One And Done Mentioned On Fated Mates
One And Done, one of my steamy contemporary romances, was mentioned on the Fated Mates podcast!
Woot!
Here is a quote from the podcast…
“I’ve definitely reread it a couple times, especially that first scene at the bar.”
You can listen to the full podcast here –
Jen and Sarah start discussing One And Done about 25 minutes before the end of podcast (around the 1:01 mark).
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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.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
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One And Done Releases Today!
Woot! One And Done releases today!
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.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
On Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-and-done-1
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One And Done – Seventh Scene
One And Done is releasing on July 19th (it is available for pre-order now) and I’m sharing the first two chapters of this 300 page plus contemporary erotic romance.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/06/06/one-and-done-first-scene/
Mr. Sheridan tucks my curves into his hard muscle, leaving no space between us, and steers me into the club. Dance music pulses, an almost frenzied beat assaulting my ears, causing my heart to pound faster. Seizure-inducing strobe lights flicker.
“Thank you for that,” I yell, seeking to be heard above the music. “I really appreciate your help getting into your club.”
“The appreciation is all mine, baby,” Mr. Sheridan pours these words into my ear, exciting my already primed-for-sex body. “Now, let’s get drunk and make some bad decisions.”
I blink, once, twice, three times. That almost sounds as though he’s hitting on me. But he can’t be. His lines are too cheesy and I’m…well…I’m plus-sized, average me. “That’s a good one.” I grin. “Or should I say a bad one?”
Lines appear between Mr. Sheridan’s black eyebrows.
“I won’t take up more of your time.” I pat his arm, ignoring the sparks skittering along my fingers. “I can find my boyfriend on my own.”
“The boyfriend must be real then.” The caramel-colored specks fade from his eyes. “Fuck. Because a sexy woman like you wouldn’t be single.”
“Right.” I laugh, enjoying his sense of humor. “My boyfriend’s name is Edward.”
Mr. Sheridan doesn’t say anything, doesn’t indicate that he knows an Edward.
I search the crowd for my man. Bodies bump and grind, the girls clad in next to nothing, the guys in mostly black. It amazes me that all of these people are here on a Thursday night. Don’t they have to work tomorrow?
“I went to his office. He’s a lawyer.” The words spill out of my mouth, unfiltered by my brain. “But he wasn’t there. The app on his phone said he was here.”
“Edward?” Mr. Sheridan’s lips brush against my earlobe and another wave of sensation flows down my spine. He smells of spicy rosemary and woodsy nutmeg, an intriguing combination of scents.
Guilt sweeps over me. I shouldn’t be sniffing a stranger. I’m in a committed relationship. “Edward Langston.” I try to draw away from Mr. Sheridan. He won’t allow me to move, tightening his clasp on my hip. “He’s a lawyer.”
“You already said that.” Mr. Sheridan’s tone is dry. “You also said he was your boyfriend. Does he know you’re here?”
“No, he doesn’t,” I admit. “I wanted to surprise him.”
“Fuck. You’ll certainly do that.”
What does that mean? We push through dual doors and enter a smaller room. The irritating music fades to a more manageable level. The dizzying strobe lighting stops. Thin, beautiful, bored-looking people stand around the space, drinks in their hands.
“Lucy, ask Eddy and his guest to join us.” Mr. Sheridan addresses a petite, redheaded beauty. “The rest of you fuck off.” He waves his hand, dismissing them.
The occupants gaze at me with wide, curiosity-filled eyes as they exit the room, not one person protesting the club owner’s highhanded treatment. It must be nice to wield that type of power.
“Edward doesn’t like to be called Eddy.” I don’t know why I’m sharing this with him. Nerves, perhaps.
“And you’re sure you know what he likes?” Mr. Sheridan says this as though it is in doubt. It isn’t. We’ve been together for four years. “Let me take your coat.” He pulls the garment from my fingers and I reluctantly release it. “You’ll want your hands to be free.” He drapes the coat over a barstool. “When you see your Edward.”
I hear the derision in the club owner’s tone. “Edward is a great lawyer.” I defend my boyfriend. “I don’t know if he’s already representing you. He can’t share that with me due to client confidentiality. But if he is, you won’t regret it. He’ll fight to the death for you.”
Mr. Sheridan tilts his head, studying me. His left collar is slightly curled, marring the perfection of his outfit. My fingers twitch, the impulse to smooth it tremendous.
The man is unaware of his dishevelment. “The average woman, when she finds out her fuckin’ boyfriend went to a club and didn’t tell her, would assume he’s cheating, not that he’s here on business.”
This brings a smile to my lips. “Edward wouldn’t cheat on me. He loves me.”
“You have faith in this love?”
“Of course, I have faith in it.” My gaze returns to his collar. Unable to resist the urge to straighten it, I reach up and run my fingers over the material, setting it to rights. “That’s what love is—believing in another person, trusting him or her with your heart, your dreams, your tomorrows.”
“And if that faith is misplaced?” The agony and loss reflecting in Mr. Sheridan’s eyes captivates me. He’s been hurt, this handsome, world-weary man. “If your love isn’t returned?”
“Then it isn’t truly love.” I curve my right palm over his left cheek, wanting to touch him, to comfort him. He flinches but doesn’t pull away. “You try again. I experienced some false starts before I met Edward.”
“You gave up on those men.” The bitterness and pain in Mr. Sheridan’s voice tugs at my heart.
“They gave up on me,” I admit.
One of my university boyfriends moved to Silicon Valley, made a gazillion dollars and married an alpaca-obsessed, blonde nymph. The other guy is saving the world in Africa. More specifically, he’s building sewage systems. I joke that he’d rather be waist-deep in shit than continue to date me.
“I’m not the best at letting go.” I send both of my exes e-Cards every Christmas. “I tend to hold on too long, trying to make relationships work.”
Mr. Sheridan isn’t my man to comfort. I shouldn’t be touching him.
I drop my hand.
The club owner catches my wrist. “Not everyone has the same faith in love as you do.”
“True.” I summon a smile, focusing on the present and not on the lonely past. “Edward has the same faith as I do. He loves me.”
“So you tell me.”
We stand a breath apart, Mr. Sheridan holding my wrist.
He rubs small circles into my skin with his thumb, round and round. I gaze up at him, enthralled. The moment stretches, stretches, stretches.
I love Edward. I do. But this is interesting, different.
Mr. Sheridan looks at the door and then at me and then back to the door. His lips move soundlessly as though he’s debating something with himself.
“Fuck.” His gaze returns to my face. “As much as I want you, baby, I can’t watch him hurt you like this.” He releases my wrist and grabs my coat. “I’ll talk to Edward, send him home to you.”
Why would Edward hurt me? “There’s no need to send him home.” I don’t want to mess up his business meeting. “I’m already here.”
“You shouldn’t be here.” Mr. Sheridan turns me toward the doors. “You have to leave.”
Voices chatter outside the room, growing louder.
“But—”
“Now.” The club owner shoves me forward.
I recognize one of those voices. “Edward is coming.”
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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.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
On Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-and-done-1
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One And Done And Clubs In Toronto
In One And Done, my next release (releasing July 19th), Smoke Sheridan, the hero, is the owner of a club. There wasn’t much additional research that I had to do. I was involved with the design and start up of a large club in downtown Toronto.
Most of the clubs in Toronto are concentrated in an area called the Entertainment District. The Entertainment District is located between the Financial District and the Fashion District and really comes to life at night, especially during the summer.
The area has a youthful vibe to it (which is why Jenella, our fairly mature 30 year old heroine, feels a little out of place). The legal drinking age in Toronto is 19 and the city is home to several colleges and universities.
These primarily twenty-something guests want new experiences. They don’t want to go to the same club every week. That’s why, in One And Done, Smoke is concerned with reinventing the club, keeping the experience fresh and exciting for guests.
The owners of the club I worked with had the same concern. Walls were designed to slide, to move easily. One night, the club would be one huge open space. The next night, the club would consist of a collection of smaller rooms. Lighting could be swapped, making the walls seem different colors. Different themes were planned. The club would constantly change.
It is important that a club seem like the hot place to be. Smoke parks his Lamborghini in plain view of the club goers for that reason. The club I was involved with would do the same, often renting different, sexy, interesting cars to draw in guests.
There was always a line to get in. The club could be almost empty and the doormen would still make people wait. The line attracted attention and gave people the impression that the club was THE hot spot in town.
It takes a very special person to be a successful club owner. Smoke is definitely a unique hero, one of the most interesting men I’ve ever written about.
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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.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
On Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-and-done-1
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One And Done – Sixth Scene
One And Done is releasing on July 19th (it is available for pre-order now) and I’m sharing the first two chapters of this 300 page plus contemporary erotic romance.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/06/06/one-and-done-first-scene/
“Oh.” There has to be a way to convince him. “What if I slipped you some bills?”
“The club would still be at capacity.” He shuts down my attempt at bribing him.
With money.
No one can resist my cookies. I open the tin. “Cookie?”
Tyrice hesitates for a moment, looks at me, at the cookies, at me once more. “You didn’t poison these or anything, did you?”
“You should ask that.” I nod, approving of the question. “The most successful serial killers in history have used poison.” I’m addicted to crime shows, especially those involving serial killers. They often prey on the homeless. If I ever end up on the street, I’m determined not to be one of their victims. “But that’s in history. Now, tests are almost certain to detect it as the cause of death. They’d trace the poison back to the cookies in your stomach. Everyone here has seen me offer them to you.” I gaze pointedly at the long line of club kids. “I’d get caught.”
Tyrice stares at me.
I smile gently. “If I was going to kill you, I’d be more careful.” I’ve watched enough shows to know how to kill someone and not get caught.
“Ummm…” He hesitates.
“My boyfriend, Edward Langston, is a lawyer. He can vouch for me.” If I’m ever permitted to see him. “The cookies are safe. I promise.”
Tyrice studies me.
I look as innocent as possible.
“Okay.” The doorman finally yields. “Thank you.” He selects one.
I wait until he’s munching happily, his eyelids partially lowered, a sublime expression on his scary face. Then I present my case yet again. “I need a minute, five tops. I just want to give these to Edward.”
“There’s no outside food allowed in the club, ma’am,” Tyrice mumbles between bites.
“You can have the cookies.” I press the tin into his big hands. “Let me inside.”
“Can’t.” He avoids my gaze. “Those are the—”
“Rules, I know.” Which rule am I breaking now? “I gave you cookies.”
“Nana Zaire gives me cookies too. I don’t allow her inside during club hours.”
I frown. “Are you saying I look as old as your grandma?”
His eyes widen. “No, I—”
“You don’t think I’m hot or young enough for your club, do you?” Desperate, I play my last card—hysterical female. “You’re no spring chicken yourself.” I look him over. “And you’re definitely not a skinny Minnie. Yet you’re a man, so it’s okay.” I’ve heard enough rants from Azure on this subject to do it justice. “It’s acceptable. Well, I—”
“Look, ma’am.” Tyrice grabs my arm and moves me two steps away from the line. “You’re hot. Fuck. You’re smokin’.” His gaze lowers to my heaving chest. “All those lush curves and endless skin. Mmm… Mmm…” He smacks his lips and my face heats. “If I wasn’t working and you were willing, I’d bend you over and fuck you against the wall until you screamed my name. Then I’d fuck you some more. They’d be calling the cops, you’d be making so much noise.”
Holy shit. I stare at him.
“I’d tap that ass so hard, you’d be feeling my dick for weeks.” He cups himself. “Have you ever had a massive man like me in your back door, princess?”
I shake my head, speechless. I’ve never had anyone in my back door.
“Fuck. You’d be tight.” The doorman grins. “I could come in my pants thinking about those lush, white cheeks hugging my big dick.” He looks around us, signals to another large man dressed similarly to him. “Tell me you’re game and—”
“I have a boyfriend.” My voice is high and squeaky.
His smile fades. “And I’m working.” He waves his friend away. “If my job was to let smokin’ hot women into the club, I’d allow you to enter in a heartbeat. Hell, I’d buy you a drink and take you home at the end of the night. But that isn’t my job. My job is to ensure the white boys are happy.” He glances at the club kids in the line and his top lip curls. “Do you know what they like?”
I know what Edward likes. I open my mouth to tell him.
“They like blonde chicks so skinny they could snap them into two.” Tyrice doesn’t wait for my answer. “Little girls with poky hips and no ass to speak of. They must be good at giving head because they certainly aren’t built for fucking.” He mutters this last sentence. “My job is to let those types of girls and only those types into the club.”
“I’d only be a minute.” I try again. “No one would know.”
“My boss would know. He knows everything.”
“If I talked to your boss—”
“He’d ban you from the club for wasting his time and you’d never get in. Ever.” Tyrice folds his big arms in front of him. “Go to the back of the line or, better yet, go home.”
I mimic his stance. “I’m not going home.”
No one is as stubborn as I am.
The doorman’s jaw juts.
I stick my chin out and rise onto my toes.
He leans forward, looming over me. “You’re not getting into this—”
“She’s with me, Tyrice.” A warm hand grasps my hip and I jerk, surprised by the contact, by the deep male voice, by the jolt of energy zinging from the newcomer’s body to mine.
“I didn’t realize that, Mr. Sheridan, sir.” Tyrice straightens.
I glance upward and stare.
The man oozes sex appeal, from his form-fitting, black suit and gray, silk shirt to his brown-velvet eyes.
The ebony hair touching his collar begs to be touched, to be pulled during orgasm. He has shoulders wide enough to cling to yet stopping short of body-building meathead territory. His narrow hips would fit perfectly between a woman’s thighs.
The jagged, black tattoo on his neck screams ‘wild in bed’. The laugh lines fanning from his eyes hint at age and experience.
He’s no club kid, fumbling with bras and buttons. This man would fuck hard, wringing every ounce of pleasure from his lover, leaving her sexually sated and delirious with pleasure. Everything about him is designed for seduction.
Judging by Tyrice’s reaction, he’s also the boss, a man to be respected.
And he has his hand on my hip, his fingers spread wide, touching as much of my form as he possibly can. His body heat engulfs me.
“I’m sorry, sir.” Tyrice continues to apologize. “A boyfriend was mentioned, an Edward Langston. She said nothing about being with you.”
“That’s an oversight I must correct.” Mr. Sheridan flashes a smile, his teeth vividly white against his tanned skin and I suck in my breath. That handsome face is deadly to a woman’s composure.
Tyrice hustles to open the door for us. “I meant no offense, ma’am.”
His apology breaks the spell his boss has cast on me. What am I doing—gawking at a stranger? I have a boyfriend, a man who loves me.
“What I said earlier.” The doorman waves his hands. “About tapping your—”
“It’s forgotten.” I stop him from completing that embarrassing sentence. “It will never to be mentioned again.”
Tyrice heaves a sigh of relief. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“You two had an interesting conversation, I see,” Mr. Sheridan murmurs, his voice stroking along my neck, sending tremors down my spine.
He doesn’t ask for any details about the conversation I had with Tyrice. Thank God. I don’t want to repeat what the doorman had said.
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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.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
On Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-and-done-1
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Upcoming Releases
I thought I’d share what I have planned thus far for the rest of 2016.
July 19th
One And Done – Contemporary Erotic Romance
One And Done is a longer standalone story set in the same world as One Night With My Billionaire Master, The Good Assistant, and Seducing My Billionaire Boss.
We meet Jenella briefly in Seducing My Billionaire Boss.
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.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
On Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-and-done-1
September
Chasing Mayhem – Cyborg Erotic Romance
We first meet Mayhem in Crash And Burn. He also makes an appearance in Defying Death.
Defying Death and Chasing Mayhem are sidequels (like Releasing Rage and Breathing Vapor). The two stories happen at the same time.
Here is the VERY rough, unedited blurb…
Wild. Free. Hers.
Mayhem has spent his lengthy lifespan obeying the Humanoid Alliance’s rules. Now that he’s finally free from their cruel control, the cyborg warrior plans to cause chaos. He infiltrates a remote settlement, provokes the savage locals until they want him dead, and allows himself to be captured by the sexiest little Retriever he has ever laid his mechanically-enhanced eyes on.
Imee’s sole mission in life is to keep her family alive. To do this, she must hunt rebels, returning them to the Humanoid Alliance’s evil clutches where they will be executed. She doesn’t allow herself to feel anything for her targets…until she meets a tall, muscular cyborg with wild hair and even wilder eyes.
With his sure hands, laughing lips and erotic holds, Mayhem makes Imee’s body sizzle and her resistance melt. Their love is doomed. She must deliver the warrior to his death or she’ll place her family’s safety at risk. But she can’t resist him.
Imee soon discovers that Mayhem, life and love are never predictable.
December
Jumping Barrel – Cyborg Erotic Romance
This will be a FREE cyborg short story (around 40 pages – the same length as Being Green) and will, hopefully, be available at all booksellers.
It will assume that you’ve read the series up to, at least, Crash And Burn. If you haven’t read that far, you won’t have met some of the secondary characters.
A Possible Release In November
I’m considering releasing the first story in my new SciFi Erotic Romance series in November. This series will be set in the same world as the cyborgs. You’ll meet the hero in Chasing Mayhem. It will be dark and sexy and violent. Yes. (grins) All the good stuff!
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Why I Love Just Wright
I watched Just Wright for the gazillionth time this weekend. It’s one of my favorite RomComs, a feel good movie about a curvy physical therapist who falls in love with the hunky basketball player she’s helping to recover from a career-threatening injury.
Yes, it is a fantasy (why would a top basketball player listen to his jealous girlfriend and hire an unknown physical therapist?) but the characters, especially Leslie (played by Queen Latifah), spoke to me. I could relate to her. I felt her pain.
Leslie meets Scott, the hero before he’s injured (Scott is played by the yummy Common – who was very nice to me when I met him at the Consumer Electronics Show years ago). There’s immediate chemistry between them but she’s so accustomed to being the ‘friend’, the woman guys like but don’t lust after, she doesn’t take it seriously.
When Morgan (played by Paula Patton), her good looking, size nothing friend, goes after Scott and lands him, Leslie steps aside. She hasn’t known Scott for very long and she simply assumes she doesn’t have a chance with him.
Because that is what many of us curvy girls do. We assume that handsome, super fit, super nice guys want the more socially acceptable size nothing women (in the case of Scott and my Dear Wonderful Hubby, that isn’t true). And when we step aside, the men usually see this as a sign we’re not truly interested in them and they DO walk away.
Which is exactly what Scott does in this movie.
And Leslie merely shrugs her shoulders and moves on. I love that she isn’t the bitter perma-single curvy girl. She knows (what she believes is) her place in the world and she’s okay with that.
Leslie is also aware of her own worth. She knows she can get a man tomorrow. She is waiting for THE man, the man who will capture her heart.
And our girl has her own life to live. She has a house that she’s constantly fixing up, a job that she loves, and she’s a dedicated basketball fan. She doesn’t need Scott. She wants him. There’s a big difference between the two.
I thought the love triangle was handled well and semi-realistically. Scott made some frustrating choices but I understood why he made them. He maintained his nice guy status throughout those choices.
I loved how Leslie was devastated during the dark moment but she didn’t crumble. She went on with her life, focusing on her career. I cheered when she questioned the hero after he came to his senses. She doesn’t blindly forgive him.
There were some silly moments (her rolling in his bed) and some WTF moments (her job situation at the end of the movies – that is definitely a conflict) but, overall, I really enjoyed this movie…which is why I watched it for the gazillionth time (grins).
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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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One And Done – Fifth Scene
One And Done is releasing on July 19th (it is available for pre-order now) and I’m sharing the first two chapters of this 300 page plus contemporary erotic romance.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/06/06/one-and-done-first-scene/
The taxi driver drops me off in front of a cube-shaped building. A spotlight illuminates the sign on its roof. Smoke. The name sounds familiar. This club must belong to one of Edward’s clients.
I study the structure. It’s situated on prime real estate. The property taxes must be hefty. The utilities bill would be high also.
The frosted windows are brightly lit, silhouettes of women appearing on the glass. There’s exactly one dancer per frame, perfectly placed.
That must be their job—to dance in windows. How were they chosen? Did they go to school for this?
I picture a stuffy tweed-garbed professor standing at the front of a classroom, droning on and on about the ideal speed to shake one’s ass and my lips twitch.
The training process, whatever it was, worked. The dancers are accomplishing their goal—to attract guests. A crowd circles the club. The line to get into the club stretches along the paved perimeter.
As I study the club goers, two scantily clad waifs wobble toward the biggest, broadest man I’ve ever seen. He’s imposing, as large as the door he’s guarding, his arms crossed, his feet braced apart.
I clasp my tin of cookies tighter, daunted by his size.
The girls either don’t have the sense to be intimidated or they don’t care. They giggle and smile, teetering on their high heels, one strong breeze away from falling over.
The doorman listens to their nonsense for a minute or two, his darkening expression hinting at his irritation. Just when I’m convinced he’ll deny them, sending their bony asses to the back of the line, he unclips the velvet rope, his bulging biceps straining the seams of his ill-fitting black blazer.
The doorman waves the girls into the building and refastens the velvet rope, acting as though he hasn’t seen the dozens of people standing in line along the sidewalk.
Groans rise from the club kids. And club kids is the right description. These infants are predominantly male and young, so damn young, their faces round and smooth, their bodies not yet filled out with muscle and time.
They smell of cheap cologne and desperation, as though not getting into this club tonight will result in a lifetime alone. I remember that feeling, only too well.
Thank God, I have Edward now. I no longer have to worry about hooking up, no longer have to sift through hundreds of would-be players to find one worthy man. I’ve already met the love of my life, the future father of my children.
Eager to see that wonderful man, I stride to the front of the line.
“Uh-oh Dave, your mom is here,” one of the club kids yells. His sneer makes him appear more cute than fierce.
I doubt he’s legal. He looks like he’s ten, not the required nineteen.
“Fuck you,” a pretty blond child cusses. The two jostle each other, jabbing stomachs with elbows.
I ignore them and their insults. Edward loves me the way I am. His opinion is all that matters.
“Good evening.” I smile at the doorman. His grumpy expression doesn’t change. “I’m meeting my boyfriend, Edward Langston. He’s already inside.” I step forward.
The doorman shifts to the left, blocking me. “The line is to your right, ma’am.”
I glance over my shoulder. I’m not waiting in line. That could take hours.
“I’ll call him.” I dig my phone out of my pocket. “He’ll come and get me.”
“If he leaves the building, I can’t allow him back inside.”
“What?” I stare at the doorman.
“Those are the rules, ma’am.” The big man shrugs. “No re-entry.”
“You don’t understand.” He mustn’t or he’d let me in. “Edward is here for business. He’s a lawyer.”
“I don’t care if he’s the Queen of England.” The doorman sounds as exasperated as I feel. “He won’t be allowed back into the club. Join the end of the line. We’re at capacity.”
I glance at the line. There are wrappers from Bob’s Burger Barn and disposable cups from trendy coffee shops scattered around the club kids’ feet. They’ve been waiting for a while.
I don’t have time for this. “I—”
“Join the end of the line, ma’am.” The doorman gestures in that direction.
“Moove along, lady,” Dave, the club kid, yells, setting off a wave of moos and increasingly ignorant comments.
The doorman is doing the world a favor, not allowing these creatures to breed.
I’m thankful once again that I have Edward, a man who appreciates me, who sees past my dress size. I don’t belong in this club.
As though the universe wishes to drive this realization home, a trio of bleary-eyed size-nothing blondes approach us. “Hi, Tyrice.” The head blonde waves at the bodyguard. “Is it bring-your-mom-to-work day?” The other girls giggle.
Was I ever that young?
Or thin?
Or stupid?
Tyrice the doorman and I are on the opposite sides of the skin tone spectrum. He’s as dark as I am pale. Either she’s assuming Tyrice is adopted or she’s as dumb as she appears.
The man grunts and lets the idiotic trio through the door. The kids waiting in line express their unhappiness. My gaze follows the girls’ scrawny frames.
Calling their outfits lingerie would be greatly overstating the amount of fabric used. Their skirts are so short I see the folds under their ass cheeks.
I’m wearing my long coat.
I’m the idiot. Of course, Tyrice won’t allow me into the club. He doesn’t think I’m suitably dressed. I shrug out of the coat and fold it over one arm.
“Put it back on,” one of the club kids yells.
“She’s blinded me.”
I disregard the rude comments, keeping my attention on Tyrice. The doorman’s gaze sweeps over me.
Is that a glint of approval I see in his eyes?
“Is this better?” I beam at him, trying to ignore the fact that I’m standing on a sidewalk in downtown Toronto wearing a babydoll, boy shorts and heels.
“That’s much better.” His voice deepens. “But I still can’t let you in, ma’am.”
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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.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
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One And Done – Fourth Scene
One And Done is releasing on July 19th (it is available for pre-order now) and I’m sharing the first two chapters of this 300 page plus contemporary erotic romance.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/06/06/one-and-done-first-scene/
The next subway station—Osgoode—is mine. I exit, thankfully, alone. The flasher, my new friend, doesn’t follow me. I guess exposing himself along a street lined with law firms and a courthouse is too brazen even for him.
I stride to the building Edward works in, push my way though the glass revolving doors and enter the lobby. The space smells of bleach, the white tiled floor gleaming.
“Watch your step, Miss Jenelly.” Craig, the nighttime security guard, calls out from his post behind the reception desk. “The floor’s still wet.”
“I w—” I skid and flail my arms in the air, barely keeping upright. “I will.” I regain my footing and smile, feeling like an idiot. “Thank you.”
“You’re a hoot.” Craig laughs, his belly, encased in a tight gray uniform, jiggling. “I haven’t seen you in a while. I thought you were avoiding me.”
“Why would you think that?” I open the tin and offer him a cookie.
Craig peruses the selection and chooses the largest one. “Mr. Langston has been meeting you outside the office all this week.” He bites into the cookie, chews. “Usually you come in and say hello to me.”
I frown. “Edward has been working late all this week.” Hasn’t he? Doubt flickers inside me, which is ridiculous because Edward has never lied to me. “That’s why I’m here.” I close the cookie tin. “I want to surprise him.”
It’s Craig’s turn to frown. “But you saw him at dinner.”
“At dinner?” We haven’t eaten dinner together in months.
“Yeah.” The security guard’s forehead furrows. “I overheard Mr. Langston tell Mr. Barron, one of the partners, that he was meeting you for dinner at Paros. That’s a nice place.”
Paros is a nice place, the type of restaurant a lawyer wanting to impress clients would eat at. I relax. “He must have been meeting with a client.”
The lines on Craig’s face deepen. “He specifically said he was treating his woman to a romantic dinner for two.”
Many people walk through the law firm’s doors. Craig must have mixed up his conversations. I decide to be the bigger person, literally, and drop the issue. “Has Edward returned from that dinner?”
“Not yet.” The security guard pops the last piece of cookie into his mouth. “Are you certain he wasn’t meeting with you?”
Would I be here if he had met with me? “I’m certain.” I suppress my irritation. It’s not the security guard’s fault I’ve misplaced my boyfriend.
I’ve misplaced my boyfriend. This gives me an idea.
I dig my phone out of my pocket and select the tracker app. A year ago, after Edward lost his phone for the fifth time in five days, he gave me permission to trace its whereabouts.
The results are instant, an address appearing on the screen. His phone is currently at 240 Adelaide Street West, in the heart of the entertainment district. The last of my foolish fears fade. Some of Edward’s newest clients own bars and restaurants. He must be visiting the locations for work. Perhaps he’s doing research.
I could assist with this research. For the last nine years, I’ve worked for Powers Corporation, a Toronto real estate company. I’ll share my insights on real estate prices, utilities, property taxes, and other related expenses, prove to him once again that we make a great team, that I can help his career.
Then I’ll ditch the coat and show him I can please him in other ways. I smile. The sexual tension inside me will dissipate. He’ll fall even deeper in love with me, commit to me, to us, completely.
I glance down at my ringless left hand. This could prompt him to propose, to make our relationship even more permanent. We’ll be one step closer to having that big family I dream of, a love-filled buffer against an often tumultuous world.
“Craig?”
“Yes, Miss Jenelly?”
“Could you call me a cab?”
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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.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
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Seducing My Billionaire Boss – A Top Pick
Woot! Seducing My Billionaire Boss is an ARe top pick!
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Note: If you purchased the Salacious boxed set, you already have this story.
This job and this man are mine.
I have to land the position Robert Reyes, the CFO of Powers Corporation, recently posted. My friend’s health depends on it. I’ve heard the rumors—that Rob will require… extra duties from this new hire.
He’s young, handsome, intelligent. Pleasing him won’t be a hardship. Not falling in love with him will be the big challenge. I’ve lusted after Rob for years, like him more than is prudent, dream of him every night. Touching his body, tasting the salt on his skin, will be both a self-inflicted torment and a fantasy come true.
I’ll be a convenience for my hunky executive. This is a job, not a romance. As long as both of us remember this, our relationship should work.
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