beings to rally around. Freeing them meant fighting them again in a future battle.
They made their choice. He delivered the consequences, spilling the blood of many beings to earn Berke his place.
His older brother had deemed to share the responsibility of Warlord, saving the ice planet of Chamele 1 for himself, giving Chamele 3 to their younger brother Murad to rule, and granting Khan Chamele 2, the greenest, lushest planet. The hunting planet of Chamele 4 was governed by the three of them.
Only one threat to their rule remained—Tolui and his followers. Once the rogue Chamele was eliminated, there would be peace in the sector.
Peace didn’t appeal to Khan. He was a warrior, enjoyed fighting, didn’t look forward to long stretches of boring tranquility, the endless planet rotations of administration that were associated with ruling.
But boredom was preferable to the grief and anger and frustration currently swirling inside him.
And he did want to end Tolui’s lifespan. The male was a pain in his ass, had been wreaking havoc, making a mockery of his protection.
Khan opened communications with his brothers.
“Are you trying to outscowl Berke?” Murad was the first to respond, his grinning face appearing on the viewscreen. “I wager you don’t succeed.”
“I received another message from that tricky Son of a Gechii, Tolui.” Khan didn’t have the time or patience for his brother’s teasing. He sent the male their enemy’s communication.
Murad’s grin wavered. “I doubt the message is traceable. The male covers his tracks well. But I’ll see what I can do.”
Khan grunted, his irritation with the situation and with Tolui escalating. He wanted to kill the male but they had to find him first.
“You didn’t respond to him, did you?” Murad asked a question he should have already known the answer to.
“Words were a poor substitute for my fists.” Khan cracked his knuckles, wishing he could crack the enemy’s skull as easily.
“Which means you did respond.” His younger brother sighed. “I’ll ensure he doesn’t hack into your systems.”
Khan didn’t care about his systems. His warriors were being targeted, killed. That was a bigger priority for him.
Berke remotely joined them. There was a permanent frown on his stark countenance. “This isn’t our scheduled transmission.”
“Blast our scheduled transmission.” Khan’s anger flared once again. “Tolui downed one of my fighters, killing three of my warriors. Two were mated. One had a young daughter.”
Murad winced. Berke’s eyes cooled to ice.
“We have to find the slippery ass. Now.” Khan tilted his body toward them. “And we have to stop him. Permanently.”
“How do we find him?” Murad stated the problem none of them had the solution for. “We still have very little information about him. No one claims to know him or any of his followers. It is like he was manufactured out of the air.”
“That’s unee shit and you know it.” Khan’s claws pricked at his skin, his urge to fight, to kill, almost overwhelming his restraint. “He’s a Chamele.”
Witnesses had seen him at a distance. Tolui had the long black hair, golden skin, height, and the muscular build of their kind. And he dressed like them, wearing boots and an ass covering consisting of a band of leather around the waist and more strips of leather hanging to his knees.
“Someone has to know him.” Khan’s body vibrated with anger. “Not sharing that information is akin to betrayal.”
That he couldn’t identify who was betraying them infuriated him. It put everyone he cared about in danger.
Three loyal warriors had died this planet rotation, the lifespans of five beings in total had ended. His mother and father were dead.
He would not lose any more warriors, would not lose his brothers.
“Chameles have been torn apart by these wars.” Berke’s voice was flat. “It will take solar cycles to earn everyone’s trust.”
“Either beings are loyal or they’re the enemy.” Khan balled his fingers into huge fists. “There’s no other status.”
“Not every situation is either right or wrong.” His older brother shook his head. “Life isn’t that simple.”
It was for him. Khan jutted his jaw.
“Tolui wants to negotiate.” Murad put the male’s latest message on their viewscreens. “We could meet with him. We might uncover information we could use to locate him.”
“We don’t negotiate with the enemy.” They had tried that in the past, only to be ambushed, barely escaping with their lifespans. “And Tolui is the enemy. That is simple.” Khan’s gaze slid to Berke. “He killed my warriors.”
“I agree with you.” His older brother surprised him with that declaration. “Negotiating would serve no purpose. Tolui will be prepared. He won’t allow anything to slip during the meeting and it could put us all at risk.”
Silence stretched.
Khan paced around the perimeter of the chamber, unable to remain still, needing to do something, anything. His warriors were dying.
“I’ve been looking for patterns regarding the locations.” Murad, the more analytic, data-focused of the three of them, broke the quiet. “I haven’t seen any logic to it. The attacks have been evenly distributed between all three planets, throughout all regions. There’s no way to predict where he will strike next.”
Read the next installment (Available April 29th): http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6825
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Warlord’s Bounty
Wanted: One Barbarian Warrior.
The bigger the bounty, the more dangerous the target.
Khan, a Chamele Warlord, has a huge bounty on his head. His enemy wants him captured and is offering any being in the universe an outrageous number of credits to accomplish that.
Khan wants to be captured, but only if the being apprehending him is a tiny, brown-eyed female with wickedly sharp daggers and an even sharper tongue. His passion for the feisty human can’t be inhibited by restraints. He’ll allow her to subdue him…in a variety of enticing ways.
When she finally collects her credits, he’ll collect his revenge, killing his enemy and claiming his little bounty hunter forever.
Zeta doesn’t do forever. After a lifespan of chasing dangerous beings across galaxies, apprehending and trading them for credits, she doesn’t get involved emotionally…with anyone.
Khan might be fierce and sexy and the most dominant male she has ever encountered, but the barbarian is also her target, and once she sates herself with his body, she’ll betray him.
That’s her job.
* * *
Warlord’s Bounty is based on a much shorter story sharing the same title.
(If you already have the shorter story, please contact me.)
It is a STANDALONE Alien Barbarian SciFi Romance set in a dark, gritty, sometimes violent universe.
Pre-order Now:
Amazon US:
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07PN8ZKK1
Amazon UK:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07PN8ZKK1
Apple/iTunes:
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/warlords-bounty/id1456156354
B&N:
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1113984150
Kobo:
https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/warlord-s-bounty-1
Smashwords:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/928431
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Warlord’s Bounty – First Scene Of The First Chapter
Warlord’s Bounty, the second story in the Chamele Barbarian Warlords series, will be releasing on May 14th.
I thought I’d share the first chapter while we wait.
Today, I’m sharing the first scene.
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Chapter One
Khan, one of three Warlords in the Chamele sector, divided all of the beings within his terrain into two groups—those loyal to him and to his brothers and those he deemed to be his enemies.
Loyal beings were to be protected and cared for. Enemies were to be hunted down and killed…once they were located.
One adversary was proving to be frustratingly elusive.
“Where are you, you slippery Son of a Gechii?” Khan stood in the center of his command chamber, his booted feet braced apart, his hands on his leather-clad hips. He stared up at a flattened view of Chamele 2, the planet he was responsible for ruling.
His warriors worked energetically around him, all of them seeking to find Tolui, the rogue Chamele guilty of abducting females and children from their homes, stealing and downing ships.
“Show the locations of every sighting.” Khan gave that instruction to his Head of Strategy.
“Showing the locations of every sighting, my lord.” The older male tapped on a private viewscreen.
Dots appeared on the map.
There were too many of them. Khan pressed his lips together, wanting to take action now, immediately stop the Warlord wannabe.
He had to find Tolui first. Searching for a pattern in the sightings, he saw none. “Calculate the time required to—”
“My lord.” His Head of Communications interrupted him. “One of our fighters is tracking an unidentified ship.”
That ship must belong to their enemy. Finally, something was happening. Excitement coursed through Khan. “Share the live feed.”
Since the last attack, his Head of Ship and Weapons Design had installed recording devices on all of the ships’ bridges. He could see and hear what the warriors onboard observed.
It was almost like being there. Almost.
Khan preferred to be on the front lines, leading the charge. Ruling a planet was exasperatingly passive, too hands-off for his liking.
An image of a female Chamele warrior dominated the main viewscreen. Two other females sat behind her.
“Don’t let him escape.” Her voice filled the chamber. “Continue hailing him.”
“Hailing him, Captain.” One of the other females confirmed the order.
“Show me what they’re seeing.” Khan wanted to view the enemy, not his three warriors.
The image switched to that of a ship. He immediately recognized the model.
“That’s an AXT594.” One of those ships had recently been stolen from his fleet. “Its top speed is faster than that of the fighter.” It wasn’t as nimble, couldn’t navigate the narrow twists and turns of the ravine as quickly. “Why doesn’t it increase its elevation, escape the confines of the cliffs, fly in a straight line?”
“It might be malfunctioning, my lord.” His Head of Strategy proposed a possibility. “An engine could be damaged.”
“Hmmm…” That could be the reason but Khan’s gut said it wasn’t. “Show me an aerial view of the ravine. Indicate their current location.”
The image shifted. He leaned forward, studying it. The ravine meandered, heading to the northeast.
Its course had been unbroken thus far. There were no alternate routes. But that would soon change. The fighter quickly approached a fork in the ravine.
“Zondoo.” His body stiffened.
A second enemy ship could be waiting on the path not taken. The fighter would be pinned between the two vessels.
“It’s a trap.” Khan yelled that revelation, gripping the edge of the console. “Tell them to abort. Abort.”
His Head of Communications relayed that order.
“We’re gaining on them, sir.” The fighter’s captain must have been high on the chase. Trained warriors didn’t argue with commands. “We can—shit. Where did she come from?”
Metal bent under Khan’s fingers. Judging by the captain’s tone, the fighter had passed the fork and was now wedged between two enemy ships. “Tell her to increase their elevation. Now.”
That might not work but it was their only chance.
“Incoming missiles.” One of the warriors on the fighter made that announcement.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Another warrior peppered the transmission with profanities. The image on the fighter’s main viewscreen veered to the right as they desperately tried to avoid impact.
That action was too little, too late. The vessel jerked. Metal screeched.
“We’ve been hit.” The pilot’s voice held the calmness of a being who had seen many battles, who had faced death too many times. The images on the fighter’s main viewscreen spun faster and faster. “We’re going—”
The boom temporarily deafened Khan. The image went black.
Silence filled the chamber. The warriors around him gaped, their primitive countenances turning pale.
“We’ve lost contact with the fighter.” His Head of Communications stated the brutal reality.
The fighter had been downed.
“Shit.” Khan sat with a thump in the chair positioned behind him.
Three warriors, at the minimum, had been on that ship.
He swiped his hands over his face, the burden of that loss, that failure, weighing on his shoulders.
He was their Warlord. It was his duty to protect them.
A message appeared on the private viewscreen placed on the console before him. He gripped the device, opened the communication.
Footage played. Missiles hit a fighter ship, carving away thrusters, panels. The vessel spun closer and closer to a rock facing.
Bile burned the back of his throat. He knew what would soon happen, was as powerless now as he had been then to stop it.
The fighter hit the hard stone and exploded. Plumes of orange-and-red flames engulfed the ship.
No one could have survived that.
Text appeared under the footage. Are you ready to negotiate now?
It wasn’t signed but Khan had no doubt who had sent that message.
Tolui.
The rogue male had targeted the fighter ship, had ended the lifespan of at least three of Khan’s warriors. Rage swept over him, savage and intense.
Unable to contain it, he threw back his head and roared. Emotion poured out of him, an unbreaking stream of torment, of grief, of anger. His body shook with its ferocity.
His warriors gulped air and stared at him, their countenances ashen. He didn’t lose his temper often.
Tolui had pushed his patience.
The male would die. Painfully.
Khan gathered his control. Resolve straightened his spine. He would stop the rebel Chamele’s random strikes…permanently.
Your fight is with me. He jabbed the private viewscreen with his fingers as he sent that message to his enemy. Face me like a warrior. Let’s end this.
He sent it, knowing the male wouldn’t accept that challenge.
Tolui preferred to sneak around, favoring stealth attacks over honorable battles.
Read the next installment (Available April 22nd): http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6820
***
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Warlord’s Bounty
Wanted: One Barbarian Warrior.
The bigger the bounty, the more dangerous the target.
Khan, a Chamele Warlord, has a huge bounty on his head. His enemy wants him captured and is offering any being in the universe an outrageous number of credits to accomplish that.
Khan wants to be captured, but only if the being apprehending him is a tiny, brown-eyed female with wickedly sharp daggers and an even sharper tongue. His passion for the feisty human can’t be inhibited by restraints. He’ll allow her to subdue him…in a variety of enticing ways.
When she finally collects her credits, he’ll collect his revenge, killing his enemy and claiming his little bounty hunter forever.
Zeta doesn’t do forever. After a lifespan of chasing dangerous beings across galaxies, apprehending and trading them for credits, she doesn’t get involved emotionally…with anyone.
Khan might be fierce and sexy and the most dominant male she has ever encountered, but the barbarian is also her target, and once she sates herself with his body, she’ll betray him.
That’s her job.
* * *
Warlord’s Bounty is based on a much shorter story sharing the same title.
(If you already have the shorter story, please contact me.)
It is a STANDALONE Alien Barbarian SciFi Romance set in a dark, gritty, sometimes violent universe.
Pre-order Now:
Amazon US:
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07PN8ZKK1
Amazon UK:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07PN8ZKK1
Apple/iTunes:
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/warlords-bounty/id1456156354
B&N:
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1113984150
Kobo:
https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/warlord-s-bounty-1
Smashwords:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/928431
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Choosing Chuckles – Final Scene Of The First Chapter
Choosing Chuckles, the next cyborg romance, releases on March 19th (It is available for pre-order now). While we wait, I’m sharing the first chapter.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2019/02/18/choosing-chuckles-first-scene-of-the-first-chapter/
This week, I’m sharing the final scene of that first chapter.
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His female glanced downward. Her gaze shifted from right to left.
The image of a viewscreen reflected off a panel behind her.
Chuckles expanded that image, flipped it to read the words.
No visual. Big. Warrior. Can’t track the signal. Abandon this, Bait.
Bettina’s chin firmed for a heartbeat. Then she smiled up at the recording device, at Chuckles, and his heart malfunctioned, stopping for a moment and restarting.
“I’ve been alone for so long.” She continued her deception.
Satisfaction flared inside him. His lying little human had deliberately disobeyed the messenger’s orders, refusing to abandon her ploy. She wanted to meet with him as much as he wanted to meet with her.
“I don’t have any credits to pay for repairs, but maybe we can work out other arrangements.” Her hands lowered to her rounded stomach. Her hips were wide, his female built for a D Model like himself. “Would you like that, Chuckles?”
She was offering to breed with him. “Yes.” He would like that.
But he doubted her words were genuine. He suspected she made that proposal to every male who answered her fake distress call.
“Then you’ll help me?” She batted her eyelashes. “Alone? It’ll be just the two of us, right? I’m shy.”
Chuckles stifled his snort. There was nothing shy about her. She was the most brazen being he had ever encountered.
“It will be just the two of us.” He wouldn’t sweep anyone else into her trap. “I’ll come for you.”
“Oh, you will come for me.” Her voice coiled around his cock, gripping him in the most sensual of holds. “I’ll ensure that.” Bettina was referring to breeding again, issuing promises his foolish body believed. “I’m sending you my coordinates.” She tapped her fingertips against the viewscreen. “I’ll see you, all of you, soon, Chuckles.” She laughed.
The transmission ended.
“I thought cyborgs couldn’t lie.” Captain’s female broke the silence. “You implied you’d meet with her.”
“I am meeting with her.” Chuckles placed his hands on the console before him and pushed himself to his feet, his knee screaming with pain. “I require one of the shuttle crafts, Captain.”
Captain’s female and all of the warriors gazed at him.
“You don’t need a shuttle craft, Chuckles.” Captain’s female spaced her words far apart, speaking to him as though his processors were malfunctioning. “You were right. It’s a trap.”
“I’m aware it’s a trap.” He hadn’t veered from his original assessment of the situation. “Everything she said was a lie. Her every movement was manufactured, cleverly designed to lure unwitting males to their doom. Even her hair is false. I will never trust my female.” That disappointed Chuckles, yet it didn’t surprise him. He trusted few beings. “But I will retrieve her.”
“Your female,” Captain repeated.
Captain’s female’s mouth fell open.
“You, the most cynical bag of bolts in the universe, are paired with the most colorful female we’ve ever encountered.” Truth, that foolish warrior, laughed, his entire body shaking with mirth.
Chuckles’ lips flattened. He was glad someone was amused, because he certainly wasn’t. Other warriors had honorable females. He had Bettina, if that was truly her name, a being skilled in deception.
She was colorful. Truth was correct about that. Chuckles looked at her image. Once, after a rainstorm, he’d seen an arc of colors in the sky above the battlefield. The sight had given him a deep sense of happiness before the feeling disappeared, never to be seen again.
Bettina was like that arc, as stunningly beautiful and as inconstant, a vision a warrior could admire but couldn’t count on or predict.
“She could have a good reason for trapping beings.” Captain’s female recovered from the shock of his revelation. “I had good reasons for hacking into Vector’s transmissions.” She exchanged a fond look with Captain.
“She doesn’t have a good reason.” Chuckles held no illusions about his female. “It’s a ploy to gather credits.” She was either holding her rescuers for ransom or relieving them of whatever wealth they had on their forms.
“She could have a noble use for those credits.” Captain’s female clung to her positive view of Bettina.
“I doubt that.” He shook his head, his expectations of her and of life low. “I will uncover her plans when I meet with her.”
“I shouldn’t authorize that action.” Captain looked grave. “You’re knowingly walking into a trap, risking your freedom and your lifespan.”
Chuckles knew exactly what he was risking. His female, a being with no honor, had the ability to destroy him.
But the alternative was an endless lifespan of solitude, with no female, no offspring. An image of Future, Captain and Captain’s female’s newly manufactured son, filled his processors and a wave of wanting swept over him.
“She’s my female.” Chuckles would risk everything to secure her.
The warriors around him nodded, silently agreeing with his decision.
“I’ll go with you.” Truth stood.
The warrior would voluntarily walk into a trap to assist him. Chuckles was temporarily struck silent by the offer. Truth was a brave warrior. He was honored to serve with him.
But he wouldn’t risk the cyborg’s freedom. “I do this alone.”
Truth opened his mouth.
“If she captures me and I can’t escape, I’ll call on you.” He made that compromise. “Keep your transmission lines open.”
“They’ll be open.” Truth’s head dipped.
“I’ll search the databases for information on your female.” Captain’s female’s fingers already tapped against her private viewscreen. She was skilled at uncovering data. “Have faith in her, Chuckles. Give her a chance.”
Chuckles grunted. He didn’t have faith in very many beings.
“You can have any ship in the docking bay.” Captain gave him the authorization he needed to leave. “Take weapons and any other resources you require to succeed in your mission.”
They were supporting him in his foolish quest. That humbled him and firmed his resolve.
Chuckles hobbled toward the doors. He would retrieve his treacherous female, capture her using whatever means were necessary.
And he would never let her go.
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Choosing Chuckles
A Cynical Cyborg Meets A Bad, Bad Female.
Chuckles hates all humans. In the past, humans betrayed him. That treachery caused permanent damage to his muscular form, resulting in a lifespan of pain.
When the primitive D Model cyborg answers a distress call sent by a pink-and-blue haired, sparkly human female, he knows it’s a trap. He still has to respond to her fake cry for help. She belongs to him, is the one being genetically fabricated for him. But he plans to be her captor, not her captive.
Bettina, aka Bait, works with a team of females, snaring sexual predators in space, seizing their ships and transporting them to primitive planets. As soon as she speaks with Chuckles, she knows he’s not like the others. He has honor, is a being worthy of respect, of caring.
But she can’t let him go. She has to trap him. His dominance thrills her. His deep voice evokes desires she’d never experienced in the past. She’ll risk it all, breaking every rule for one wild encounter with the male she calls Sir.
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