Cyborgs And Nudity
When Joan first meets Rage in Releasing Rage, he’s completely naked. He feels no shame about this. He’s accustomed to being bare, to being poked and prodded. The humans who manufactured him treat him like a weapon to be used, like a machine.
Machines don’t feel modesty. They’re taken apart and put back together, without any thought about their feelings. Excess clothing is impractical and viewed as unnecessary. It slows repairs and inhibits movement.
Rage, being an older cyborg, is aware that Joan, being human, is embarrassed by his nudity. At first, he doesn’t care about her feelings. He hates all humans. It gives him pleasure to embarrass her.
It gives Rage even more pleasure to humiliate her by demanding that she strip naked also. He does want to see all of her (he IS male) and he likes that they’re on equal footing. But he also derives some joy from her discomfort.
The younger cyborgs aren’t as angry as Rage is. They’re simply clueless. They’ve spent most of their lifespans naked and have no idea that this might be wrong. They don’t even have regular clothing. They have battle armor, which is uncomfortable to wear all the time, and nothing else.
What does this mean? You can expect quite a bit of nudity in future stories. Human heroines will not only see their heroes in the buff but they’ll see all of his friends naked also.
And the heroes won’t view that as wrong.
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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Releasing Rage and Writing What We Want
I’m at Decadent Divas today, talking about cyborgs and writing what we want!
Here is a snippet…
“My advice to all writers is to write what you’re passionate about and not worry as much about what publishers want.
My advice to all readers is if a writer is super enthusiastic about one of her stories, there’s usually a reason why. That story is worth investigating.”
Read the full post here
http://thedecadentdivas.blogspot.ca/2015/08/sexy-cyborgs-and-writing-what-we-want.html
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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Releasing Rage – Glued To This New Series
Yay! We have another great review for Releasing Rage.
This review is even more special because it comes from a non-SciFi reader!
Allisia at Defying Tradition shares
“This is the first SciFi cyborg book I have ever read. Truth be told when I first read the description I laughed and said, “nope, not for me.””
“I was laughing at myself because here was a book I didn’t think I would ever be interested in and I couldn’t put it down.”
Read the full review here
http://traditionallydefiant.blogspot.ca/2015/08/releasing-rage-by-cynthia-sax.html
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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Talking Releasing Rage And Publishing Truths
I’m at Dena Rogers’ online home today, talking about my publishing truths.
http://dena-rogers.com/cynthia-sax-five-things-i-learned-from-publishing-a-book/
Here’s a snippet…
1. If a writer is passionate about a book, the book is more likely to sell well.
I’m super passionate about Releasing Rage, my latest release, a sizzling cyborg SciFi erotic romance. Because I’m excited about this story, I talk about it ALL THE TIME. I talk about it when I should be promoting other stories. My enthusiasm is contagious. Reading, reviewing and blogging buddies get excited too.
Readers, if you see a writer is super enthusiastic about a story she’s written, that story might be one to put on your to-be-read pile. There’s a reason why the writer thinks this story is special.
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
Buy Now:
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Releasing Rage – The Mantidae
In Releasing Rage, the cyborgs are ordered to fight the Mantidae, huge insect-like creatures that are in the midst of migrating to their breeding planets. Unfortunately, their migration leads them through Humanoid Alliance-controlled space. Some of the planets they normally swarm and feed from are now inhabited by humans. The Mantidae view humans as simply another food source.
Mantidae resemble human-sized praying mantis (mantidae is the family name for the species). They have razor-sharp raptorial forelegs. Mantidae prefer to eat their prey alive but if the prey struggles (as humans tend to do when faced with a giant insect intent on devouring them), they use these forelegs like scissors to cut their prey into two. Yes. (grimaces) It is a gruesome death.
Earth mantises also prefer to eat their prey alive and the larger a mantis grows, the larger the prey it hunts. Small mantises devour other insects. Large mantises can eat scorpions, birds, snakes, and rodents. They aren’t predators to be messed with!
Could creatures like the Mantidae exist?
Of course. On Earth, there are 200 million insects for every human. If there are humanoids spread throughout the universe, these humanoids being different sizes, colors, having different features, it is logical that there are insects spread throughout the universe and that some of these insects could be as large or larger than humans with corresponding appetites.
Are the Mantidae the ‘bad guys’?
Calling the Mantidae the enemy would be like calling a shark the enemy. They’re not deliberately trying to harm humans. Their goal is to reach their breeding planets. They need food to fuel their trip. Humans are living on the planets they use as ‘rest stops.’ So the Mantidae eat them.
I’m not pro-Mantidae (they’re giant scary bugs) but I understand why they’re killing humans.
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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Releasing Rage – Chapter One, Part Three
I’ve been sharing the first few scenes of Releasing Rage.
You can read the previous scenes here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/07/28/releasing-rage-chapter-one-part-one/
Here is the third and final part of chapter one.
He grunted. “Then clean me from the top of my head downward, little engineer.” She approached him. “You’re too small to reach,” he advised her unnecessarily. “Use the elevation platform.”
That placed her breasts at his eye level. Joan trembled as she massaged his scarred scalp with the cleaning cloth, purifying each strand of hair. It was an intimate act. His long straight locks were decadently soft. His hot breath wafted over her skin.
“Did they give my little engineer breeding drugs?” His tone was mocking. “I smell her arousal.” He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring.
“C models were designed to reproduce.” Joan swiped the cloth over his broad forehead. That skin was also crisscrossed with old scars. How many times had he been experimented on? “Everything about you, from your deepened voice to your enhanced pheromones, was modified to maximize your appeal to females.”
“It appeals to cyborg females.” His lips twisted. “They have no effect on, other than to frighten, human females.”
“And you’re an expert on human females,” she mumbled, dabbing the cloth carefully over the more delicate skin around his brilliant blue eyes. His model number was inked below his right eye. Joan traced the mark with her fingertips.
“I was forced to breed with twenty-two human females, one hundred and fifteen cyborg females, before the program was deemed a failure.” He watched her.
“They forced you to breed with strangers?” Joan stared at him, horrified.
“If you truly served me, you’d show me respect and call me sir.”
He was an obstinate cyborg. She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. “They forced you to breed with strangers, sir?”
“The breeding didn’t result in offspring.” There was no emotion in his reply. “A cyborg’s nanocybotics views a fertilized egg as a damaged egg and repairs it.”
“I’m sorry.” She didn’t know what to say, what to do to make that right.
He lifted one eyebrow.
“Sir,” she amended.
C899321’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “I’ve survived worse, little engineer. Save your pity for the human females.” He blew over her nipples, knowing damn well what he was doing to her. “They had to breed with a primitive cyborg, tolerate my touch. Even with the breeding drugs, they weren’t as aroused as you are right now.”
She had to get her attraction to him under control. Joan scrubbed harder, rubbing the cleaning cloth over his grooved cheeks, his flattened nose, his full sensual lips. “I’m caring for you because this is my duty, sir.” This reminder was more for herself than for him. “This is what I’ve trained my entire life to do.”
He opened his mouth. She chattered about nonsense, not allowing the cyborg to speak, to use that sexy voice of his against her.
As she told him about the agri lot she grew up on, the solar cycles spent as a ward, the courses she mastered at the Academy, Joan explored the squareness of his jaw, his compact neck, wide shoulders, sculpted biceps, pecs, abs. He had lived longer than many humans and had scars that made her cringe, yet was a prime male specimen, fit, strong, virile.
She progressed downward. “What happened here, sir?” She touched the dozens of lighter nicks of skin over his stomach, having seen similar marks on his face and chest. “These are fresh.” They’d occurred more recently than his scars and had completely healed. “But they’re not battle wounds.”
He didn’t answer.
She gazed upward. His face was hard, his anger returning.
Joan caressed his hips with the cloth. The nearer she moved to his cock, the more concentrated the marks became. She paused when she reached his base. She had cleaned plenty of mock cyborgs at the academy but this was different. This cock was attached to a real male.
“You’re to clean all of me.” C899321 pushed his hips forward, thrusting his shaft toward her. “Must I do your job for you, female?”
“No, sir.” Joan jutted her jaw. “I can do this. It’s like cleaning a female bovine’s teat.” She folded the cloth around him.
“I’m a cyborg, not an animal.”
“We’re all animals, sir.” She stroked him once, twice. His cock was thick and long and had an interesting ridge. As the blood disappeared, she realized that the ridge was another scar. “They experimented on your cock?”
“They removed one of my balls.” His voice deepened even more.
Shit. She cupped his sac, having avoided looking directly at this private part of him. He was right. One ball had been severed.
“What was the point of that?” Her outrage grew. “They could have taken a seminal fluid sample without removing a testicle.”
“They wanted to see if the nanocybotics would repair it.”
“A tiny portion would have shown them that.” She no longer wondered why he was so angry. She wondered why more humans hadn’t died.
Because his torture hadn’t ended with the experiments. His shaft and sac were also striped with nicks. “Did my predecessor make these fresh wounds, sir?” Joan caressed him with the cloth. A bead of pre-cum formed on his tip and she cleaned that too, poking into his slit.
He grunted, not answering her question.
She gazed at his cock. He remained hard. When the bovines weren’t milked regularly, their teats would swell and crack, and the animals would then bellow with agony, the sound twisting her heart.
She didn’t want C899321 to endure more pain.
“I could…ummm…finish you, sir.” She couldn’t look at him while she said this.
“Finish me?”
She waved at his cock. “I could milk you with my hands, release the tension.”
A long nerve-racking pause followed her embarrassing offer.
She peeked up at him. He stared down at her, his eyes sparking with emotion.
“Sir?”
He shook his head, his long hair, now dry, brushing against his broad face. “Finish cleaning me, female. You can milk me like one of your beloved bovines later,” he promised as though that was a treat he was granting her.
“My offer benefited you, not me,” Joan muttered.
She glided the cloth over his thighs, knees, shins, catching the drips on his feet. He then turned and she repeated the process, moving downward, learning the breadth of his shoulders, the small of his back, the indents in his ass cheeks.
He couldn’t watch her and that made it easier to clean between them. The nicks deepened into gouges around his puckered hole.
“He violated you, sir?” That was outside her realm of understanding. Caring for a cyborg was a trusted duty, one half of a partnership. “If you hadn’t already terminated him, I would have.”
“He was one of your kind.” The cyborg didn’t believe her. “You would have joined in or done worse.”
“You don’t know me.” She snapped the cloth, ensuring it had renewed fully, and cleaned his thighs and calves. “I should report him.”
“He’s dead. What purpose would that serve?”
It wouldn’t serve any purpose, other than embarrass the engineer’s family. “You should have justice, sir.” She scrubbed his heels.
He turned, pushing her away from him. “I took my own justice.” He backed into the docking station. His cock remained hard, jutting from his hairless base. “As I’ll take my own justice when you harm me.”
She shivered, his tone telling her he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. “I’d never harm you, sir.” A cleaning bot rolled between her bare feet, sucking up the spilled blood. Would it be her blood it cleaned in the future?
“Kneel before me,” the cyborg ordered.
She obeyed, gazing up at him. His eyes blazed, reflecting lust, triumph, a hint of cruelty. The cyborg enjoyed having her at his mercy.
And she liked following his commands…a little too much.
“Put those agri skills to work and milk me, female.”
“My name is Joan, sir.” If he planned to kill her, he should know that. She ran her hands over him from base to tip and back again. He was soft skin over hard metal, ridged with the scar, smooth at his bloomed cock head, his shaft slick, self-lubricating. “You’re C899321.”
“You’ll call me sir.” He grunted, swaying into her fingers.
“You’re in pain, sir.” This was a kindness, not a sexual favor, she told herself.
Joan skimmed her fingertips over his solitary ball. He quivered, unable to hold back his reaction to her touch.
She’d give him relief and he’d feel grateful to her. Gratitude would lead to trust.
Joan stroked his shaft, formulating a plan.
“That’s it, female. Touch me with those delicate human hands.” He moved faster against her, animalistic noises coming from his throat, raw and fierce. “Show me how you can serve me.”
“I will, sir.” She’d show him and he’d decide to keep her, allow her to live. This hand job could delay her death for a planet rotation or a solar cycle or permanently.
Joan tightened her grip, increasing the friction, and his cock bobbed with appreciation. “You’ll never wish for another engineer.”
“I don’t need an engineer.” The skin on his face pulled tight, his lips flattening. “That’s why I killed the last one.”
No, he killed the engineer because the human hurt him, tortured him. He wasn’t a bad being. She worked him with everything she had, with all the experience she’d gathered over the solar cycles, all the passion in her lonely, neglected heart. Her breasts jiggled with her efforts. Her knees protested their contact with the hard floor.
It wasn’t enough for him. He covered her hands with his, guiding her up and down, up and down his shaft, his ball slapping against her fingers. “Frag.” His voice reached deep inside her. “Frag. Frag.” He sounded desperate. “Make me come, female.”
She slipped one of her hands away from his, folded her fingers over his sac and squeezed. He roared, driving his hips forward, pushing her backward. Cum arced from his tip, splattered on her breasts, and she screamed with ecstasy, her pussy clenching around nothing.
The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, his essence warming, tingling, pinching, a thousand bubbles bursting over her skin. It was too much, too good.
“Need. Relief.” She reached to wipe his cum off her breasts.
“No.” C899321 caught her wrists, preventing her from removing his savage branding. She twisted, writhed, whimpering, trying to free herself, light and sound blurring.
It was several moments before her rational thought returned.
“What was that, sir?” She slumped against his legs, worn out by pleasure.
“My nanocybotics.” He released her wrists. “They’re concentrated in my cum and, to a lesser extent, my saliva. Your skin will absorb them. Until I give you permission to move, stay where you are and don’t touch them.”
Joan gazed up at him, blinking, her mind numb. He wanted to mark her.
It was the primitive action of a primitive male.
And she had no objections.
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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Writing Erotic Romance – Prologues
I wrote a 3,000 word, 12 page prologue for Breathing Vapor, the follow up story to Releasing Rage (Breathing Vapor will release in November).
Mira, my heroine, acts like a major beyotch when she’s around other beings. She has a great reason for acting this way but I was worried that if you didn’t know this reason when you first met her, you might find her an unsympathetic heroine (i.e. you’d hate her guts).
So I wrote a prologue, sharing a scene from her past that showed why she was that way. It was powerful. It made me, as a writer, cry.
It was also unnecessary. My awesome editor convinced me I didn’t need it, that I’d created a character readers would love without knowing the backstory. I took it out and you know what? It’s a much stronger story without the prologue.
I’ve written many prologues. Not one has survived the editing process. Why? Because usually a prologue isn’t required (usually! There are always exceptions to every rule, including this one, but those exceptions are rare.).
Why Editors (and Readers) Hate Prologues
A prologue is set at an earlier time and often a different place than the core story. Every time writers change settings, we jar the reader out of the story. Jarring the reader out of the story between the prologue and chapter one is a HUGE risk. The reader hasn’t yet become emotionally invested in the story.
Especially since the first pages are a prologue. The reader bought the story expecting the hero or heroine portrayed in the back cover copy. In Releasing Rage, readers want to meet a tormented, angry hero. They don’t want to read about Rage when he had a kinder, gentler view of the worlds. It is kind of like seeing a guy’s baby photos on a first date. It’s much too soon for that.
Prologues are also backstory dumps. Backstory is powerful. Readers often read for it (in the case of E.L. James’ Grey, they’ll buy an entire book to read a character’s backstory). That’s why they turn the pages. “This hero is completed fucked up. I have to know why.” We can only use a juicy piece of backstory once. Do we really want to use it at the beginning of a story, before the reader cares about the character?
Alternatives To Prologues
A great writer once told me that ideally backstory should be threaded into a story as the reader needs to know it (threaded, not dumped – again, you don’t want to draw readers out of the story). That timing often makes it more powerful.
In romance, this revelation is often easy to do because a heroine, loving a fucked up hero, for example, will eventually want to know WHY he’s fucked up. The reader can discover this at the same time.
If both of the characters already know the backstory, it is a bit more challenging. If the past truly haunts the character, he or she will likely dream about it. An incident might also trigger a memory. In Breathing Vapor, the heroine sees someone and, at first, thinks that person is a person from her past. The character might be facing the same decision they faced in the past. Will he or she make the same choice?
There are thousands of great ways to reveal backstory. If you’re stuck, reread beloved stories and note how those authors handle it. (Or email me and we can brainstorm!)
How did I handle the unsympathetic heroine in Breathing Vapor?
Mira acts like a beyotch when she’s around other beings. The solution? I show her true nature when she’s alone (actually, she’s caring for a cyborg baby but he can’t tell anyone about her kindness so she feels she’s safe).
Yes, the solution was ridiculously simple. I threaded the rest of the information throughout the core story and eliminated the prologue entirely.
How have you eliminated prologues in your own manuscripts?
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
Buy Now:
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Releasing Rage And Baby Cyborgs
I’ve always loved cyborg heroes. They’re half man, half machine, and all sexy. But I waited to write a cyborg series until I figured out how cyborgs are created.
The first cyborgs were human warriors who had been hurt in battle and were melded with machine parts. These cyborgs had computers installed within them but they were primarily human. They didn’t have model numbers. They had names.
Building a huge army of cyborgs by converting human warriors wasn’t feasible. The process took too long. It was too manual. Scientists had to figure out a way to mass produce cyborgs.
They already knew how to create robots. Scientists knew how to clone beings, how to grow organs. The missing piece was nanocybotics (which I’ve already talked about here – http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/07/24/why-cyborgs-live-forever-nanocybotics/ ).
The goal was that once the first batch of male and female cyborgs were manufactured, they would then breed and create baby cyborgs, providing a steady supply of warriors to send into battle.
The cyborgs were created as hyper potent and programmed to breed. The males would cycle through a variety of females, forced to breed with them, punished or killed if they refused (Rage from Releasing Rage was one of these males). The males and the females were separated. They didn’t bond, didn’t spend much time at all with their breeding partner for that planet rotation.
The breeding programs were unsuccessful. The nanocybotics viewed a fertilized egg as a damaged egg and would repair it, returning it to its non-fertilized state. Scientists could apply a nanocybotics suppresser in the laboratory but coding it into the cyborg’s DNA was too complex.
Since this fertilization process had to be done in a laboratory, it made sense to also eliminate the breeding and childbearing process. Sperm and eggs could be harvested from male cyborgs and human females respectively. The units (babies) could be grown in vats, their growth accelerated to provide the humans with warriors faster.
Not having a breeding program meant that it was unnecessary to manufacture and store female cyborgs. Cyborgs going forward were all male. Many of the modern warriors have never seen a female of any species. However, they still have the driving need to breed. Some cyborgs view this as yet another way humans torment them.
So, yes, cyborgs can have babies (offspring) but the breeding programs showed scientists that this couldn’t be done naturally. But, to paraphrase Jeff Goldblum’s character in Jurassic Park, life always finds a way.
When a cyborg finds a female who, by a fluke of genetics, can host his nanocybotics, his nanocybotics become a part of her, changing her, merging them in a genetic sense. His sperm is no longer seen as foreign, as being an invader to her body. There’s no need to eliminate it.
Bam! Cyborg babies. (grins)
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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Releasing Rage – Chapter One, Part Two
Last week, I shared the first few scenes of Releasing Rage.
You can read it here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/07/28/releasing-rage-chapter-one-part-one/
Here is the second part of chapter one.
“They thought to pacify me with the use of a human female?” he thundered, his deep gravelly voice clawing across her skin, awakening parts in her she didn’t realize slept. “I’d kill you before I allowed you to touch me.”
This insult didn’t hurt her the way he’d intended. Joan knew she wasn’t the slim tiny female males desired. She was solidly built, good breeding stock, as her mother had once said.
She discarded his words and focused on the torment in his tones. He hurt. Horrifically. Her fingers twitched, the urge to reach out to him, to comfort him, tremendous. Judging by the flex of his powerful biceps and thigh muscles, by the anger radiating from him, he wouldn’t appreciate that response.
He also wouldn’t listen to any command she issued. A reprimand, verbal or physical, would add to his hostility. Some being had already tried to restrain him and failed. The reportedly unbreakable wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the frame of the uploading dock had been shattered, rendered useless.
Joan discarded four solar cycles’ worth of theory on how to handle malfunctioning cyborgs, realizing now that the academy experts knew nothing.
Her late father, however, had taught her how to deal with wild beasts.
“I would never touch you without your permission.” She lowered her gaze, showing submission, recognizing C899321 as the dominant male he was. He’d seek to harm any aggressor, to protect himself and his territory. If she wasn’t female, she suspected she’d already be dead.
“I also would never hurt you.” Joan stuffed a couple of cleaning cloths into her pockets and dropped to her knees, into a puddle of red. The moisture soaked through her flight suit. “I’m here to serve you, to clean you.”
She slowly crawled forward through the liquefied remains of the previous engineer. Having lived on an agri lot and spending the last solar cycle in the waste processing chambers, guck no longer fazed her.
“You don’t want to be dirty.” Joan kept her head bowed, her voice calm and soft. “That would interfere with your mechanics.”
She filled the silence with a flow of reassuring words, telling him she meant him no harm, that she was there to help him. Joan kept her gaze lowered, concentrating on his feet. He stood with them braced apart, preparing for an attack, ready to defend himself. His feet appeared human except much, much larger, his metal frame concealed with skin. When not covered with blood, that skin would be gray.
The current J models could pass for human, designed not to frighten the general population. The C models were clearly cyborg, from their giant stature to their unnatural skin tone. Some engineers found them to be scary and primitive. Joan didn’t. She associated C models with safety, with caring, with C345925’s unexpected act of kindness.
Joan knelt in front of C899321. Her heart pounded so loudly, she suspected with his superior senses, he could hear her.
Moments passed. She remained motionless, allowing him to look at her, to smell her, to become accustomed to the sound of her voice.
He shifted his weight from his right foot to his left, signaling his readiness and she spoke. “I have a cleaning cloth in my pocket.” She held up her hands, showing him her empty palms. “Can I remove it?”
She waited and waited and waited. He said nothing.
“I told you I wouldn’t take action without your consent.” She wasn’t foolish. Touching a wild thing without permission resulted in death.
“Yes.” His voice was impossibly deep.
“Thank you.” Joan slipped her fingers into her pocket, slowly as to not spook him, and extracted a blue cleaning cloth. “I value your trust.” She opened the enhanced fabric, stretching it tight, allowing him to examine it. “May I clean your feet?”
There was another long pause.
“Yes.”
“Thank you.” No male should have a voice like that, like an endless night filled with decadence and sin. She resisted the urge to wiggle her ass, her pussy moistening, her nipples tightening, and focused on her task, cleaning his ankles, heels, every toe, talking as she did so. The cyborg lifted first one foot and then the other, allowing her to swipe the cloth over his soles.
The fabric sucked up the blood, rearranging the molecules into air. His skin was soft, warm, surprisingly scarred. Joan frowned. “Your nanocybotics must have been suppressed when you were damaged. There should be no marks.”
She traced a long slash on his right foot. It was an old wound. “The enemy found a way to do this.” That alarmed her. This flaw in his defenses put her cyborg at risk. “Why wasn’t this development covered in any of the information bulletins I’ve viewed?” Engineers should be working on a countermeasure.
“Are you mentally deficient?” His tone was harsh. “You must be if you volunteered to breed with a C model cyborg.”
Joan gritted her teeth at his assumption about her role. “I’m your engineer, not a breeding female.”
“You lie.” He snorted softly. “Your uniform is gray, not blood-red, and if you were truly my engineer, as you claim, you’d know my damage was inflicted by my previous handlers.”
“I was positioned in the waste processing chambers. That’s why I wear a gray uniform.” Signaling to everyone her lowly status. “And why would a handler hurt you? Our job is to ensure you operate at optimal efficiency.”
“Why would they hurt me? Because they’re cruel humans and I’m a disposable cyborg. Because I operated outside specifications. Because they wished to duplicate my kill rates. Do you need more reasons?”
They’d experimented on him. She gazed at his toes, absorbing this knowledge. Blood had dripped down his legs, coating them with crimson once more. “May I clean your legs?”
He sighed, his muscles flexing and releasing. “You clearly need to be told everything. I must be cleaned from the top down.”
She knew that. “You’d agree to me cleaning your face?”
“Do I have a choice?” His words were bitter.
“Yes.” Joan looked upward, meeting his gaze. “You know how best to maximize your kill rates. Within these chambers, I serve you.”
His eyes flashed with blue currents of energy. “Stop with your lies. I won’t believe them.”
“You’re bigger, stronger, think you’re more intelligent.” She lifted her chin. “Why would I lie to you?”
“I’ll test you, little engineer, and if you fail, you’ll die.”
“I expect nothing less.” She’d been tested her entire lifespan. She and death were old friends.
His eyes narrowed. “Stand.”
Joan scrambled to her feet, her legs aching. Up close, he appeared even taller, broader. For the first time in her life, she felt small.
She liked the feeling. A bit too much.
“Undress,” was his next command. “If you serve me, you should be as naked as I am.”
Joan wished she could argue with that logic but she couldn’t. A subordinate would never wear more clothing than her superior.
She lowered her gaze and slowly undressed, aware of the deficiencies in her form. Her skin was pale. She hadn’t basked in a sun’s rays for solar cycles. Her breasts were too generous, her stomach rounded, her hips wide and her thighs thick.
“Your boots also.”
She unfastened them, the floor cool against her feet, and she stood in front of the cyborg, completely naked.
“Look at me, female.”
Joan met C899321’s gaze, the heat in his eyes tightening her nipples. He wanted her, his cock hardening, his breathing growing ragged.
“Raise your arms and widen your stance.”
She did as he ordered. The position lifted her breasts, as though she offered them to him. It also gave him easy access to her pussy.
Joan was acutely conscious of his size, his strength, his arousal. He could take her, easily overcoming any feeble resistance she made.
The cyborg didn’t move. Instead, he examined her slowly, his gaze resting for endless moments on her breasts and mons.
“Turn around.”
She obeyed him, allowing him to gaze at her ass. He didn’t attempt to touch her and, for that, she was grateful. All he did was look, his perusal as sensual as a caress.
“You aren’t designed like the previous breeding females.”
Her face heated. “I’m not a breeding female. I’m your engineer.”
“So you continue to tell me.”
Read the next scene here: (available August 11th)
http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/08/11/releasing-rage-chapter-one-part-three/
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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Joan Tull, Heroine In Releasing Rage
Some early reviewers have commented on the name of the heroine in Releasing Rage. Joan Tull isn’t the sexiest or most modern of names for our cybernetic engineer.
Joan grew up on an agri lot, a futuristic farm. She will always, in her heart, be an agri lot girl. It’s in her blood, part of her soul, and one of the reasons she connects with the animalistic Rage.
Joan’s initials and her last name is a nod to Jethro Tull. Not the rock band. They’re named after the originally famous Jethro Tull.
Jethro Tull was an early agricultural engineer (aka an invention making farmer). He designed a horse-drawn seed drill in 1701 that economically sowed the seeds in neat rows. He also developed a horse-drawn hoe. Much of what we take for granted in modern farming was invented by Jethro Tull.
(Note: I’m certain Jethro Tull had some issues as a person. He was a product of his times. But when it comes to agricultural advancements, he is worth giving a nod to.)
I proposed different first names for Joan. None of them fitted her steady, solid, unshakable personality. She isn’t a glamorous Gemma or a hip Jessica. She insisted she was a Joan, would only answer to that name, and eventually, I gave up trying to convince her otherwise. Joan suits her.
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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