Fathers In Romanceland – Releasing Rage
Today is Father’s Day in North America. There are some awesome dad moments in romance novels. There’s something very sexy about a man taking care of his son, whether that son is biologically his or a son he has chosen to love.
Yesterday, I shared a scene from One And Done, my next contemporary romance release. Today, I thought I’d share a scene from Releasing Rage featuring Rage, the first cyborg daddy.
He’s highly intelligent.
He? Rage frowned. Did viruses have a sex? Answer my questions. Will my female survive?
The virus squealed, its tone joyful, and the cyborgs laughed. They fraggin’ laughed while his female was ill!
“Stay still, little engineer.” Rage brushed his lips over Joan’s forehead and stomped toward Doc and Surge. They didn’t look away from the viewscreen, watching it as though they’d never seen anything so intriguing.
Rage pushed Surge out of his way. “Let me see it.” He gazed at the image. It looked like a misshapen humanoid with a giant skull and a shrunken little body. That was inside the female he loved, feeding off her, infecting every other being around them?
“What type of parasite is that?” He touched his stomach. Did he now have one of those creatures inside him too?
“Parasite?” Joan’s face turned pale. “Get it out of me.”
“Parasite.” Surge smiled.
“Technically, he is one.” Doc appeared as irrationally happy. “And judging by how quickly he’s growing, he’ll be out of you in mere planet rotations, Rage’s female.”
“We might have to remove him.” Surge tapped his fingers against his chin. “She’s human. She might not be able to carry him to term.”
“True.”
Rage’s frustration levels spiraled higher and higher. “Will.” He picked Doc up by his neck. “She.” He shook the cyborg. “Live?”
“Yes,” Doc croaked. “Not virus. Offspring.”
“What?” Rage dropped him. “That’s your diagnosis?” Were they idiots? “Cyborgs can’t produce offspring. I know. I was in the breeding programs, was paired with twenty-two human females and one hundred and fifteen cyborg females. None of those pairings were successful.” He narrowed his eyes, questioning Doc’s credentials. “Where did you learn about repairing cyborgs?”
Doc rubbed his neck. “I’m qualified.”
Rage didn’t believe him. Crash. He opened his transmission lines to his friend. Relay these images and all subsequent information to Intrepid. Ask him to search on possible causes. “Are there additional medical staff on board?”
“You don’t need advice from additional medical staff.” Doc glared at him. “This is an image of an offspring manufactured in one of the human’s laboratories.” He tapped the screen and an image appeared. “This is the image of the offspring in your female’s womb.” He reduced the size and displayed them side by side.
They were identical.
Identical.
That meant…
Rage swayed, his view of the worlds, the future, fate shifting.
Because something he thought impossible had occurred. He had created offspring with Joan. She wasn’t sick, wasn’t dying. She would live, spend her lifespan with him.
And she was carrying his son.
“My son,” he roared, falling to his knees, his fingers curling into fists. “I have a female and a son.”
Cyborgs cheered over the transmission lines, their joy almost rivaling his.
Almost.
He’d never felt this happy. Ever. It was as though every pleasure he’d ever experienced, every dream, every unspoken wish, had converged into one.
“Rage?” Joan gazed at him with wide eyes, her hands placed protectively over her rounded stomach. She’d given him this happiness.
“We created offspring, female.”
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Defying Death
He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.
Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.
Even the human female he’s destined to love.
Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.
To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.
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Fathers In Romance – One And Done
Tomorrow is Father’s Day in North America. There are many types of dads in Romanceland. Some have biological children. Some have adopted children. Some become dads in nontraditional ways.
In One And Done, Smoke chooses to become a father figure to Woofer, a street kid. Woofer, a teenager, is mouthy and moody, a kid others might find difficult to love.
Here’s a scene from One And Done
A little over two hours later, Nana Zaire has moved to a bench positioned in a sunny spot in the secluded backyard. “He won’t be easy to love.”
“No, he won’t be.” I’m not certain whether she’s referring to the man or to the boy leaning over the Lamborghini’s engine. It doesn’t matter. The same observation applies to both of them. “We’re taking it one minute at a time.”
“He needs to hear those words but they’re just words, aren’t they? You’re already talking about making dinner rolls for next week and cupcakes for Lucy’s birthday.”
She’s right. I can’t live purely in the present. “I’m trying.”
“He is too.” Nana Zaire nods at Smoke. “And he realizes he’s difficult. That’s why he brought you here.” She pats my hands. “You’ll need my help. You have my number.” She gave it to me after dinner. “You know where I live. You’re welcome here anytime.”
“Thank you.” I can’t imagine Edward’s mother ever making me this offer. “If you need any help, I’m here for you too.”
“I’m counting on that.” She turns her head, watches Smoke and Woofer fiddle with the sports car, their shoulders touching.
Woofer’s mouth constantly moves, as do his hands. Smoke deflects a waving wrench as it threatens to clunk against the immaculate paint job. The boy doesn’t notice this close call.
“I should talk to Woofer.” He’ll damage Smoke’s pretty car.
“No, you shouldn’t.” Nana Zaire stops me. “Smoke understands. Zanders, my husband, was a proud audiophile, a purist. He had a huge collection of LPs, premium vinyl, rare records that were difficult to find.”
“Smoke smashed it.” I don’t need to hear the entire story to know how it ends.
“If he told you that, he’s even more serious about you than I thought.” She studies me. “Smoke takes his pain out on inanimate objects. He doesn’t harm people.”
“I know.” He’d never hurt me, not physically. Smoke removes the wrench from Woofer’s hands and closes the hood. “The hurt has to go somewhere.”
“True.” Nana Zaire nods. “How does Woofer deal with it?”
“He works.” I consider my history with the boy more closely. “And he acts like he doesn’t care but he does, very much.”
“They all do.”
Smoke strides toward us, rubbing his hands on a rag. Woofer follows him, attempting to imitate his swagger. They’re so damn adorable.
I love them both.
“I’ll take you inside, Nana Zaire.” Smoke reaches down and lifts her to her feet, handling the elderly woman as though she’s a delicate piece of fine china. “Woofer, you have something to say to Miss Jenella.”
“Yes, sir.” He scowls behind Smoke’s back and crosses his thin arms, unhappiness radiating from him.
My lips twitch. I must be receiving an apology.
Judging by Woofer’s expression, it will be the most ungracious request for forgiveness anyone has ever received.
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He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
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