Choosing Chuckles – Third 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 third scene of that first chapter.
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Fraggin’ hole. He’d found his female, the one being genetically compatible with him, and not only was she human, the most untrustworthy of all species in the universe, but she was a blatant deceiver.
“It’s a trap.” Chuckles stated that obvious truth. His female was luring beings in, seeking to profit from them in some way.
“It is a recording,” Captain’s female admitted. “But it seems to have been sent from a shuttle craft.”
She put the vessel’s location on the main viewscreen also.
His female was close, less than a planet rotation of travel away from him. Chuckles leaned forward, unable to take his gaze off the still image of her beautiful face, intrigued despite his misgivings.
“We could communicate with her, concealing our transmission location,” North suggested.
“Dissent could communicate with her.” Captain’s female studied the J Model. “He looks almost human. I could doctor his image, remove his model number. No one would know he was a cyborg.”
That was not happening. “I am communicating with her,” Chuckles announced. No other male was speaking with his female.
All heads turned in his direction. Captain’s female and the males stared at him. Doc, the ship’s medic, held up a handheld. The cyborg was scanning him, looking for damage.
Chuckles glowered back at them. “That’s my role.” He was the Communications Officer.
“She’ll take one look at you and realize you’re a cyborg.” Captain pointed that out to him.
That was true. Chuckles was an earlier model, had the gray skin, brilliant blue eyes of his kind. His deceitful female would know he was a cyborg.
“If Dissent communicates with her—”
“I’m communicating with her.” Chuckles barked. “That’s non-negotiable.”
What the frag are you doing, fellow D Model? Truth asked him through a private transmission line. You don’t use phrases like non-negotiable with the Captain. He’ll toss you off the ship.
Captain’s jaw was clenched.
Chuckles’ processors whirred. “We’ll block my image, Captain. If she legitimately requires assistance, lack of a visual shouldn’t dissuade her from accepting it.”
He was retrieving her whether it was a trick or not. Chuckles had already decided that. He’d capture her and lock her in his chamber. Permanently. He’d ensure her lies and deception didn’t harm any other being ever again.
Captain narrowed his eyes at Chuckles. That response didn’t bode well.
“Chuckles is right.” Captain’s female, unexpectedly, came to his defense. “That will tell us immediately if her distress call is a ruse.”
She winked at Chuckles, like they shared a secret.
Chuckles frowned back at her, not processing what that secret was.
Captain looked at his female and then at Chuckles. “Chuckles, you can communicate with her.” He authorized that action. “Make the necessary arrangements.”
That took mere moments. Captain’s female assisted with hiding the transmission trail. Chuckles blocked his image.
Then he hailed his female, his heart pounding. Small talk, that useless exchange of non-essential information humans seemed to enjoy, wasn’t his strength. His female’s distress message had been chatty. She’d want words from him.
“Hello. Hi.” His female appeared on the screen, disregarding all hailing conventions.
Her multi-colored hair was now pulled into one bundle on the top of her head. Her flight suit was bright pink. A matching strip of fabric encircled her neck. Small pink stones decorated it, adding the sparkle she seemed to like.
“Is someone there? Please tell me you’re there.” She clasped her hands, her eyes wide with feigned concern. “Please. Please answer me. I’m alone and so very scared.”
Her act was over the top. Did she think beings were that stupid? “This is Chuckles.” He scrubbed all emotion from his voice. “Do you require assistance?”
“Chuckles. Ohhh…that’s a great name.” She placed one of her hands over her even more prominently displayed breasts, her curves one jiggle away from escaping her flight suit. “So different. So”—she blew out her breath—“male.”
Chuckles envisioned her pursed lips wrapped around his cock and his need for her escalated, drumming at him, a primal beat repeating “Mine. Mine. Mine.” over and over.
But he was a cyborg—part human, part machine—and his lust for her hadn’t disconnected his processors. His female was playing the role of temptress, was using her powers of seduction as a weapon against him.
“Do you require assistance?” He repeated his question.
“I can’t see you, Chuckles.” She said his name as though she found release merely forming the syllables.
That appealed to him. He shifted in his seat, his body armor uncomfortably tight.
“And I want to see you.” She squeezed her breasts together, deepening the valley between them. “I want to put a face to your sexy voice.”
This female is too much. Truth laughed through the transmission lines.
Chuckles glared at him. No one should be speaking about his female. “I’m unable to send you a visual.” Because she was a lying deceitful human and might use the information to damage him and his brethren. “Is that an issue?”
“Of course not.” The female played with the lapels of her flight suit, drawing attention to the sparkling skin displayed there. If Chuckles hadn’t been a cyborg, capable of moving his gaze quickly, he might have missed the flicker of uncertainty in her blue eyes.
The female didn’t like not having a visual. She wanted to see who she was trapping, preferred to have that information to prepare for his arrival.
While he found her treachery abhorrent, he approved of her caution.
“What is your name, female?” A name would aid him when he searched the databases for her.
Not that she would give him her real name.
“My name’s Bettina.” Her eyes widened a fraction as though that statement had caught her by surprise. “But you can call me Baby.” Her eyelashes fluttered.
Chuckles frowned. Why would he refer to her as a human offspring?
“You sound like a big male, Chuckles.” She purred that observation. “Are you big?” Her tongue, small and pink and enticing, glided over her bottom lip. “All over?”
“Yes.” Being an early model cyborg, he was much larger than the tallest human male. Every part of him was proportional.
“I like that.” Bettina touched the swell of her breasts again. “You talk like a warrior, all decisive and grrr…” He wasn’t certain what that sexy growl meant but the sound excited his already highly stimulated form. “Are you a warrior?”
“Yes.” Chuckles wasn’t the warrior he once was, but he could defeat any human. He could protect her if that was needed.
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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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Choosing Chuckles – Second 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 thought I’d share 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 second scene of that first chapter.
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“Raise the shields.” Captain wasn’t as amused by the situation.
“Raising shields.” North complied with that order. “Are we activating the weapons system also, Captain?”
Would they shoot down a ship containing fellow cyborgs?
Even Chuckles was uncomfortable with that prospect. The warriors could be completing a secret mission for the cyborg council. Or they might have another reason for their silence and deception. There were too many unknown variables.
“We don’t fire on them unless they fire at us first.” Captain must have been uncomfortable with that drastic course of action also.
“They’re raising their shields.” North informed them.
Chuckles expected that response. Not raising their shields would put the unidentified cyborgs at a disadvantage. No warrior would allow that to happen.
“If the freighter continues on its course, it will soon exit our territory.” Truth indicated the trajectory on the main viewscreen. “The cyborgs are skilled at flying and their vessel can match our top speed. We won’t catch up to them, can’t block their escape…unless we take extreme measures.”
The daredevil D Model wanted to take those measures. Chuckles heard that in his voice. The male would get them all killed.
His gaze shifted to Captain’s female. Her mostly human form was fragile and he had deemed himself responsible for protecting her.
He’d push her into an escape pod before putting her at risk.
“We are not taking extreme measures.” Captain’s decision made Chuckles’ plan unnecessary. “Follow the freighter.”
“Understood, Captain.” Truth leaned forward.
The Reckless shadowed the freighter. The distance between the two vessels didn’t increase but it also didn’t decrease.
They wouldn’t catch their target, and they were quickly approaching the edge of the sector.
“Don’t pursue them past the border.” Captain added that restriction.
Everyone, including Captain’s female, looked at their leader. To detect a possible enemy and not confront him was not the cyborg way.
“We’re not officially patrolling the fringes of our sector.” Captain reminded them.
The cyborg council had stripped them of their formal roles in the fleet, based on a minor infraction. That was why the Reckless was positioned on the outskirts and not guarding the smaller, more-critical-to-protect border around their Homeland.
“Using lethal force to stop our own kind from leaving the space isn’t an option for us.”
The captain was right. There was a high probability Power, the head of the cyborg council, would reprimand them severely for that action.
Chuckles didn’t trust the E Model. At all. Power made the decisions he processed as being right for all of the cyborgs, not taking individual wants and needs and intentions into consideration.
He could deem them to be a threat, authorize other ships to blow up the Reckless, killing everyone on board.
His gaze flicked again to Captain’s female.
“We’re letting them go, Captain?” Truth raised his eyebrows. “They’re not responding to our hails, have modified their freighter, adding guns. They must be planning to use those weapons.”
“They’re planning to use those weapons outside our sector.” Captain jutted his jaw, not moving on his stance. “The primary mission of the Reckless and all of the warriors on board this ship is to ensure every cyborg within our territory remains alive and free. That is our priority.”
Cyborgs had fought hard to escape their human masters. They had struggled and killed and made heart-wrenching sacrifices to reach the Homeland, a planet they had claimed as theirs. Many of their brethren hadn’t survived.
Their freedom was to be protected at all costs. Every warrior, including Chuckles, would agree with that.
But ending the chase without confronting, without even identifying the cyborgs in the freighter, was fraggin’ exasperating. Chuckles’ fingers curled into tight fists, his systems wanting a more satisfying resolution to the encounter.
They wouldn’t get one. The Reckless stopped at the border, remaining inside the sector…barely. The freighter and its occupants exited cyborg-controlled space, quickly moving out of range of their monitoring system, taking the answers he sought with them.
“They might return using the same route.” Hope lilted Truth’s voice.
“We’ll be here waiting for them, if they do return.” Captain’s face was hard. “Our patrol zone has decreased, warriors.” He marked their new perimeters on the main viewscreen. “This is the territory we’re now responsible for guarding.”
It was small and devoid of planets, other ships, and lifeforms.
If the freighter didn’t re-enter cyborg space soon, everyone on the Reckless would expire from frustration and boredom. Chuckles massaged his knee.
Moments passed. No one said a word.
“There’s a distress call originating in the next sector.” Captain’s female broke the silence. “We could respond to that while we wait.”
Like the rest of the beings on board the Reckless, she preferred to take action.
“Why are you monitoring communications in the next sector?” Captain asked the question Chuckles was processing.
She shrugged her shoulders, not giving them an answer. “I’m putting the distress call on the main viewscreen.”
The interior of a small shuttle craft was displayed. A human female looked into the recording device and the probability Chuckles would expire from boredom was abruptly reduced to 0.0000 percent.
His jaw dropped. The female’s hair was bright blue and pink, the tendrils gathered into two bunches of hair on opposite sides of her head. Her lips were the same unusual combination of colors. Her eyelashes were inhumanly long and thick. Pink crystals hung from her ears.
His gaze lowered. Her pink flight suit was partially unfastened, displaying a mouth-drying abundance of cleavage. Her white breasts sparkled.
The female was curvy. All over.
“Help. I need help.” Her husky voice hardened his cock, his tip pressing against the confines of his body armor. “I was on my way home and my ship stopped moving.” She stroked the tops of her breasts. Her fingernails matched her lips and hair. “I don’t know how to fix it.” The female pouted. “I’m all alone and I have no idea what to do. If you hear this, please contact me.”
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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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Choosing Chuckles – First 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 thought I’d share the first chapter.
This week, I’m sharing the first scene of that first chapter.
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Chapter One
Chuckles hated humans. All of them.
Captain’s female wasn’t an exception to that stance. He placed two nourishment bars and a container of beverage on the console she shared with her male. After bonding with the captain and manufacturing their offspring, she was no longer 100.0000 percent human.
That meant she was…tolerable.
Chuckles paused for a moment, perusing the selection before him. He then opened the packaging around one of the nourishment bars. It was Captain’s female’s favorite flavor. She’d choose that nourishment bar to eat first.
Are you planning to chew it for her too? Trust, a fellow D Model cyborg, teased over a private transmission line.
Frag off. Chuckles scowled at his never serious friend.
Someone had to supply the nourishment and beverage for the female, and Captain was busy, commanding their ship, the Reckless. Their current mission was to ensure no unauthorized vessels crossed the border they patrolled, since that would jeopardize the safety of every fraggin’ being within their sector.
Chuckles’ gaze remained on Truth. Some beings didn’t process that.
He limped back to his seat, dragging his left booted foot behind him. His leg was permanently damaged. No one, not even Doc, the ship’s skilled medic, could repair his malfunctioning limb.
If Chuckles had remained under Humanoid Alliance control, the humans would have deemed him not worth saving. They would have decommissioned him, raiding his form for parts before killing him in the most horrific way possible.
He lowered into his chair, forcing his leg to bend. Pain shot along the limb, stressing his processors.
Chuckles was no longer a slave to his human manufacturers. He and his brethren had escaped.
Some of those cyborgs would also view him as being defective.
Captain entered the bridge. The big C Model carried his female in his arms. Future, their newly manufactured offspring, was training this shift and didn’t accompany them.
Chuckles rubbed his aching knee.
Captain didn’t perceive him as being defective. The male claimed his seat on the bridge, setting his no-longer-human female on his lap. He didn’t make any allowances for Chuckles’ malfunction, holding him to the same high standard he demanded of all beings on board his ship.
Chuckles respected that.
Captain’s female touched the opened nourishment bar on the console. Her head turned toward Chuckles and she met his gaze. Her lips lifted into a small smile.
Chuckles frowned back at her. Why was she looking at him like that?
It was a nourishment bar, for frag’s sake. He left two of them for her every planet rotation. It was nothing to get excited about.
“There’s a ship approaching.” North, Captain’s second-in-command, redirected his attention to the main viewscreen.
A red dot appeared on the edge of the terrain they monitored. It flashed once and then disappeared, the ship quickly moving out of range.
“Hail the vessel.” Captain straightened in his seat, forcing his female to do the same. “And follow it.”
Chuckles hailed the vessel. There was no immediate response.
“Following the ship, Captain.” Truth grinned, placing his hands on the viewscreen embedded in the console before him. “Finally, we have some excitement.”
They abruptly changed course. The engines growled and the floor tiles vibrated under Chuckles’ booted feet as the warship accelerated.
Their target’s speed increased also, the vessel skimming along the border of Reckless’ monitoring range.
That had to be intentional. Chuckles frowned. The beings on board the ship were deliberately trying to avoid detection.
“They’re running from us, Captain.” Truth’s voice was edged with glee. His friend was enjoying the chase.
Chuckles wasn’t as thrilled with their opponent’s response. He didn’t trust them to adhere to the rules of engagement, to behave honorably. “They’re not answering the hail, Captain.”
“Don’t lose them.” Captain’s tone was dark and disapproving. “And continue trying to communicate with them.”
Chuckles wouldn’t stop hailing the ship, but the probability anyone would respond was 5.2596 percent. That number lowered with every passing moment.
“They’re flying a freighter.” Captain’s female enlarged an image of the ship on the main viewscreen. “It must be modified. According to the specs, they’re surpassing their top speed.”
“Freighters aren’t manufactured with hidden gun ports either.” Dissent highlighted the weapons hidden on the ship. The J Model could have been the captain of his own battle station, yet had chosen to serve on the Reckless.
“Lifeform scans indicate three cyborgs on board.” North surprised Chuckles with that revelation.
“There are no transmissions originating from the freighter.” He monitored all public communications on the cyborg-only lines.
Their kind tended to transmit constantly, sharing information and experiences with millions of their brethren. That was one of their strengths.
“Are the lifeform scanners malfunctioning?” Captain proposed an explanation for the silence.
“I ran a systems check. The lifeform scanners are fully functional, Captain.” North rejected that possibility.
“The cyborgs are hiding from us.” Captain’s female, a master of evasion, voiced the scenario Chuckles deemed most likely.
He trusted very few beings and these cyborgs were unknown to him. They had also hidden the true function of their ship, disguising a vessel designed for war as a ship manufactured to convey supplies.
Deception was very seldom utilized to benefit others. Its primary function was to harm.
The pain in his knee was a constant reminder of that.
The Reckless shifted hard to the right. The container of liquid Chuckles had placed on Captain’s female’s console toppled over, rolling forward on the bridge.
“They won’t lose me.” Truth, that illogical cyborg, laughed.
Read the next installment (Available February 25th): http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6773
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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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Warlord Sky Featured On USA Today
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Warlord Sky was featured as a Hot New Pre-order on the Smashwords Hotlist at the USA Today HEA blog!
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No one grounds a barbarian warrior.
Qulpa, a Chamele warrior, lost everyone he loved in the brutal Succession Wars. Flying is the only thing that brings him joy. Serving as his team’s pilot is the sole duty he has left. Then a horrific crash leaves him injured and unable to fly.
The one being who can help him is also his gerel, the female destined to be his. She insists she doesn’t feel their connection. Qulpa is certain his beautiful mate is lying and nothing will stop him from finding out why.
Nayan knows the injured barbarian is her warrior, her one chance at a forever bond. His dominance makes her feel safe. His gentle touch inflames her passion. His kisses scorch her very soul. The tall muscular male tempts her as no one else has.
But she has a deadly secret. If it’s exposed, her injured male will lose more than his ability to fly. Both of them will die. She can’t take that risk, not for him, not for them, not for a lifespan filled with love.
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Warlord Sky is a STANDALONE Alien Barbarian SciFi Romance set in a dark, gritty, sometimes violent universe.
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Drones In Warlord Sky
Nayan, the heroine of Warlord Sky, is the Head Of Ship And Weapons Design for Chamele 2. She has created a mechanical family for herself. Some of the members of that family are drones.
This cute little flying bot reminds me of Aerial. Aerial’s primary function is to record what she sees. Nayan takes her to crash sites and she notes anything of interest.
This drone reminds me of Velocity. Velocity is one of the most bad a$$ drones Nayan has ever designed. She is the biggest drone and has the ability to carry around missile launchers. No one messes with Velocity.
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No one grounds a barbarian warrior.
Qulpa, a Chamele warrior, lost everyone he loved in the brutal Succession Wars. Flying is the only thing that brings him joy. Serving as his team’s pilot is the sole duty he has left. Then a horrific crash leaves him injured and unable to fly.
The one being who can help him is also his gerel, the female destined to be his. She insists she doesn’t feel their connection. Qulpa is certain his beautiful mate is lying and nothing will stop him from finding out why.
Nayan knows the injured barbarian is her warrior, her one chance at a forever bond. His dominance makes her feel safe. His gentle touch inflames her passion. His kisses scorch her very soul. The tall muscular male tempts her as no one else has.
But she has a deadly secret. If it’s exposed, her injured male will lose more than his ability to fly. Both of them will die. She can’t take that risk, not for him, not for them, not for a lifespan filled with love.
* * *
Warlord Sky is a STANDALONE Alien Barbarian SciFi Romance set in a dark, gritty, sometimes violent universe.
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Bots In Warlord Sky
Nayan, the heroine of Warlord Sky, is the Head Of Ship And Weapons Design for Chamele 2. She surrounds herself with a robot family.
This little robot reminds me of Tubby, one of her enthusiastically helpful assistant robots. Tubby is short and stout but that’s not the reason for his name. He is named Tubby because his body consists of a container or a ‘tub.’ He stores tools and snacks and other things in his ‘tub’by tummy.
Tubby’s best friend is Hitch.
This little robot reminds me of Hitch, a creation that almost stole the story away from Qulpa and Nayan, the hero and heroine of Warlord Sky. Hitch is smaller, is black (to blend into the shadows) and has more legs but he has the same cute face.
Hitch loves Nayan, his creator, and wants to be with her constantly…which causes problems. (grins)
He shows up in places he shouldn’t be.
Nayan can’t stay angry with him for very long though.
He’s too adorable.
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No one grounds a barbarian warrior.
Qulpa, a Chamele warrior, lost everyone he loved in the brutal Succession Wars. Flying is the only thing that brings him joy. Serving as his team’s pilot is the sole duty he has left. Then a horrific crash leaves him injured and unable to fly.
The one being who can help him is also his gerel, the female destined to be his. She insists she doesn’t feel their connection. Qulpa is certain his beautiful mate is lying and nothing will stop him from finding out why.
Nayan knows the injured barbarian is her warrior, her one chance at a forever bond. His dominance makes her feel safe. His gentle touch inflames her passion. His kisses scorch her very soul. The tall muscular male tempts her as no one else has.
But she has a deadly secret. If it’s exposed, her injured male will lose more than his ability to fly. Both of them will die. She can’t take that risk, not for him, not for them, not for a lifespan filled with love.
* * *
Warlord Sky is a STANDALONE Alien Barbarian SciFi Romance set in a dark, gritty, sometimes violent universe.
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Warlord Sky Available For Pre-Order
I’m releasing a new (well, partially new) series in January. This is a spin off of the Refuge/Dark Thoughts series and features the Chameles. Qulpa (we meet him in Dark Cure) is our first hero.
All six stories in the Chamele Barbarian Warlord series will be standalones. Each story can be read on its own. The couple featured in the story has their happy ever after.
There will be six stories in this series.
Book 1: Warlord Sky
Book 2: Warlord’s Bounty – This is a greatly expanded and revised story based on a previously released story. If you already have the first version, please contact me.
Book 3: Warlord Unarmed – This is a greatly expanded and revised story based on a previously released story. If you already have the first version, please contact me.
Book 4: Warlord Reunited – This is a greatly expanded and revised story based on a previously released story. If you already have the first version, please contact me.
Book 5: Warlord’s Mercy – This is a greatly expanded and revised story based on a previously released story. If you already have the first version, please contact me.
Book 6: Warlord’s Return – This story is partially set in the Refuge so yes, we WILL see Kralj and his modified humanoids again.
No one grounds a barbarian warrior.
Qulpa, a Chamele warrior, lost everyone he loved in the brutal Succession Wars. Flying is the only thing that brings him joy. Serving as his team’s pilot is the sole duty he has left. Then a horrific crash leaves him injured and unable to fly.
The one being who can help him is also his gerel, the female destined to be his. She insists she doesn’t feel their connection. Qulpa is certain his beautiful mate is lying and nothing will stop him from finding out why.
Nayan knows the injured barbarian is her warrior, her one chance at a forever bond. His dominance makes her feel safe. His gentle touch inflames her passion. His kisses scorch her very soul. The tall muscular male tempts her as no one else has.
But she has a deadly secret. If it’s exposed, her injured male will lose more than his ability to fly. Both of them will die. She can’t take that risk, not for him, not for them, not for a lifespan filled with love.
* * *
Warlord Sky is a STANDALONE Alien Barbarian SciFi Romance set in a dark, gritty, sometimes violent universe.
Pre-order Now:
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https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07L2FQV4R/
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Fourth Scene From Dark Cure
Dark Cure is releasing next week!
I’ve shared the first scene from the first chapter. You can read that here: http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6639
Today, I’m sharing the final scene.
As soon as the doors closed behind him, Gisella locked them. She pocketed the gun. “Get the restraints and tie down all of our patient’s hands.”
When he regained consciousness, he would likely be as aggressive as his brother. The girl looked through the compartments hidden in the walls, found the restraints. Gisella helped her bind the male.
“Do you have any injuries?” Her protégé’s health was her next concern.
The girl’s head bowed. “No, but I could have been hurt.”
“Yes, you could have been hurt, perhaps killed.” That would have been partially her fault. Pono was hers to train, hers to protect. “What mistake did you make?”
“I moved too close to a Palavian.” Her protégé recited that rule. “They’re dangerous and should be restrained before they’re treated.”
“Most males and all warriors should be restrained.” They only entered the medic bay when they were seriously injured. Wounded beings often lost the ability to reason.
“The Chamele leader wouldn’t have to be restrained.” Pono’s eyes glowed. “I heard the Ruler. He’s a good male. He tried to save the girl.”
“You will restrain him also if he seeks healing.” Gisella doubted that would happen. The visiting Chamele warriors had instigated numerous fights, causing many other males to visit the medic bay, yet had never entered the structure themselves.
The damn barbarians must not utilize medics. The Chameles were like most warrior species she’d encountered. They exhausted all of their resources on battle, leaving nothing for healing.
Kralj, the Ruler of the Refuge, was a rare exception to that way of thinking. He valued medics, ensured she had the most advanced equipment, a modern, clean structure in which to treat patients.
Her lips flattened. Never again would she be forced to watch helplessly as a baby orphaned and wounded by war slowly died in her arms, his high-pitched cries of agony ringing in her ears, all of the pain inhibitors exhausted by previous patients.
“Tie down all warriors. There are no exceptions.” She didn’t want her protégé to take unnecessary risks. “Clean the patient while I scan him.”
She extracted that device from her jacket pocket. It was a top-of-the-line handheld, could detect illnesses and injuries her eyes couldn’t.
Pono wrinkled her brown-and-green striped nose as she ran cleaning cloths over the patient’s exposed skin. She flicked the fabric squares to refresh them, converting dirt into oxygen.
Gisella scanned the male and looked at the small screen. Her heart squeezed.
She scanned him a second time. The results were the same.
Fuck. The male had a wasting disease similar to the one that had killed her mother. The growth in his stomach was advanced, was reaching upward in his body, creeping toward his heart.
If the black mass encompassed that organ, the male would die.
That wouldn’t happen. She now had the equipment and the skills to eliminate all traces of the disease. The Palavian wouldn’t suffer the same fate as her mother. She would save him.
Gisella displayed a limited number of readings on the wall’s main viewscreen, intent on slowly walking her protégé through interpreting them. “Tell me what you see.”
The girl studied the readings. “The patient has an unusually high blood fermented beverage concentration. He also has low blood albumin levels. Which means…” Her forehead furrowed. “He has been substituting fermented beverage for all other nourishment?”
That was true but it wasn’t the entire diagnosis. “What do you prescribe?”
“Give him nutrients and beverage.” Pono took her bait. “Monitor him until he regains consciousness.”
“And?” Gisella prompted.
The girl winced. “And send him to his domicile to rest?”
“You’d send him to his domicile to die.” She displayed the rest of the scan.
Her protégé sucked in her breath.
“It’s easy to mistake symptoms for causes.” Gisella relayed that important lesson to the girl. “Many patients in the Refuge will try to treat their pain with fermented beverage or other means.” Just as her mother had used pain inhibitors to hide her growth. “It’s your responsibility to look past that. Not investigating would have condemned this patient to an agonizing death.”
She, at least, had spared her mother that fate, administering pain inhibitors in increasingly large dosages, while they waited for help that never arrived.
Bitterness coated her mouth. Her warrior father had ventured through enemy space again and again to reach the frontlines and the fighting. He always seemed capable of doing that. But he had failed to bring Gisella the machinery she required to save his mate’s lifespan.
Because he was a warrior and battle was his priority.
Saving beings was her focus.
“What is the recommended treatment?” She continued to guide her protégé.
“We extract the growth.” The girl nibbled on her bottom lip. “That will stress the patient’s body. The growth is very large.”
It would stress the medic’s body also. Gisella touched her aching wrist. Neither of them was ready for that task. “The patient isn’t able to tolerate that level of stress at the moment.”
“At the moment.” Pono repeated her words. “We’ll give him nutrients and beverage, force him to rest first. Then we’ll extract the growth.”
“That’s very good.” She nodded and the girl beamed. “The only change I’d make to your treatment is we’ll hold him for observation for a couple of planet rotations after the extraction. We want to ensure the growth doesn’t return.”
“He’ll be our patient for a while.” Pono didn’t appear happy with that prospect.
Gisella wasn’t happy with it either. “What does that mean?”
“We should remove his garments and clean him.” The girl recited that rule. Cleaning longer-term patients reduced the risk of disease spreading.
While Pono tended to the Palavian, Gisella filled out their patient’s information, entering the little they knew into the databases.
Her wrist continued to throb. She’d need a fermented beverage herself after this shift, something to take the edge off her own pain, allow her to sleep.
“Lead Medic?” Pono asked. “If we can’t save this patient’s life—”
“We’ll save his life.” She had the equipment necessary to do that. “We never tell the family that because there’s uncertainty with any treatment and we don’t want to make promises we can’t keep. But this patient will live.”
The girl plucked at her jacket, her expression doubtful. “In my culture, white is the color of death.”
“We’ve talked about this.” The medics Gisella trained came from a wide variety of backgrounds. Many of them had beliefs about death. “Healing is science, not superstition, and the science states we will save this male’s life.”
“But if we can’t save his life.” Pono persisted. “Do you think his brother will kill you?”
“He’ll try.” She didn’t doubt that. Grief pushed beings to extremes and Palavians already lived on the edge of violence.
“Stars.” The girl muttered her words. “Being a medic is dangerous.”
The role was dangerous but it was needed. And Gisella was damn good at it, had always had an interest in healing, a natural ability to mend others. It was her calling in this universe, like designing ships had been her mother’s calling.
Unlike her mother, she wouldn’t allow anyone to interfere with it. Ever.
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A warrior seeking forever faces a medic living in the moment.
Gisella, the Refuge’s medic, is dedicated to her role. She doesn’t have the space in her lifespan for love, a mate, or children. Healing is her entire focus.
But she’s also a female in her prime. She has needs, wants, cravings…especially for a scarred, long-haired barbarian warrior temporarily residing in the settlement. One fierce, soul-blasting, passion-filled encounter is all she is willing to give him before she returns to her duties.
Oghul, a Chamele Warlord’s Second-In-Command, has waited his entire lifespan to find his gerel, the being fated to be his. He’s thrilled to discover she wants him as savagely as he yearns for her.
His little human medic appeals to his primitive possessive side. Greatly. He wants to stamp his ownership all over her bountiful curves, take her back to his home planet, claim his fiery female permanently.
When Carinae E’s solitary sun rises, two determined beings with very different desires find their lifespans entwined. Their battle for emotional supremacy will span systems and alter destinies.
The universe will never be the same.
Dark Cure is a STANDALONE SciFi Romance set in a gritty, dark world.
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Dark Cure And Ships Crashing
This stock photo (crafted by grandfailure) reminds me of a scene from Dark Cure (releasing November 13).
Dark Cure is the final official story in the Dark Thoughts/Refuge series.
Our December Freebie Thank You story is Dark Arsenal, which will officially reside in the Cyborg Sizzle series but features Vicuska, the Rebel agent who appeared in Dark Fire.
Warlord Sky, my January release, starts with the same crash scene (written from the new hero’s perspective).
Warlord Sky will be the first story in my Chamele Barbarian Warlord series.
You’ll meet the hero of this first story in Dark Cure.
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A warrior seeking forever faces a medic living in the moment.
Gisella, the Refuge’s medic, is dedicated to her role. She doesn’t have the space in her lifespan for love, a mate, or children. Healing is her entire focus.
But she’s also a female in her prime. She has needs, wants, cravings…especially for a scarred, long-haired barbarian warrior temporarily residing in the settlement. One fierce, soul-blasting, passion-filled encounter is all she is willing to give him before she returns to her duties.
Oghul, a Chamele Warlord’s Second-In-Command, has waited his entire lifespan to find his gerel, the being fated to be his. He’s thrilled to discover she wants him as savagely as he yearns for her.
His little human medic appeals to his primitive possessive side. Greatly. He wants to stamp his ownership all over her bountiful curves, take her back to his home planet, claim his fiery female permanently.
When Carinae E’s solitary sun rises, two determined beings with very different desires find their lifespans entwined. Their battle for emotional supremacy will span systems and alter destinies.
The universe will never be the same.
Dark Cure is a STANDALONE SciFi Romance set in a gritty, dark world.
Buy Now:
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Third Scene From Dark Cure
Dark Cure is releasing November 13th!
I’ve shared the first scene from the first chapter. You can read that here: http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6639
Today, I’m sharing the third scene.
“You ugly excuse for a female.” The still-standing Palavian glared at her. “No one hurts my brother.”
She suspected he would have attacked her if he wasn’t struggling solo under the weight of his unconscious sibling.
“The pain is temporary.” She met his gaze directly. “He’ll recover within a planet rotation.” Until then, he would be in extreme agony. “No one.” Her voice raised. She wanted everyone to hear this refresher of the rules. “Touches any medic within the Refuge.”
“That isn’t one of the Ruler’s laws.” The short Palavian predictably challenged her statement.
Kralj had very few laws – the main one being there was no killing within the settlement.
The Ahkian had discovered the consequences of breaking that rule. The remaining pieces of the male would be impaled on a stake and displayed outside the Refuge as a warning to visitors.
The medic bay was Gisella’s terrain, however, and the medics were her beings to protect. She had different rules and enforced them in different ways.
“Not touching medics is one of my laws.” She lifted the gun she’d modified. “Touch a medic once and you’ll be zapped…as your brother discovered.”
That male sobbed like an infant. Tears streamed down his face, leaving trails of clean skin on his cheeks. Urine pooled around his body.
“Touch a medic twice and you’ll have no balls when you recover.” She had never delivered that reprimand. The first zap was an effective deterrent. “Touch a medic a third time and you’ll plead for death.”
She wouldn’t kill the male. That would break the laws of the Refuge. But she was a skilled medic. She knew many ways to inflict lasting pain on a being.
“Are we clear?” She lifted her eyebrows.
The remaining Palavian glanced at his brother on the floor, at her gun, and then at her. “You wouldn’t be so tough without your weapon.”
“I dissect brains for fun.” Her tone was dry. “I’m tough without a gun. The weapon merely ensures I don’t hurt you more than I should.” She sometimes was overzealous in defending herself. “Your brother needs a medic’s help. Either allow him to get that assistance or leave with him. I have other patients to see.”
She hoped he’d make the right choice. His brother did require healing.
“I want another medic to treat my brother.” The Palavian looked around him. His gaze settled on Pono.
“He’ll be treated by me or by no one at all.” She wouldn’t assign a dangerous patient to one of her less-experienced team members. “I’m the lead medic. If you want my superior, speak to Kralj. Or yell for him, if that’s your preference.” She shrugged. “He’s currently within the medic bay.”
The Palavian’s face paled. Everyone was scared of the Ruler. “You can treat Egor.” He begrudgingly conceded that point, as though treating his brother was an honor.
It wouldn’t be. She eyed the unconscious male, anticipating a world of difficulties. “Carry him to chamber 3.” She waved in that direction.
The Palavian hauled his brother along the corridor. Only when she was safely behind him did she glance at her protégé. The girl was uncharacteristically subdued, didn’t meet her gaze.
“Stay out of his reach.” Gisella told her. Her wrist ached. She didn’t want to repeat that experience. “We’ll talk about this later.”
Pono winced. Being an intelligent female, she knew she was in trouble.
Gisella followed the males into the assigned space. It was well-equipped. Machines lined the walls. She should have everything she needed to restore her patient to full health.
The Palavian plopped his brother onto the sleeping support, rolled him over until he faced upward. “Heal him.” He crossed all four of his arms.
“What was he doing when he lost consciousness?” She required more information.
“That doesn’t matter.” The male was determined to be a pain in the ass.
“It matters if you want your brother to regain consciousness.” She could be as obstinate as he was. “If you want him to die…”
“If he dies, you die.” The Palavian leaned forward.
She raised the gun.
He backed away from her. “He wasn’t doing anything. The three of us were drinking in the main beverage outlet. Egor was in a bad mood. That mood got worse the more he drank. He passed out, fell off his chair. We thought he had too much fermented beverage. A shift passed and he didn’t wake up.”
The brothers had waited a shift before seeking help. She twisted her lips. They were idiots.
There were other questions she could ask but she wanted him out of the chamber before he resorted to his natural inclination toward violence. “We’ll run some tests. That will take a while. Transport your other brother to his domicile.”
The male narrowed his eyes. “If he dies—”
“I die.” She shook her head. If she had a credit for every male who threatened her, she could afford a larger medic bay. “I received your message. Now, leave and allow me to treat Egor.”
The male glared at her, at her protégé, then stomped away.
Read the next installment (Available November 5th): http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6649
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A warrior seeking forever faces a medic living in the moment.
Gisella, the Refuge’s medic, is dedicated to her role. She doesn’t have the space in her lifespan for love, a mate, or children. Healing is her entire focus.
But she’s also a female in her prime. She has needs, wants, cravings…especially for a scarred, long-haired barbarian warrior temporarily residing in the settlement. One fierce, soul-blasting, passion-filled encounter is all she is willing to give him before she returns to her duties.
Oghul, a Chamele Warlord’s Second-In-Command, has waited his entire lifespan to find his gerel, the being fated to be his. He’s thrilled to discover she wants him as savagely as he yearns for her.
His little human medic appeals to his primitive possessive side. Greatly. He wants to stamp his ownership all over her bountiful curves, take her back to his home planet, claim his fiery female permanently.
When Carinae E’s solitary sun rises, two determined beings with very different desires find their lifespans entwined. Their battle for emotional supremacy will span systems and alter destinies.
The universe will never be the same.
Dark Cure is a STANDALONE SciFi Romance set in a gritty, dark world.
Buy Now:
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07HCTHN27
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07HCTHN27
Apple/iTunes : https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dark-cure/id1436359104
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