Defying Death And Carinae E
In Defying Death, Death and Tifara stop at Carinae E to restock nutrition bars.
Here’s a snippet…
“We’ll work together going forward. We’ll have to. In a little over a planet rotation, we’ll land on Carinae E. It’s a primitive, harsh planet.”
Airspace wasn’t monitored, which appealed to her cyborg. There were great expanses of terrain with very few inhabitants. A ship could land and depart without detection.
The databases also described the planet as lacking sanitation and liquid purification systems. That intrigued Tifara.
“The locals could have viruses humanoids haven’t seen in solar cycles.” A thrill zinged through her. “Like Silean 5692.”
Death grunted. He didn’t sound as enthused as she was about that prospect.
“That virus has a cure but the local population might not have it.” They were isolated. “We could share it with them and save millions, thousands.” She thought about the number more. “High hundreds.” The planet wasn’t very populated. “Of beings.”
Carinae E is named after the stars in the constellation Carina.
Carina contains Canopus (formerly called Alpha Carinae), a white-hued supergiant that is the second brightest star in Earth’s night sky. It is 313 light-years from Earth.
Carina also contains Beta Carinae and Theta Carinae, blue-white hued stars, Epsilon Carinae, an orange-hued giant star, and Iota Carinae, a white-hued supergiant star, among other stars. There are several double stars and binary stars in the constellation.
Little is known about the planets in the constellation. Could there be a planet like Carinae E? It’s possible.
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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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Defying Death, Bounty Hunters And Retrievers
In Defying Death, we’re first introduced to Retrievers, a group of individuals working for the Humanoid Alliance.
Here is a snippet…
“It’s a Retriever ship.” She realized. “My friend Safyre told me about Retrievers.” Her mood sobered as it always did when she thought about the friend she’d lost. “They work for the Humanoid Alliance, capturing rebels and other beings, returning them to be sentenced and reprimanded.”
Death’s body stiffened.
“She has a full ship.” Tifara hastened to reassure her trigger-happy male. “Every chamber is filled. She won’t be interested in us.” She hoped. “And she can’t see us, remember? She doesn’t know we’re here.”
He didn’t reply.
“We’ll wait and watch and take action only if she does.” She concentrated on the image of the Retriever’s ship, willing the female not to notice them.
Safyre, her friend, hated Retrievers with a burning passion, thought them the lowest of the low, but Tifara merely saw precious lifeforms, beings she could save.
She held her breath as the ship soundlessly drifted by theirs. It was frighteningly close yet there was no indication that they were detected. The Retriever’s ship didn’t slow or react in any way.
It passed without incident and she exhaled heavily. “That was—”
“The ship is turning.” Death changed the angle on the main viewscreen, allowing them to look behind their vessel.
The Retriever ship was turning. The speed of that turn accelerated, the ship moving faster and faster. Then it dropped, corrected, held for a moment, tilted to the right and to the left.
“What is happening?” Was that normal for an attack? Tifara’s expertise was healing. She knew very little about battle or flying.
Another lifeform scan appeared on the main viewscreen. This time, all of the lifeforms were out of their chambers. “What is that?” She pointed at the huge yellow and red blob at the end of a hallway.
“Fire.”
Tifara did know fire on a ship was a bad thing. “We have to help her. They’ll all die if we don’t.”
“They’ll all die if we help, every being except for her.” Death’s eyes shone with suppressed rage. “She’s hunting rebels. You could have been one of her captives.”
“But—”
“The rebels she captured won’t be reprimanded, my female.” He steered their ship farther away from the Retriever’s vessel. The image in the main viewscreen grew smaller. “They’ll be sent to a cyborg manufacturing compound.” His voice was flat. “Newly manufactured warriors will be forced to fight them, to kill them. I could have been one of those warriors. I could have been forced to fight you, my own female, in the ring. I would have had to kill you because if I didn’t, some other warrior would and he might not end your life as quickly, as painlessly as I could.”
“Oh, Death.” Tifara crawled into his lap and petted his chest, trying to comfort him.
Retrievers are very similar to bounty hunters except bounty hunters work for anyone with the credits to pay them. Retrievers only work for the Humanoid Alliance.
As Mayhem, the wildest of the cyborgs, has been captured by his Retriever female, we’ll learn much more about Retrievers in the next story (Chasing Mayhem, releasing in August). They have a very good (or rather, bad) reason for taking on this terrible job.
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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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Fourth Scene From Defying Death
I’ll be sharing the first chapter from Defying Death over the next few weeks.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/04/20/first-scene-from-defying-death/
Here is the final scene
Why is that transfer of responsibility required? Why do you want this mission?
He wanted Tifara. She might, as Crash’s female stated, find his personality too grim, his manner too violent, but she was his and he would have her. Does it matter why I want this mission? I’m free, as you often state. I can do what I wish and I wish to be the warrior to retrieve her. I have earned that right.
Crash’s face hardened. You can’t do what you wish with Tifara. I don’t know what you’re planning but it won’t involve my female’s friend. She’s not yours, Death. You can’t force a link where there is none.
There was a link. Death felt the connection. Give me this mission. Have I not proved my worth over and over again?
You have. That’s why I chose other warriors for this mission. You’re too valuable to utilize.
Anger rolled inside Death. And Tifara isn’t valuable? She was everything to him yet merely a secondary consideration to the E model.
You’re required elsewhere. Your brethren need you. I need you. Crash played upon his sense of responsibility.
Death was tired of putting others first. You don’t need me. Killing was his strength. There would be no killing in the Homeland.
I do, Crash insisted. I need you to lead the J Models, to represent them with the cyborg council. The J Models trust you. Allow Ace and Thrasher to retrieve Tifara. They’re capable warriors.
Capable isn’t skilled enough. I’m retrieving Tifara.
My friend—
Don’t call me that. Death wouldn’t be manipulated by emotion. This is my mission. I’m taking it. With or without Crash’s approval.
The E model gazed at him. Death gazed back, determined to win the standoff.
You’re not taking this mission. You will accompany us to the Homeland. That decision has been made. Crash’s tone signaled that the discussion was closed.
Tension stretched across Death’s shoulders. So much for being free.
“Ace and Thrasher will retrieve Tifara,” Crash announced to the group. “The rest of us will voyage to the Homeland.”
The cyborgs looked toward Death.
Death showed none of his rage, none of his frustration. His disagreement was between Crash and himself. He wouldn’t undermine the E model’s authority by making it public.
Mayhem’s eyes narrowed, the warrior not fooled by Death’s lack of expression.
Crash ignored the discontented murmurings and talked about administrative issues. Death drifted farther and farther into the crowd, edging his way toward the doors. The E model tried to include him in the decisions. He didn’t answer Crash’s queries.
A youngster asked about obtaining body armor. Death slipped out of the chamber and accelerated, moving through the hallways at cyborg speed, faster than any human male could.
His first stop was Safyre’s ship.
The small vessel was the female’s home. She had formed an emotional attachment to it and he would never take it from her, would never cause her that pain.
Safyre was a precious female, to be treasured, protected.
But he would take Tifara’s scarf. Death unwound the white fabric and stuffed it between his body armor and his chest. A wave of scent wafted upward, hardening his cock.
He ignored his reaction and exited.
Fraggin’ hole. He stifled a groan.
Menace, that irritatingly observant cyborg, waited in front of the ramp to the second ship, a vessel Death had privately claimed for himself. “Crash has access to the auditory system of the council. If you rebel against his orders, they could block you from reaching the Homeland.”
When he rebelled, they would do more than that. The council couldn’t risk cyborgs operating on their own, mixing unmonitored with other species. The humans could realize cyborgs weren’t as easily controlled as they believed. Humans would decommission, kill, millions of his not-yet-freed brethren.
To prevent that from happening, the council would send warriors after him. If caught, he’d be executed, his death discouraging other warriors from rebelling.
One moment of happiness with Tifara was worth that fate.
“Step aside, Menace.”
“I know why you’re doing this.” The warrior didn’t move. “Crash doesn’t, and he also doesn’t have our history. He doesn’t trust you as I do. He’ll assume your processors have gone offline.”
That might be the truth. Desperation to reach Tifara welled up inside Death.
“Let me speak to the E model.”
“It’s too late for that.” And he didn’t want another warrior to plead his case. “Crash made the announcement.” Even E model cyborgs had pride. Crash wouldn’t change his decision.
“Then I’ll go with you. Mayhem will distract Crash and then catch up with us.” Menace moved to the side and grasped his pack. It was ready, waiting. The warrior had obviously decided on that action before Death arrived. “One warrior rebelling looks like a processor malfunction. Two, eventually three, warriors rebelling will have a logical cause.”
Menace and Mayhem would risk exile and death to assist him.
Death couldn’t allow the males to make that sacrifice. “You’re not coming with me.” He stomped up the ramp.
“I am.” Menace followed him closely, too closely for the door to close between them. “We’ll retrieve her together.”
“No, we won’t.” Death turned, pulled his guns, slid the levers to stun. “Back away from the ship, Menace. This isn’t your mission.”
“You’d assist me.” The warrior lifted his chin, undaunted by the threat. “I’m assisting you.”
Frag the cyborg. He’d force him to do this. “You’re staying here.”
Death pressed the trigger.
Light zapped around Menace. He jerked, his eyes widening. You stunned me, he transmitted, disbelief wrapped around the words.
And now I’m pushing you over. Death proceeded to do exactly that, shoving the warrior off the ramp. Menace landed on his face, cursing him through the line. Tell Crash I forgive him for any action he has to take. I regret nothing.
You’re a stubborn ass.
Death grunted and closed the door, aware that he’d likely never see the warrior, the closest being he had for a friend, again. He was leaving his brethren and any possibility of reaching the Homeland behind him.
His Tifara was worth the sacrifice.
He hurried to the bridge, smacking his palms on the control pads. Engines purred to life, the floor vibrating under his boots. There was no time to waste. Menace could prevent his escape with one command to the docking bay doors.
Death guided the ship out of freighter.
His exit remained open.
He gritted his teeth as he was shot into the open blackness of space.
No guns fired upon him.
The coordinates for the battle station had already been entered into the system. The ship headed in the direction of his female. Anticipation pulsed through his circuits.
It was edged with gratitude. Menace hadn’t raised the alarm. Death listened to the warrior grumble, over the transmission lines, about obstinate males and missing all the excitement.
It didn’t take long for Crash to find Menace. The E model interrogated him. Menace stubbornly said nothing.
His assumption had been correct. Crash believed Death’s processors had malfunctioned. There was chatter of retrieving him, of informing the council.
They hailed him.
Death switched off all transmissions, severing that constant connection with his brethren, ensuring they couldn’t track him through the link.
To combat the eerie silence, he played the footage he’d collected of Tifara on his main viewscreen. Her beautiful face shone down on him, surrounded by the darkness of space. Her light, bubbly laughter filled his auditory system.
Death removed the scarf he’d taken. His female’s scent filled his nostrils. He wrapped the cloth around the right armrest of his chair, placed his palm on top of it.
All of his precautions to hide his presence would merely delay his fate, earning him more time but not forever. The cyborgs would catch him and, when they did that, they’d end his lifespan.
Before that happened, he’d touch his female, kiss her, might even breed with her. She’d smile at him, her eyes soft with caring, with love, and for one wonderful moment, he’d be happy.
His lips curled upward.
He was a fortunate warrior.
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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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Happy Mother’s Day
Happy Mother’s Day!
I can’t think of any readership that celebrates mothers more than Romance. Many of our heroes and heroines have mothers. Those that don’t, like our cyborg warriors, wish they had them. Some of our heroines are moms or will be moms in the future.
Our moms are often the first beings to love us. They teach us how to love, how to say it, how to show it.
Or their lack of love might create a void within us or within our characters. That damaged hero might have never known a mother’s love and that is why he has trouble showing it.
I hope you spend today with either your mom, your children (human and/or pet babies), or a fictional mom.
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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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Releasing Rage And Mothers Of Cyborgs
This week’s celebration of mothers wouldn’t be complete without a scene from Releasing Rage. In Releasing Rage, Joan becomes the very first mother of a cyborg baby. In this scene, she finds out her baby can hear her, a magical moment for every mom.
Rage skimmed his fingertips over her blanket-covered stomach. “We wish for a healthy mother and a healthy offspring.” His gaze slid to the cyborgs. “Only touch my female’s stomach and be gentle.”
“I’ll guide them, sir.” Joan took both cyborgs’ right hands and set them on her belly.
Gap’s eyes widened. “Our offspring is in there?”
Joan nodded. Crash had referred to him as ‘our offspring’ also. As the first to be conceived, would their son belong to all of the cyborgs? She liked the idea that he’d be protected by hundreds of warriors.
“He’s cooing through the transmission lines.” Crash’s face softened. “He knows we’re here.”
Joan glanced at Rage.
“He chatters as much as those two do.” He indicated Gap and Crash. “That’s why I thought my processors were infected.”
“What he isn’t telling you is he now chatters back.” Crash grinned.
Rage frowned at his friend. “I have to. My son howls if I ignore him.”
“Because you’re his father.” Her heart squeezed. Their son recognized him.
“You’re his mother. We’ll create a device so you can hear him also.” Crash lowered his face to stomach level. “He already hears you.”
“Oh.” Joan blinked back tears. Her son heard her.
Does your mom remember the first words she said to you? If you’re a mom, what were the first words you said to your child/children?
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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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Third Scene From Defying Death
I’ll be sharing the first chapter from Defying Death over the next few weeks.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/04/20/first-scene-from-defying-death/
Here is the next scene
“We’ve escaped the Humanoid Alliance.” Crash’s voice boomed. “We are now free.”
Warriors cheered. Death remained silent. They’d thought themselves free in the past, only to discover another chain to their creators, entrapping them once more.
“We can find and retrieve our females,” Mayhem yelled.
Another round of cheers swept across the chamber.
Crash exchanged a glance with his female. “Before you retrieve your females, we must voyage to the Homeland, join our brethren there.”
“And leave our females in danger?” another warrior asked.
“Is that what Gap would do?” a newly manufactured cyborg asked.
The warriors shook their heads, murmuring their discontentment.
Gap, a G model cyborg, had ended his existence on Tau Ceti. He had rushed into a tunnel, a place no logical warrior would ever venture, to try to protect his human female and they never exited. The cyborg and his female had been burned alive by the enemy.
Before Gap had died, he’d experienced one perfect moment of happiness with his Nymphia. The female had clung to him, looked at him with softness and love.
Death wouldn’t have hesitated to trade places with Gap. He would have happily sacrificed his lifespan for that one moment.
The other warriors envied the G model also. Many looked at him as a hero.
“Gap returned to the Homeland after escaping the Humanoid Alliance.” Crash’s voice was edged with sadness. The E model had been Gap’s best friend. He had taken the warrior’s death hard.
“If he hadn’t returned to the Homeland, he might have reached his female sooner,” a warrior argued.
“They’d be alive.” Another warrior pointed out.
The males around him nodded.
They weren’t concerned for themselves. Cyborgs were manufactured to fight and eventually to die in battle. They’d long resigned themselves to that fate.
But to leave their females unprotected was unthinkable.
Death’s fingers curled, his fingertips pressing into his palms. His female wasn’t in danger, wasn’t positioned near any fighting.
“Our orders are to return to the Homeland.” Crash’s voice rang with authority.
The warriors fell silent. They’d been trained to obey and all of them were aware that, if it hadn’t been for Crash, they would still be under the control of the Humanoid Alliance. They owed him some loyalty.
“While we voyage to our planet, a planet where all cyborgs are free.” Crash emphasized that word. “My female’s friend, Tifara, must be retrieved. She knows too much about us to remain amongst the humans.”
Death’s circuits buzzed with excitement, with lust, with wanting.
Tifara, his female, was to be retrieved. He wouldn’t have to wait to see her, touch her, breed with her.
“I volunteer for the mission.” He stepped forward, his eagerness concealed under a blank expression.
Seven cyborgs also stepped forward, echoing his words.
Rage roared through Death. She was his. His. The primitive human part of him wanted to lunge toward them, fists swinging, to physically stake his claim, pounding his rivals into the tiled floor, ensuring they never touched his Tifara.
It took everything he had to stand motionless, to show none of his feelings.
Crash looked at Safyre. Safyre dipped her head. “There’s no need for that sacrifice, warriors. Ace and Thrasher have already agreed to retrieve Tifara.” She waved her hands at the two K model cyborgs, their images projected onto the wall.
They grinned, smug with the honor bestowed upon them.
These two warriors would touch his female. Death’s anger escalated. They’d be responsible for retrieving her, for protecting her.
They were more open with their emotion, more human. She might form an attachment to them. They could steal his happiness, his future from him.
He wouldn’t allow that.
“No.” Death lifted his chin. “I will retrieve her.”
Crash frowned.
The other cyborgs shuffled backward.
Death stood his ground. Tifara was more important to him than his honor, than any perceived debt or allegiance to Crash.
“Why do you want to retrieve her?” Safyre asked. “Is she your female?”
Death’s jaw jutted. She was, but admitting that would put Tifara at risk.
Cyborgs couldn’t lie. If any of them were captured by the Humanoid Alliance and questioned, they would tell the humans about Tifara, about his weakness for her. The Humanoid Alliance would use her as bait. Once they apprehended him, they’d kill her.
Death chose to remain silent. He’d earn the right to retrieve Tifara based on his worth. He’d helped orchestrate the escape from the Humanoid Alliance. He’d protected Safyre when Crash couldn’t. He deserved the mission.
“Of course, she isn’t your female.” Safyre shook her head, the tuft of orange hair on top of her head bobbing. “What am I thinking? If she was, you would have stolen the fuckin’ scarf she gave me. You’d be talking my ear off about how good she smells and the names you’ll give your offspring and other shit like that.”
Death gazed at her. He didn’t chatter unnecessarily. Ever.
“Or maybe you wouldn’t.” Safyre grinned, reaching that same conclusion. “You’re as grim as fuck.” The cyborgs around them laughed. “You’re a worthy male, Death, and I do love you, but I can’t think of a warrior any less suited for my soft-hearted, always-laughing friend than you. She would try to heal all of the beings you killed and—”
“Female.” Crash stopped her chattering. Death, the J models look to you for leadership, he transmitted on a private line. I depend on you to communicate with them.
Mayhem will take over that role. Death had thought of that already. He’ll communicate with the J models.
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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.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
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Defying Death – Cyborgs And Clones
In Defying Death, Death, our cyborg hero, encounters a community of clones.
Here’s a snippet…
Three very large human males faced them, carrying long guns, bows, daggers, their bodies clad in white animal skins. They were the same height, width, had the same bone structure, the same startling bright purple eyes, the same pale purple skin. They wore their white hair in different lengths from closely cropped to long and braided but they were remarkably similar.
“They’re clones,” she whispered. Cloning was outlawed by the Humanoid Alliance. Many species, including humans, had also forbidden the practice, fearing the weakening of their genetic material.
Death’s body stiffened.
Oh right. She wasn’t supposed to talk. “Sorry.”
He exhaled heavily.
According to Wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cloning ), cloning “refers to processes used to create copies of DNA fragments (molecular cloning), cells (cell cloning), or organisms.”
One of the concerns with cloning is the breakdown of genetic material. When animals are cloned today, there’s a higher possibility of deformities. The scientist who founded the clone community, the mysterious original, discovered how to offset this. He also carefully chose the beings to be copied, these males and females matching his ideals.
Because it is a clone community, sex isn’t necessary for reproduction. Clones reproduce in a laboratory. Any offspring produced from sexual encounters would have different DNA and might not match the original’s ideals.
So sex is forbidden. To prevent temptation, touching a being of a different gender is also forbidden.
There are other rules. For example, any injury or illness is viewed as genetic weakness. If that male or female were to be cloned, that genetic weakness might be passed onto future generations. To prevent this, the injured or ill being is exiled from the community.
I’ve always been fascinated with cloning and the questions surrounding them. If you fall in love with one clone, would you fall in love with all of them? Is love tied to genetics or to the being as a whole, the combination of genetics and life experience? Defying Death explores a bit of this.
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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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Second Scene From Defying Death
I’ll be sharing the first chapter from Defying Death over the next few weeks.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/04/20/first-scene-from-defying-death/
Here is the next scene
His visits to the ship were enough. For now. He ran his hands over his shaft, yanking on his skin harder and harder, abusing his form, punishing himself for his need.
A bead of pre-cum formed on his tip. He swept one of his thumbs across it, spreading his essence over his cock. His balls hugged his base, the pressure building, building, building.
Skin smacked against skin, the sound echoing in the small space. He envisioned Tifara writhing beneath him, sweat glistening on her pale skin, her nipples tight. Would they be as pink as her lips? He wanted to lick her, taste the salt of her skin, the sweet femininity of her.
Frag. He grunted, drawn into his fantasy, wanting to make it into reality. How could he wait to breed with her, to claim her? She smelled so good, was so lush, and the thought of the kindness, the caring in her expression when she looked at her friends, how she would soon look at him, stripped his restraint.
Death braced his booted feet apart and worked his cock with more vigor, rocking his hips into his palms, the muscles over his lower abs rippling, his thighs flexed, as hard as his frame. His fit physique shook, the tremors escalating. He fought the battle with himself, delaying coming as long as he could.
But he was weak, so very weak. Her scent was too exquisite, filling his lungs, curling around his soul. He imagined his medic’s capable fingers on his balls, squeezing and—
He roared, his release catching him by surprise, and he pushed forward. Cum arched from his cock, splattered on the tiled floor. He came and came and came, purging all of his need, all of his passion. A puddle of spunk formed before him. The scent of breeding mixed with his female’s fragrance.
When there was nothing left, when he’d given everything he had, he sagged against the wall, his legs trembling, the tension within him temporarily alleviated.
Death swiped a cleaning cloth over his tip, removing the remnants of his pleasure. The fabric sucked up the cum, rearranging the molecules into air. He snapped the cleaning cloth to refresh it, returned it to the horizontal support where he had found it.
The floor was a mess. He placed his palms on a control panel and interfaced with the ship. Small doors opened in the walls. Cleaning bots exited, whirled around him, removing all proof that he’d found release in Safyre’s ship.
Crash would damage any male who left his scent in the human female’s personal space. Or he’d attempt to damage him. Death pressed his lips together. The E model couldn’t best him in a fight.
Death donned his body armor, skimmed his hands over his weapons, ensuring all of his guns remained in their holsters, all of his daggers were in their sheaths. His restraints were missing. He’d used those to repair the seats in the ship, a small payment for his use of the space and a thank you to Crash’s female for, unbeknownst to her, bringing Tifara into his realm of awareness.
Death leaned toward the scarf, took one more deep breath, inhaling Tifara’s scent, and straightened. He was needed in the holding chamber. Crash wouldn’t start the meeting without him.
He moved soundlessly down the ship’s ramp.
His stealth was in vain.
Menace had returned. The warrior stood at the bottom, arms crossed, eyes glimmering with humor. “If I hadn’t heard it, I wouldn’t have believed it. You’re a sick bag of bolts, Death.”
The male knew he’d found release in the ship. Death maintained his grim expression, not allowing any of his embarrassment to show. “You’ll say nothing.”
Menace’s smile faded. “That doesn’t have to be communicated, my friend. If it weren’t for you, I would have died solar cycles ago. You have my full loyalty.”
Death knew that but he took no chances with the safety of his female. No being could know how he felt about her.
“Crash is waiting for you.” The other J Model’s head twitched in the direction of the holding chamber. “I didn’t tell them where you were or what you were doing.”
Death grunted a thank you and moved through the freighter’s docking bay, entered the hallways, accelerating, the space empty. He acted as a conduit between Crash and the J models. They wouldn’t relay information without his presence.
The holding chamber was crowded with J and K model cyborgs. The warriors shifted to the side as he entered, allowing him to take his place at the far wall with Crash and his human female, Safyre. The images of two K model cyborgs Death hadn’t yet met were projected onto a side wall.
What was the cause of your delay? Crash inquired through their transmission lines, excluding his female from the conversation. Did you sense a threat?
The E model’s grip on his lush female was tight. Concern reflected in his flat black eyes.
I sense no threats. Death chose not to answer the first question.
“What the fuck is going on, Crash?” Safyre gazed up at her warrior’s gray face, worry lines etched around her mouth. “And don’t tell me nothing ‘cause I feel the tension in you.” The female had orange hair, the color suiting her volatile temperament.
Death preferred the more subtle streaks of red in Tifara’s long brown tendrils. His fingertips twitched. He wanted to sink his hands into those unruly curls.
Desire rose within him once more.
Crash narrowed his eyes at him. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on.”
Fraggin’ hole. The warrior sensed his arousal.
Death mentally inventoried his weapons, counting the daggers and guns strapped to his body, distracting his human-like brain and his machine-like processors from thoughts of his female.
There’s no threat? Crash asked again.
There’s no threat. Death held his gaze.
The warrior hesitated for a moment and then nodded, his shoulders lowering. “It is nothing, my female.” Crash hugged his Safyre to him.
Death would never put a precious female at risk with such an open display of affection. Touching should be done in the privacy of personal chambers.
“I’m seeing threats where there are none.” Crash kissed her forehead.
Safyre’s eyes softened. “It’s best to be careful.”
Crash nodded. “Let’s relay this information.” He turned toward the crowd, the fingers of his left hand linked with the fingers of his female’s right hand.
Death stood at their side.
Alone.
Read the next scene (available May 4th) here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/05/04/third-scene-from-defying-death/
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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.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
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Cyborgs And Spirituality
Cyborgs are half human and half machine. One of the things that have always intrigued me is… how would cyborgs react when faced with another being’s faith-based beliefs? Faith is a human concept. It isn’t always logical.
In Defying Death, Death grapples with Tifara’s belief in fate and destiny. He’s also introduced to the faith-based beliefs of Ada-972 and her clone sisters and brothers.
Here’s a snippet…
“Don’t return until you see a spirit star,” Ada-972 called.
“I won’t.” Ada-971 gave her a wave and then ducked out of the cave.
“What is a spirit star?” Tifara rummaged through her medic pack, her voice suspiciously watery.
“It’s a star that moves across the darkened sky.” The damaged female gazed at the ceiling of the cave. “As the original has shared with us, this star collects the spirits of the clones who die, bringing them upward to be assimilated into the black nothingness that holds the constellations together.”
A spirit star sounded like a meteoroid that had fallen into the planet’s atmosphere, burning to nothing. Death pressed his lips together, choosing to keep that information to himself.
“I want Ada-971 to see my ascent.” Ada-972 smiled. “She’ll know that I’m fine. I’ll be with all of the others who were created before me. I won’t be alone.”
“I’m injecting you with all of the pain inhibitors we have left,” Tifara said brusquely, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears. “You’ll go completely numb but you’ll be able to talk.”
“I would like to go outside, if that is possible.” Ada-972 slid her gaze shyly to him. “That will aid in my ascent and I would like to see the constellations one more time.” She paused. “From this angle. My view will soon be very different, won’t it?”
“I’ll carry you outside.” He knew nothing about her future view. The black nothingness, from his observations, consisted mostly of ionized hydrogen, not clone spirits, but he hadn’t yet scanned all of space. He couldn’t be certain.
Death can’t prove Ada-972’s faith but he can’t disprove it either. So he doesn’t express an opinion on it. Instead, he waits for more inputs.
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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.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
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First Scene From Defying Death
I’ll be sharing the first chapter from Defying Death over the next few weeks.
Here is the first scene
Need twisted Death’s circuits.
He gritted his teeth as he strode along the empty hallways of the freighter. He was a J model cyborg, one of the best of his batch. He could control himself.
Until he reached the ship. Then he’d indulge his desire, his frame-deep yearning for the human female he hadn’t yet met.
Tifara, due to a fluke of genetics, was destined to be his, forever. He would lead his brethren to freedom, fulfilling his duty to his kind, and then he would retrieve her.
She was safe. His female was positioned on a battle station far from any fighting.
The urgency he felt to claim her was illogical.
He’d find release in private. That would relieve the stress on his processors, on his systems, and he’d return to being the cool, collected rational warrior he’d been trained to be.
Death entered the docking bay. There were two small ships in the space. It was almost as devoid of life as the hallways were.
Almost.
Menace leaned against the ship Death wanted to access. The J model casually polished one of his long guns, his movements slow and sure. His coloring resembled Death’s, his eyes and hair brown, his skin tanned, his model number inked on his cheek. They were both dressed in their black body armor, always ready for battle.
Fighting was what they were designed for. It gave them joy. And now they fought for themselves. They’d escaped the cruel control of the Humanoid Alliance. Their freighter was headed toward the cyborg Homeland.
Death didn’t trust that freedom.
“Why aren’t you in the holding chamber with the others?” His voice rang with command. They’d left Earth Minor two planet rotations ago, dropping off some Tau Cetian orphans. Crash, the warrior representing the cyborg council, had called a meeting to discuss the next steps.
Menace straightened. “There’s no need for my attendance. Mayhem is broadcasting the information to me.”
They openly displayed their friendship. Death thought that foolish. The humans could use that to their advantage, damaging one to damage the other.
But he had more urgent issues to consider at the moment, his yearning for his female and his need for release growing. “The third engine isn’t operating optimally. It requires investigation.”
Menace slung his long gun over his right shoulder. “Others are more skilled at engine repair.”
Death looked around them. “Those others aren’t here.”
“I’ll investigate.” The warrior stalked toward the exit.
Death waited until Menace left the docking bay and then hastened up the ship’s ramp. Cyborgs couldn’t lie. The third engine wasn’t operating optimally. It had been damaged during their escape. The repair required parts they didn’t have. Menace would figure that out and soon return.
Death closed the ship’s doors. He had to find release quickly. He stripped off his body armor, baring his body, leaving on his boots.
The vessel belonged to Safyre, Crash’s female. It was cluttered with personal objects, a concept foreign to cyborgs. Cyborgs were given one set of body armor and their weapons. They had no other material possessions.
Only one of Safyre’s material possessions interested Death. A white scarf once belonging to Tifara twined around a column.
He leaned forward, brushing the tip of his nose against the fabric, and inhaled deeply, sucking her scent into his lungs. The desire sweeping through him hardened his cock and threatened to bring him to his knees.
When he had first discovered the scarf, he visited the ship once every five planet rotations. The planet rotations between visits had reduced to four, three, two, until he had needed to imbibe her scent once and then twice a planet rotation. He was addicted to her, to a female he hadn’t yet met. Death gulped the musk-filled air, opening his mouth to take more of Tifara’s aroma into his body.
He’d seen the images Crash’s female had collected, had replayed them in his processors one thousand, two hundred and seventy-one times. His Tifara was lush and round, with big breasts and even wider hips, perfect for a large cyborg such as himself.
Her hair was long and curly and brown with streaks of red in the strands, like lava flowing through rock. Her brown eyes were often soft with emotion, with caring. When he imagined her looking at him that way, his chest heated.
Cyborgs rarely showed emotion. The Humanoid Alliance, their makers, considered it a malfunction. Warriors were decommissioned if they smiled, sliced into pieces while they remained alive.
Death would protect Tifara’s smile. He’d fight, kill to ensure she could always look at him that way.
She’d reward him with her pink lips, her always-laughing mouth.
Frag. He stroked his hard cock, sliding his hands up and down, up and down his shaft, from his hairless base to his tip. She’d be warm and wet and willing, engulfing him in her delectable scent, surrounding him with her softness.
He’d drive into her, seeking the sanctuary of her form, the bonding, the connection only she could give. Death, conscious of his greater strength, of how fragile and breakable his little human was, would be careful with her, giving her all pleasure and no pain. She’d pant, her gorgeous breasts heaving, her pink lips parted.
He’d thrust harder, deeper. The little medic would call his name, her voice breathy with passion. Death rolled his aching balls, his fingers trembling.
Tifara was his weakness. That both frightened and thrilled him. No one could ever know how valuable she was to him.
That was why the scarf remained wrapped around the pillar. The primitive possessive part of Death roared at him to remove the cloth, to hide it from the other males, from his possible rivals, to not allow anyone else to breathe her scent, to think of her with lust, that emotion now flowing through his circuits.
But taking that action would be a declaration of caring. He’d never put his Tifara at risk. She was everything to him; his sole chance at happiness, at having offspring, love.
Read the next scene (available April 27th) here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/04/27/second-scene-from-defying-death/
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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.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-defyingdeath-2001671-147.html
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