A brand new series 😁
What kind of series, might you ask? Well, there are aliens involved. Alien cyborgs.
Parts of it are gentler than my previous alien romance series, and parts of it are darker. Book one is currently untitled, as is the series.
The series title is making me crazy. My last series was Savage Warriors. This one needs to be something Cyborg or Cyborg something. I've made a list of potential names for the series-- Sizzling Cyborgs, Badass Cyborgs, and Possessed by the Cyborg, for instance (don't judge)--but I can't really settle on a good name for this Alien Cyborg series. Hey...
Maybe that's it. Maybe just Alien Cyborgs. Ugh. I don't know. Does Alien Cyborgs make you want to grab the books?
These Cyborgs are stone-cold, emotionless, and do what they have to do to get shit done. Mercenaries, defenders of innocents, liberators of territories overrun by assholes. And then they meet the human females who are going to make them fall in love, whether they want to or not.
Any of my readers great with titles and in the mood to help me out? Give me your ideas and suggestions and if I choose your series title, I'll credit you in the acknowledgments and send the first book to your Kindle for free--and earlier than the release date, if possible.
Here's a small excerpt from book one, now in progress. I'll put it and the others in this series up for preorder soon.
“Go back to your room,” I growl, and I slam my bedroom door shut before striding into my bathroom to stick my head under a stream of cold water. There is something terribly wrong with me. The visions are too extreme. My lust for the abused female, stolen from her own world and caged and mistreated, is wrong. I have never lusted after a victim I have rescued. Not once.
Yet here I am, full of lust and sex and need so immense that I fear I might seize her and throw her to my bed. I might rip her clothes off and…
“Fuck,” I groan. “Get the fuck out.” I turn off the water and hit the button on the wall—the red one which will summon the person I most need to see.
Dr. Jhim Thuvi answers quickly. “Raiden?”
“Come immediately,” I tell him. “There is something wrong in my head.”
“Lie down,” he tells me. “I am on my way.”
When I leave the bathroom, I realize I left Rowena in the next room. She must be frightened half to death. And she is—but not for herself. She is sitting on the corner of my bed, her brow knit in concern.
She stands when I walk into the room. “Raiden, are you ill? Can I call someone?”
“I have called someone,” I tell her. “There are obsessive thoughts in my mind which may indicate an imbalance with my cerebral implants. The doctor is coming.”
She pales. “You don’t have a real brain?”
I snort. “I have a real brain, Rowena.” Then I shrug. “Though some previously damaged parts of it were augmented with—”
“Never mind,” she interrupts hastily, as though she cannot bear to hear of my artificial parts. She takes my arm and leads me to my bed. “Lie down until the doctor gets here. She will take care of you.”
Then she jerks her fingers away from my mechanical arm when she realizes she holds it. I am not angered by her disgust. She is human. “Go back to your rooms,” I tell her. “You will not go to Ghoondra. When this job is finished, I will inform the consulate of your rescue, and they will begin the proceedings to return you to Earth.”
“Back to Earth,” she whispers. “That’s a possibility?”
Before I can reply, Jhim barrels into my bedroom, two aides behind him. One carries a large case, and the other pushes a white machine very nearly as tall as Rowena.
Jhim frowns in confusion when he sees her there. “You must leave now,” he says. “I will tend him.”
“Can you fix him?” she murmurs, but she shrinks away from the doctor she has seen only once since she has been here. Or at least she believes she has seen him only once.
“I certainly hope so,” he says. His voice is jolly, but his eyes hold worry.
“I’ll wait here with him,” she says, narrow-eyed with resolve.
I cannot help but smile. The further from the days of her captivity she gets, the more stubborn and determined she becomes.
Jhim frowns harder at my smile. “No,” he tells her, “you will not.” He nods at one of his aides. “Get that neglectful sister of his in here immediately.”
But not only does Rowena not trust this doctor, she does not trust him with me. She hurries to me, lifts my head, and slides beneath me. My head is pillowed on her soft lap almost before I can comprehend what she has done.
Her scent, sweet and exotic and unique, drifts down and wafts into my damaged brain. I want to reach up and yank her to me, and once again, my wayward cock begins to stiffen.
“Dammit, Jhim,” I growl. “Get her.”
Shocked by my refusal to accept her protection, and with feelings so hurt her eyes water, she can only stare hopelessly down at me until Cider rushes into the room and takes her away from me.
~From book one in the currently untitled book in the currently untitled cyborg alien romance series 🖤