Intact: Cyborg Two (Science Fiction, love story, apocalyptic, alpha males, strong females, Cyborgs, futuristic, F/M & M/M, sexy romance)

Intact: Cyborg Two

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Blurb:

(Science Fiction, love story, apocalyptic, alpha males, strong females, Cyborgs, futuristic, F/M & M/M, sexy romance) 

A world on edge...

The “Cyborg” team has kept one eye glued to the unrest inside the A.I. community for some time. Each member understands the ramifications of a revolt. If war is declared, they could find themselves on the opposite side of the law. One tiny detail changes Miles’ stance. Solving the case he’s worked since meeting Alexia could be the deciding factor. Left with no other choice, Miles orders his second in command to move to plan ‘B’—Dr. Kiston Beck.

A woman caught in the middle...

Kiston has stood with the Androids since her teenage years. Her inside knowledge of Cryo-Zone—an all-droid community—could mean the difference between a war lost or won. Convincing her to go against all she believes to be right is another matter. 

Kiston has no idea what the Cybernetics Agency thinks she possesses. There hasn’t been a human alive who cared to hear her opinion in years. The one detail she’s absolutely sure about is that they sent the wrong team member if they hoped to seduce the information from her. 

Cyborg Two is every woman’s dream. His wide shoulders, alpha ways and smoldering glances leave her breathless. Unfortunately, his biggest flaw is one too many for Kiston. He believes she’s crazy. 

But is it too late?

After a botched kidnapping, a concussion and near-death experience, can Miles and his team still convince Kiston to join them, or will their brand of friendship end up destroying the world?

Excerpt:

The worst things always happened to Kiston when she was minding her own damn business. She always steered clear of trouble and never intentionally put herself in harm’s way. Nonetheless, it seemed she was always dealing with some form of bullshit. Today was no exception. Clutching her purse to her chest with her tightly bound hands while sandwiched between two burly, combat-ready men, Kiston eyed the man sitting on the loveseat across from her with malice. He ignored her obvious hatred. Fucker.

“I find her reactions odd.”

Kiston had been so intent on killing the man with her death stare, when he spoke it caught her off guard. No one responded. He continued without encouragement.

“Most women would be screaming and crying. She is merely pissed.”

Great. She’d been kidnapped by a fucking genius. Rolling her eyes, she switched her attention to the door behind him, attempting to will someone to find her and ignoring the man’s golden gaze. He wasn’t a droid. In fact, none of the three men in the room moved like a machine, but their eyes glowed, proving they were all—at the very least—sixty-percent computerized. Of course, that tidbit of knowledge didn’t help explain why they’d stolen her from the street. On a normal day, she was better liked by A.I.s than anyone. In the human world, she was considered odd. It seemed today she was an oddity to both sides. Awesome.

“I’m tempted to remove the gag,” the guy to her left said, drawing her attention. He was a blond giant who took up too much space. “It might be fun to hear her describing all the ways she intends to disembowel you … again.”

Inside her head, an evil smile stretched across her face, and she was cackling with maniacal laughter. Oh yeah. She’d earned her gag. The man to her right chuckled. He had a cool-looking cyberpunk mechanical angel tattooed on his forearm. It was almost silver in coloration, and she’d never seen anything like it. When the light hit it at just the right angle, it almost appeared to move across his skin.

“Damn. Why didn’t I have my optical recorder running? The way she got the drop on you.” He broke off with a sharp laugh. No doubt about it. She’d earned the rope tied around her wrists as well.

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About the Author

Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing, Midnight Books, and Punk & Sissy Publications. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters.

*2014 Readers' Favorite Finalist
*2014 Golden Ankh Nominee
*2013 Readers' Favorite Award Winner
*2013 Reviewers' Choice Award Winner
*2012 ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance
*Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath

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An Excerpt from Jenna Galicki's **Jealousy**

An Excerpt from Jenna Galicki's **Jealousy**

Jealousy

He's the shoulder she leans on. 

He worships her. 

She shields and protects him. 

He watches over her. 

They're soul mates for life. 

They're not lovers; they're best friends. 

Their struggle to find someone who can handle their intense bond is met with a roller coaster of raw emotion, loyalty and heartache. 

Follow their journey to find love. 

When Heather Cooper married Peter, she thought that she had finally found someone who could handle the inseparable bond she shares with her gay best friend, Justin Perrotta. It’s only a matter of time, however, before jealousy rears its ugly head and Peter’s true feelings emerge. He starts drinking and his erratic behavior threatens their marriage. 

Burned by an ex-boyfriend, Justin refuses to open his heart to love again. Wild relationships and one night stands leave him lonely and unfulfilled, even though he will not admit it. He finds love when he least expects it, but his fear of commitment threatens to ruin the best thing that has ever happened to him. 

In this modern day ‘Will and Grace’ meets ‘Sex and the City’, two best friends, a straight woman and a gay man, struggle to find someone to love as much as they love each other.

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Jealousy Excerpt:

"Feel the soft petals against your skin," Tyler said. "Clear your head and don't think of anything except the flower. Visualize it in your mind. See the deep blood red pigment of the rose. See it touching your body.

It was surprisingly erotic. It made Justin yearn for deeper physical contact. It was hard to lie still. He reached out and his hand found Tyler’s thigh.

“Keep your hands flat on the bed.” Tyler removed Justin’s hand from his leg. “Let me touch you.”

Tyler gently ran the flower across Justin's chest, down his right arm, then down his left. The flower traced each finger from the knuckle to its tip. Next, Tyler slowly glided it down the length of Justin’s legs, one at a time.

Neither one of them spoke. The only sound in the room was Justin's breath, deepening with each caress of the silky rose against his bare skin. The flower found its way back to the center of his chest. It made small circles around his nipples, first clockwise, then counter clockwise. His nerve endings were standing on end. They were over sensitized and over stimulated. He was tingling all over. A sweet aroma filled his nostrils. He wrinkled his nose. It was the flower.

"That's it," Tyler whispered. "Let your senses experience the pleasures."

The rose traveled across the nape of Justin’s neck and traced the outline of his collarbone. It ran down his sternum and slowly outlined each one of his ribs. Normally it would have tickled, but this flower was magical. It was a wand filled with delight, bestowing joy and bliss co-mingled with rapture.

All of his senses were heightened. They were alive. It was as if he was using them for the first time. He not only felt the flower, but he heard it, as it glided across his skin. The sweet scent of the rose got stronger, or lighter, depending upon its proximity to his nose. The flower jumped to his ankle, floated over his calf and lingered on his thigh. It settled in the area where his thigh met his hip. It felt like a thousand tiny little fingers were igniting his flesh with sensations of grandeur. Then it was gone. It was no longer touching him. He yearned for it, and silently begged for its return. He lusted for the touch of a flower.

Reviews for Jealousy:

★★★★★I loved loved loved this book. pulled me from the beginning and had me enthralled till the last page. Justin and Heather have such a beautiful friendship that started when they were babies and spanned decades. You could just feel the love between the two of them and the fact that they would do anything and everything for each other. Heather really touched me when she would stand up to the bullies that bullied Justin when they were teens all because he was gay. Sex scenes were scorching hot both between Heather and her lovers and then when Justin was with his lovers. Secondary characters were a nice touch except I wanted to smack the crap out of Peter. I was sooo happy to see Heather get her HEA and Justin Get his HEA . A beautifully written story about friendship that no matter what nothing could tear them apart. Will defitnly be reading more of Jenna's books.

★★★★★It takes a powerful writer to capture the feelings and emotions of a book's characters as well as Jenna Galicki does. The descriptive love scenes were carefully thought out and drew the reader into the bedroom. The blend of male-female and male-male romance in the same book is brilliant and refreshing.

Emotions run rampant in Heather and Justin's turbulent lives and they were felt first hand. Sadness, anger, frustration, jealousy, understanding, happiness, humor and most of all love were in abundance.

The love affair that Justin and Heather share, albeit platonic, is all consuming, sometimes dysfunctional, and always intense. It takes two extraordinary people to come into their lives to balance out their co-dependency.

I fell in love with all the characters in this book and enjoyed watching their relationships and personalities evolve. A definite winner for me!

Author Bio:

Jenna Galicki is a strong advocate for LGBT rights and marriage equality. She volunteers with God's Love We Deliver, delivering meals to people with HIV and AIDS and other life threatening illnesses. She actively raises money and participates in AIDS Walk New York and is a proud sponsor of Children International.

She lives in Long Island, NY with her husband and three dogs. She's a Rottweiler enthusiast and an avid music buff. Elaborate stories and fictional characters are her constant companions. When she's not hunched over a computer, you can find her front row at a rock concert.

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Introducing author, Jenna Galicki (Mature Audiences 18+)

Introducing author, Jenna Galicki

Jenna Galicki is a strong advocate for LGBT rights and marriage equality. She volunteers with God's Love We Deliver, delivering meals to people with HIV and AIDS and other life threatening illnesses. She actively raises money and participates in AIDS Walk New York and is a proud sponsor of Children International.

She lives in Long Island, NY with her husband and three dogs. She's a Rottweiler enthusiast and an avid music buff. Elaborate stories and fictional characters are her constant companions. When she's not hunched over a computer, you can find her front row at a rock concert.

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The Prince of Punk rock (Radical Rock Stars Book One)

Blurb & synopsis:

I love her, but I also love him. 

She’s everything to me. 

He sets my world on fire. 

It's our dirty little secret, and it’s about to blow our record deal sky high. 

I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is our story. 

Tommy Blade is a man with a secret. It’s a secret he only shares with one person, Jessi Blade – and the men he surrenders to in the bedroom. Jessi’s only condition to their tumultuous sex life is that the men are one night stands. But when Angel Garcia enters their life, it’s like a match to gasoline. 

Mega-talented punk rock singer Angel Garcia, with his smoldering ebony eyes, tight leather pants and unstoppable stage presence, is a man who is used to getting what he wants. He has his eyes set on Tommy Blade as his new lead guitarist, and as his life partner. 

Jessi Blade, sympathetic to her husband's bisexual needs, loves him enough to share him, but she never counted on Angel Garcia to test the threshold of her marriage. He makes her life hell . . . and heaven. He’s her damnation and her salvation. She wants to hate him. She wants to despise him. But his charm and raw sex appeal are impossible to resist. Without warning, she finds herself falling in love with her husband's gay lover. 

At the height of it all, their punk rock band catapults to stardom. 

Their lives are marred by secrecy, deception and sacrifice. Feelings of betrayal, backlash from the sensationalistic media and threats of blackmail send them down a hard road filled with tough decisions. 

They aren't your ordinary rock stars. They're radical rock stars. And they have a big story to tell. 

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Excerpt- The Prince of Punk Rock (Radical Rock Stars Book One)

Jessi let the warm water from the shower spray onto her face.  She was happy.  Tommy was happy.  Angel was happy.  Their much needed talk at the breakfast table set some ground rules.  Angel was open to communication and encouraged it.  It gave her comfort.

After she showered, she meandered back to the bedroom, as she towel dried her hair.  Tommy and Angel were already naked and in each other’s arms on top of the unmade bed.

“What took you so long?” Tommy asked, before returning his lips to Angel’s neck.

Jessi didn’t answer.  She wanted to watch.  She leaned against the doorway and folded her arms.  She watched Tommy kiss Angel with an urgency that she never saw before, and the love that Angel had for Tommy was never clearer to the naked eye than it was right now.  She knew they were in love.  It didn’t scare her as much as she thought it would. The confidence she had in their marriage overshadowed her fears and doubts.

Her thoughts were pushed aside by the sound of Tommy moaning and breathing heavily.  Angel was stroking Tommy and sucking on his nipples.  Jessi let the towel around her body drop to the floor and crawled into bed, on the other side of Tommy.  She glided her hand up his back and kissed his shoulder.  He immediately turned onto his back, so that he could share himself equally between her and Angel, and he kissed her.  Her mouth moved to his chest, and she could feel his heart gently beating underneath her lips. She kissed her way down his torso and her tongue crawled across his skin.  It accidentally collided with Angel’s mouth.  They both looked up in surprise and shared a smile.

She wasn’t sure what Angel was thinking, but she wanted to kiss him.  Fear of rejection made her hesitate, but it was unwarranted.  Angel grabbed her by the back of the neck and firmly planted his mouth on hers.  His tongue invaded her mouth and bathed its circumference.  She was spellbound by the intensity of his kiss.  She couldn’t think about anything else except Angel’s warm, authoritative tongue inside her mouth, and she immediately felt warmth and wetness between her legs.  Now she understood why Tommy had that dreamy look on his face whenever Angel kissed him.

Angel withdrew his tongue, but she wanted more and placed a long kiss on his lips, hoping for another visit from his magical tongue.  But he just smiled at her, and then moved his mouth back down to Tommy’s belly.

Tommy pulled her up and kissed her.  It was like night and day.  Angel’s kiss was forceful and commanding.  Tommy’s was slow and soft.  She loved the tenderness in which he slowly moved his tongue in gentle, purposeful circles around her mouth, but she found herself still reminiscing over the kiss she just shared with Angel.

Reviews for The Prince of Punk Rock:

★★★★This book is plays out just like in the synopsis. The Prince of Punk is one smoking hot rock and roll fantasy where the boy gets everything he ever wanted - a hot wife, a hot boyfriend and a hot band playing sold out venues. It’s not as easy living the life…especially when you share your bed with your wife and your gay lover. Emotions run high as the trio attempts to balance their lives in the bedroom, their families’ scrutiny and navigating the paparazzi.

The Prince of Punk was my guilty pleasure book of the week.

★★★★★ I was hooked by the promos for this book and impatiently waited for its release. It did not disappoint! I loved the story line and all three of the main characters. I felt a connection with them right away and I felt the emotions they shared, both with one another and because of the situations they were faced with. The characters were well developed, complex and realistic. There is a lot of heat and passion between them. The scenes where the band was performing on stage made me feel like I was at a live concert. I felt the energy of the crowd, first hand, and enjoyed the playfulness between Tommy and Angel on stage. The writer drew me into each scene. The supporting characters were interesting, fun and diverse, and definitely left you wanting to know more about them. As if that wasn't enough, this book is loaded with hot, steamy M/M/F action that will leave you fanning yourself for days. The Prince of Punk Rock was awesome and I can't wait to read more by this author! Well done!!

Hand Me the Shotgun Guest Post by, Lynda Cox

Hand Me the Shotgun

Guest Post by, Lynda Cox

What is my writing process? 

Every time I’m asked this question, I have to force myself not to laugh. I don’t have a writing process, per se. That process depends on the situation, what I’m writing, and how much my insomnia is affecting me. When an idea takes hold, the insomnia becomes worse than normal. Medication doesn’t affect my insomnia so when I’m on a writing binge, my pillow and I are very estranged. Fortunately, my writing space (which has to be considered a part of the writing process) is completely separate from the house. We have a small guest house that has been turned into my office. It has everything I need there to disappear for hours (okay…days) on end: electricity, internet, air conditioning, heat…

When it comes to writing I am not a linear writer. I also freely and without compunction admit to being one who writes by the seat of my pants. The one time I outlined a novel I put so much into the generation of that outline I exhausted the creativity.

Most of the time, my stories take hold in my imagination with a pivotal scene. I’ll get images in my head of the main characters in that scene and then the reporter’s questions start and I have a full blown conversation with the people in my head. “Who the heck are you and why are you here? How’d you get here? Where are you going? And you want me to write WHAT????” In the case of my first published book, Colt strolled into my head, hand in hand with Amy, and demanded—he certainly didn’t ask—that I tell their story. My first question in that game was “You do realize I’m writing a twenty page or better critical introduction to my master’s creative piece, don’t you?” and the second was “Why is that Peacemaker strapped down so low on your thigh?”

A.J. and Allison, from Smolder on a Slow Burn, came about very differently. They originally started life as a contemporary romance. And, that one started out as a reoccurring nightmare and the re-imagining of their story came the same way. I recognized both of them, even dressed in period clothing. And I know I stated very clearly that I was not reliving that again. Yeah, that worked well…

Anyway, my novels usually start out with one pivotal scene. For Smolder on a Slow Burn it was the scene during the thunderstorm when A.J. is suffering from a wicked flashback, trapped in the memories of the time he spent at a Union run prisoner of war camp and Allison finding him out in that storm, huddled on his knees, and not knowing where he was or who she was. After being plagued with that nightmare for several nights in a row, I gave in and wrote the scene, thinking if I just wrote that, I could kiss them good-bye. (Cue evil laughter from my Muse, now.)

Three weeks later, I had more than 60,000 words of a rough draft. From that scene in a thunderstorm on the Nebraska prairie I built forward and backward. As scenes came to me, I wrote them. Some of those scenes never made it into the rough draft, but I wrote them. I sometimes write more than 100,000 words for a 65,000 word manuscript.

I’m one of those writers that in the midst of the process will walk, talk, and at times, act out part of the scene I’m working on. (I’ve gotten pretty darn good at a quick draw, just for the record.) I also pace when I can’t get a scene to gel correctly in my head. I will pace from the guest house to the house and back, repeatedly, until I think I have it gelled. When everything is flowing, I have to have music. What kind of music I listen to really depends on the scenes I’m writing.

Because as I said earlier I suffer from insomnia, I don’t really have a set writing time. I write…I pace…I brush a collie (or three)…I write some more…I surf the Internet to verify or find a tidbit of information to add believability to the story line…I pace…I write.

And somewhere in that mess, I manage to come up with a romance novel. 

Lynda J. Cox will tell anyone who will listen that she was born at least one hundred and fifty years too late, and most definitely in the wrong part of the country. She holds a master’s degree in English with a concentration in creative writing from Indiana State University after earning her BA from the same university as a non-traditional student. (Think being old enough to be mom to 90% of the students in her freshman cadre.) She’s kept busy with two spoiled rotten house cats, a 30 plus year old Arabian gelding who has been nicknamed “Lazarus” for his ability in the later years of his life to escape death, and quite a few champion collies. When she isn’t writing, she can be found on the road, travelling to the next dog show. She loves to chat about books, the writing life, and the insanity which is called a “dog show” and can be reached through her Facebook page at www.facebook.com/LyndaJCox.

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