Lovers forced apart finally reunited - but nothing is as simple as it should be. Book 1 in the Reunion Series.
Selina blushed, the heat creeping over her face as she pushed at his hands. "No! You can't do that!"
"Just bloody watch me." His rough words surprised her and her hands dropped away. He continued his almost feverish work at her buttons and very quickly he had the shirt open. Selina thanked whatever had made her fasten a bra over her very tiny breasts. With gentle movements, he brushed the old material of her shirt to one side. He hissed through clenched teeth at what he saw. "You need a medic."
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Ha! I couldn't go past that title.
You know, there are so many aspects of writing Science Fiction Romance that I enjoy. Right now, I'm horrifying my friends and family with some of the research and concepts I'm using in my latest book, Children Of A Greater Evil. (I'd love to say I'm sorry, but I'm not!)
See, Science Fiction gives me the opportunity to play with a whole new set of parameters of what's acceptable in society.
For instance, hiding who you are in order to infiltrate the other side? Okay, so that includes some good guys, but is picking and choosing something you can afford to do? Maybe pick off those already mortally wounded...
Kill someone with a light fitting (been there, done that and really need the shirt!)
Playing with concepts of nanotechnology and ands efficacy in creating super soldiers. What about warrior children?
I've written quite a few now, where I've been fortunate to investigate everything from 'dead spots' where ammunition and artillery can't reach through to the heights that someone without a craft can safely jump (with or without oxygen and pressurised suits)
Want to know more about my investigations? Well, you could start with my books:
Alright, so this is merely a smattering of my scifi books! To find out more, go visit my Science Fiction page which links to all my current releases and coming soon titles!
Why I Read SciFi Romance – Cynthia Sax
I’ve read a romance novel a day for decades, long before I started sending my stories to publishers. I love romance because of the romantic happy ever after or happy for now ending. The rest of the fictional world might be messed up but the couple (or more) is together, in love, happy. I love that optimism.
I read across the subgenres, everything from sweet Regency romances to sizzling hot mafia romances. One of my favorite subgenres, however, to read and to write is SciFi Romance.
Romance has a romantic happy ever after. SciFi Romance gives me that PLUS the hope that humans will have a future. SciFi Romance writers, by setting their stories in the future, are telling us we’ll have one. We’ll survive as a species. During scary times, that’s very reassuring.
It is also nice to escape the planet for a while. When I’m tired of today’s politics, I can open a SciFi Romance set in the future and I’m unlikely to hear any mention of politics. If a loved one is struggling with an illness, I can open a SciFi Romance and it is unlikely that illness will appear on the pages. It is total escapism.
I can almost always be guaranteed a fresh, different read with SciFi Romance. There might be a new world, new types of characters, new technology. The core emotions are the same—wanting to love and be loved, desiring a place to belong, to be accepted—but the other aspects of the story will be refreshingly different. SciFi Romances tend to surprise and thrill readers. It is challenging to guess the next scenes.
Then there’s the blowing up of spaceships and planets. Nothing is more relaxing after a long stressful day than fictional destruction. (grins) I can’t think of another subgenre that allows a reader to experience a planet being blasted to bits. A hero killing a baddie is satisfying. Sure. A hero killing and EATING his enemies (as Kralj does in Dark Thoughts) is glorious.
These are some of the reasons I love SciFi Romance. Why do you love this super special subgenre?
USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes SciFi, contemporary and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.
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Can love redeem a monster?
The Refuge is home to some of the most violent beings in the universe. Kralj, its leader, reigns over the remote outpost with terrifying ease, ruthlessly squashing any rumors of rebellion, killing anyone who breaks his rules. Primitive, deadly, powerful, he’s a monster, scarred both on his face and his soul. He has never met a being he couldn’t control.
Until he meets her.
Dita has one mission—to kill the three targets claiming sanctuary within the Refuge. Or so she claims. For the first time in his long lifespan, Kralj isn’t certain of another being’s intentions. The tiny assassin is immune to his powers, her thoughts unreadable. He can’t predict her movements, can’t control her, can’t stop wanting her.
Dita is rare, as unique as he is, and, to keep the residents of the Refuge safe, Kralj will have to kill her. But first, he’ll touch her, taste her, show her how passionate the beast inside him can be.
Dark Thoughts is a STAND-ALONE SciFi Romance.
The hero might be tall, dark, and scarred but don’t be fooled by his appearance.
He’s truly a monster.
This story is not for readers with delicate sensibilities.
Well, I'm running just a little late...
So here's my entry for the...
Warriors of the Elector
Beachwalk Press have taken on my Warriors of the Elector Series, and the final book STARBURST was released in November...
In case you've missed them:
But I'm planning on showing you Starburst
Chowd walked down the corridor. The blonde woman reminded him of a man eater; someone best avoided, he knew. He hid out in the security offices waiting for a clear run. And the man, the ambassador? He had all but slobbered over Meredith. The thought made Chowd's gut burn as he headed to Duvall's office. He swiped his hand over the unit, and as the door opened, Duvall and Meredith lifted their heads.
"Oh, thank Eshra it's you, Chowd." Meredith's voice betrayed her agitation.
His instinct to protect her kicked in. "Meredith? Are you okay?" He moved swiftly to her side, and she smiled at him, warming him.
"Oh yeah. But I think I have a problem. The ambassador is…well, in not terribly technical terms…lecherous. He wanted me to stay and have a drink. He wanted me to join him for dinner."
Deep rose colored her cheeks, and the glint in her eyes both made him feel angry that the human would upset her as well as relaxed the nervous tension that had filled him. She isn't interested in the ambassador, but she wants me. He grabbed hold of one of her hands, feeling instinctively that she needed support.
Duvall glared at the door before exhaling heavily. "Okay, well, the only thing I can do at the moment is either move you to the command post—but chances are he'll track you down and spend a fair bit of time there in the next few days—or you can move into the security sector with Chowd, during your working hours. We can't afford to upset the ambassador or his assistant, but you need clear air to do your work. Chowd?" Duvall cast a look at him, letting him know that he had his captain's full support, whichever way he chose to act.
Anger, hot and acidic, burned inside him. He knew that this would only offer her some small amount of freedom. If the ambassador truly were that intent on following her, then he'd look for her in her private time. He ran tight fingers through his hair, his mind working overtime. "I believe that would be appropriate. In fact, in the interests of keeping a lid on any advances he might make, we should move Meredith into my cabin until the ambassador is safely returned to the Star of Ishtar. I will, of course, sleep in my private office." Though, the stars know, I will probably sleep badly with her so close by.
Duvall watched him with assessing eyes. Chowd knew he'd been in this position before and was obviously assessing Chowd's behavior before allowing it.
He stood quietly, waiting for Duvall to reach his own conclusions. In his own mind, he had no question over his actions. Meredith didn't want the ambassador's attention, and he would move all the stars in the galaxy to ensure she didn't have to endure it.
He knew Duvall could argue the anti-fraternization rules the Admiralty had set in place, but the Elector was a place where people made decisions that worked, whether or not it broke any other rules. He snickered to himself at the thought.
The silence grew before Duvall nodded. "Fine. That is probably the best outcome. I also need you to take on training with Meredith. Keep her skills current so we can ensure her safety during this mission." He looked rueful for a moment before continuing. "Not just because she's my sister, but she's also a valuable asset to the Admiralty."
Meredith opened her mouth, but both Duvall and Chowd raised a hand. "No, Meredith. Trust me."
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