Books – Prizes – Authors- Romance

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TRS End of Summer Bash is starting tomorrow. If you’re a fan of romance, free books, authors or all of the above, make sure you pop by and join in the fun.

There may even be a sneak peak at my upcoming release – Running From the Cyborg!

It’s all right here:   https://trsparties.com

 

Meet Cynthia Sax and her stable of Sexy Cyborgs!

choosingchuckles_ebookx2_500x750Why I Don’t Plan To Ever Stop Writing Cyborg Romance by Cynthia Sax

I was a cyborg romance reader long before I was a cyborg romance writer. Series like Laurann Dohner’s Cyborg Seduction and Eve Langlais’ Cyborgs: More than Machines got me hooked. I continue to read awesome cyborgs series like Anne Kane’s Terra Five and Naomi Lucas’ Cyborg Shifters.

I also write cyborg romance. I’ve written 15 cyborg romances, plan to write dozens, perhaps hundreds more…depending on how long I live. (grins) I don’t foresee a time I will ever not write cyborg romance.

Why?

Well, first, let’s talk about what a cyborg is. According to Wikipedia ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyborg ), a cyborg is “a being with both organic and biomechatronic body parts.” He is part man, part machine. Many of our wounded warriors are technically cyborgs.

(As an aside, I once told a wounded warrior that I wrote about cyborgs, about military men who were part machine as he was. That blew his mind. He couldn’t believe that women would read, would fantasize about men like him, men with robotic legs and other parts. It totally changed his view of himself.)

How much man and how much machine a cyborg is can vary. My cyborgs are about half and half. Some writers’ cyborgs are more machine. Some writers’ cyborgs are more man.

The machine component can be fairly standard (My cyborgs do vary with their different models. They have evolved over the years.) but the human part guarantees that every cyborg hero or heroine is unique. No two humans are alike. No two cyborgs are alike (unless they are clones but even then they might vary).

That means every cyborg romance is different also. Yes, there are often themes we can expect. Usually there’s that delicious conflict between man and machine, emotion and logic that I love. Will the cyborg set aside logic and love, making decisions based on an emotion that often doesn’t adhere to rational thinking? Because every cyborg is unique, they will deal with that conflict in different ways.

The uniqueness of these characters ensures I am unlikely to ever grow restless writing OR reading cyborg romance. There are SO many stories I want to write and read. I can’t wait to enjoy them!

What do you love about reading or writing cyborg romance?

 

Bio:

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 romance top ten lists.

Sign up for her dirty-joke-filled release day newsletter and visit her on the web at http://www.CynthiaSax.com

Website:  http://cynthiasax.com/

Newsletter:   http://tasteofcyn.com/2014/05/28/newsletter/

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/cynthia.sax

Twitter:  @CynthiaSax

Blog:  http://tasteofcyn.com/

 

Blurb:

Choosing Chuckles

A Cynical Cyborg Meets A Bad, Bad Female.

Chuckles hates all humans. In the past, humans betrayed him. That treachery caused permanent damage to his muscular form, resulting in a lifespan of pain.

When the primitive D Model cyborg answers a distress call sent by a pink-and-blue haired, sparkly human female, he knows it’s a trap. He still has to respond to her fake cry for help. She belongs to him, is the one being genetically fabricated for him. But he plans to be her captor, not her captive.

Bettina, aka Bait, works with a team of females, snaring sexual predators in space, seizing their ships and transporting them to primitive planets. As soon as she speaks with Chuckles, she knows he’s not like the others. He has honor, is a being worthy of respect, of caring.

But she can’t let him go. She has to trap him. His dominance thrills her. His deep voice evokes desires she’d never experienced in the past. She’ll risk it all, breaking every rule for one wild encounter with the male she calls Sir.

Pre-order Now:

Amazon US:

https://www.amazon.com/Choosing-Chuckles-Cyborg-Space-Exploration-ebook/dp/B07MXQ13WS

Amazon UK:

 

Apple/iTunes:

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/choosing-chuckles/id1450000541

B&N:

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/choosing-chuckles-cynthia-sax/1130326339

Kobo:

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/choosing-chuckles

Smashwords:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/918618

Druids, Adveture, Time Travel and more!

The Soul of Time: In the Land of Ice and Darkness, time-traveller Ashley faces The Thief of Souls (The Time For Alexander Series Book 6) by [Macaire, Jennifer]The Soul of Time

In the Land of Ice and Darkness, time-traveller Ashley faces the terrible Thief of Souls

(The Time For Alexander Series Book 6)

Ashley and Alexander come face to face with Volterix, the terrifying Thief of Souls – a druid with powers to stop time and change the future of the world.

Ashley and Alexander must travel to the far north in order to stop the Volterix from irrevocably changing time. With Alexander’s soul, and Paul as his puppet, the druid hopes he can stop the Roman legions from conquering Europe and thus save the druids from extinction. But Ashley knows that will not happen without the mysterious Time-Senders erasing all their lives.

In order to save herself, her children, and the men she loves, she has to somehow get Alexander’s soul back and find the druid’s lair.

Excerpt:

If you’ve always lived in the modern world, and never had the chance to take a trip back in time, then you can never imagine how sweet the air was before the invention of fossil fuels. In my daytime, the earth was surrounded in a faint haze of pollution. Here, there was nothing but the faint scent of wood smoke. Otherwise, the air was as clean and pristine as the beginning of the world. The water was clean, the air was clean, the ocean was full of fish, and wild animals still roamed the forests.
As a matter of fact, there was one right in front of me.
Nothing too scary, just a large, grey wolf. He was sitting in a clearing staring at me, and something in his yellow gaze was reassuring. He was not hungry, and his eyes seemed to tell me that he was just curious about the pale, two-legged beast shuffling noisily through the forest. It was his forest. He lived there. We were just passing through, but he had been born beneath the towering pines and would live his whole life there before dying beneath the very same trees. We were his guests for the short time we stayed there.
There was a swift stream nearby, and I washed myself. I was very careful to leave everything just as I’d found it.
The wolf had vanished silently. I suppose he was somewhere close by keeping an eye on us. The thought that maybe it was a druid flickered like a spark through my mind, but three thousand years of civilization put the spark out as if I’d dumped a whole bucket of water on it. Absurd. People don’t change themselves into animals. They simply can’t. It is impossible, going against all the laws of science and nature. Matter doesn’t change into other matter. The wolf was a wolf and that was that.
Of course, I’d come across a monkey claiming to be a druid. He could write in Greek on a wax tablet and pluck silver coins out of purses, but even that could be explained – by thin layers of wax, by patient training. I didn’t for an instant believe the monkey had really once been a man.
Or did I? I sat down at the water’s edge and stared at the flowing stream. Small green leaves floated in eddies. I plucked one and nibbled it. Watercress was one of the edible plants I was capable of recognizing. I sighed for no particular reason and glanced up at the sky, visible through the canopy. Sunlight dappled my face and arms. A trout splashed in the stream, startling me. I wished I knew what was going to happen next. I had the frightening feeling that I was cut off from the world. I hated the way we were being herded along towards an unknown destination. There had to be a way to escape, or at least turn the situation more towards our advantage.
What frightened me the most was that a group of powerful men had stolen Alexander’s soul somehow and had decided to change the future by using Paul to unite the tribes of Gaul. If that happened, the Gauls would defeat the Roman Empire. Progress would be stopped. The druids were leery of writing and still made human sacrifices. If they succeeded in their plans, history, as I knew it, would be erased, along with Alexander, me, and everyone we knew and loved.

Link: getbook.at/Soul-of-Time

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Jennifer Macaire is an American living in Paris. She likes to read, eat chocolate, and plays a mean game of golf. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St Peter and Paul High School in St Thomas and moved to NYC where she modeled for five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories

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