Monday, August 24, 2015

Sexy Cyborgs And Writing What We Want By Cynthia Sax

Hi Decadent Divas! (waves) Thank you for having me on your blog today. I’m super excited about being here and about the release of Releasing Rage, my dark SciFi erotic romance featuring a tormented cyborg hero.

If it weren’t for the self-publishing option that all writers thankfully now have, Releasing Rage wouldn’t have been published. There’s very little interest at New York publishers for ANY SciFi erotic romance (the market is mostly eBook and New York is mainly interested in books with the possibility of print distribution). Because Releasing Rage is extremely dark (it is a romance but it contains violence of all kinds), the smaller eBook first publishers were unlikely to be interested either.

Years ago, I would have stored the story under my bed (with the hundreds of other stories already hidden there). Not today. Today, we have the option, if we’re truly passionate about a story, to self publish it, to go indie. There’s a cost (I paid for professional editing, a cover, formatting, etc) but I happily paid it.

Because I believe in this story and in this entire series. I love cyborg heroes and I wanted to show why cyborgs might rebel against their human masters. That story required darkness. Warrior created to fight for humans wouldn’t rebel unless they had a dang good reason, a reason soldiers accustomed to killing couldn’t tolerate.

There are some moments of levity also. This IS a Cynthia Sax story. There’s hot steamy sex, a hunky hero, a kick a$$ heroine, and plenty of action, everything you expect from one of my stories.

Early reviews have been overwhelming. Some reviewers have already reread Releasing Rage twice. There’s a passion for this story that I’ve never seen with any of my previous releases. I suspect this is partially because I’m so passionate about it. This enthusiasm, this love is in my writing and readers can feel it.

My advice to all writers is to write what you’re passionate about and not worry as much about what publishers want.

My advice to all readers is if a writer is super enthusiastic about one of her stories, there’s usually a reason why. That story is worth investigating.


Releasing Rage

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?


“I serve you. You’re my cyborg.”

“I’m your master.” His eyes glowed with pride and passion. “You belong to me, are mine to do with as I will.”

“Yes, sir.” She couldn’t form a longer reply. Her breasts were alive with his touch, his nanocybotics working her like a thousand tiny tongues, concentrated where his mouth engulfed her skin. Her pussy warmed with the friction of his palm.

“Right now, I wish to repair your damage.” He laved her breasts with his tongue, covering her with his unique form of care, spreading his seduction across her entire chest, and she writhed against him, fighting her release, wishing to delay this delicious torture.

“I want my female in prime condition when I breed with her.” Rage pushed two of his large fingers inside her.

She whimpered, the fit tight, stretching her.

“You’ll take me, little engineer.” He spread his fingers, increasing the pressure. “Not today. You haven’t yet earned that reward.” He pumped her, his rhythm fast, hard, squeezing the breath from her chest. “But soon. I’ll fill your snug human pussy with my cyborg cum.”

“Yes, sir.” Joan wiggled, impaled on his fingers.

“I’ll breed with you whenever, wherever, however, I desire.” His lips moved against her as he thrust his fingers between her pussy lips, filling her again and again. “And you’ll deny me nothing because you serve me.”

“I serve you, sir.” Let me come, she wanted to beg yet didn’t dare. He was in control, would give her relief when, if he wished.

“When I tire of you, when you no longer satisfy my needs—”

She shook with want and need and an endless yearning. “You’ll kill me, sir.” Saying the words gave her some power and she wasn’t scared of death, only of not finding release.

“Yes.” He drove into her pussy with his fingers and nipped her breast with his lip-covered teeth.

She screamed, bearing down on his hand, taking him deeper inside her. Her inner walls constricted around him, as though trying to make their bond permanent.

His mouth tugged and pulled at her nipple, extending her orgasm until she had nothing left, sagging against him.

Rage drew her upward with one arm, this demonstration of his strength impressing her. “My female.” He licked the scratch on her face. His nanocybotics warmed her skin as they repaired her damage. His fingers remained inside her.

 Cynthia Sax
USA Today Bestselling Author

1 comment:

  1. Thank you so much for hosting me on your online home today.
    (big hugs)