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July 10, 2016
One And Done – Sixth Scene
One And Done is releasing on July 19th (it is available for pre-order now) and I’m sharing the first two chapters of this 300 page plus contemporary erotic romance.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/06/06/one-and-done-first-scene/
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“Oh.” There has to be a way to convince him. “What if I slipped you some bills?”
“The club would still be at capacity.” He shuts down my attempt at bribing him.
With money.
No one can resist my cookies. I open the tin. “Cookie?”
Tyrice hesitates for a moment, looks at me, at the cookies, at me once more. “You didn’t poison these or anything, did you?”
“You should ask that.” I nod, approving of the question. “The most successful serial killers in history have used poison.” I’m addicted to crime shows, especially those involving serial killers. They often prey on the homeless. If I ever end up on the street, I’m determined not to be one of their victims. “But that’s in history. Now, tests are almost certain to detect it as the cause of death. They’d trace the poison back to the cookies in your stomach. Everyone here has seen me offer them to you.” I gaze pointedly at the long line of club kids. “I’d get caught.”
Tyrice stares at me.
I smile gently. “If I was going to kill you, I’d be more careful.” I’ve watched enough shows to know how to kill someone and not get caught.
“Ummm…” He hesitates.
“My boyfriend, Edward Langston, is a lawyer. He can vouch for me.” If I’m ever permitted to see him. “The cookies are safe. I promise.”
Tyrice studies me.
I look as innocent as possible.
“Okay.” The doorman finally yields. “Thank you.” He selects one.
I wait until he’s munching happily, his eyelids partially lowered, a sublime expression on his scary face. Then I present my case yet again. “I need a minute, five tops. I just want to give these to Edward.”
“There’s no outside food allowed in the club, ma’am,” Tyrice mumbles between bites.
“You can have the cookies.” I press the tin into his big hands. “Let me inside.”
“Can’t.” He avoids my gaze. “Those are the—”
“Rules, I know.” Which rule am I breaking now? “I gave you cookies.”
“Nana Zaire gives me cookies too. I don’t allow her inside during club hours.”
I frown. “Are you saying I look as old as your grandma?”
His eyes widen. “No, I—”
“You don’t think I’m hot or young enough for your club, do you?” Desperate, I play my last card—hysterical female. “You’re no spring chicken yourself.” I look him over. “And you’re definitely not a skinny Minnie. Yet you’re a man, so it’s okay.” I’ve heard enough rants from Azure on this subject to do it justice. “It’s acceptable. Well, I—”
“Look, ma’am.” Tyrice grabs my arm and moves me two steps away from the line. “You’re hot. Fuck. You’re smokin’.” His gaze lowers to my heaving chest. “All those lush curves and endless skin. Mmm… Mmm…” He smacks his lips and my face heats. “If I wasn’t working and you were willing, I’d bend you over and fuck you against the wall until you screamed my name. Then I’d fuck you some more. They’d be calling the cops, you’d be making so much noise.”
Holy shit. I stare at him.
“I’d tap that ass so hard, you’d be feeling my dick for weeks.” He cups himself. “Have you ever had a massive man like me in your back door, princess?”
I shake my head, speechless. I’ve never had anyone in my back door.
“Fuck. You’d be tight.” The doorman grins. “I could come in my pants thinking about those lush, white cheeks hugging my big dick.” He looks around us, signals to another large man dressed similarly to him. “Tell me you’re game and—”
“I have a boyfriend.” My voice is high and squeaky.
His smile fades. “And I’m working.” He waves his friend away. “If my job was to let smokin’ hot women into the club, I’d allow you to enter in a heartbeat. Hell, I’d buy you a drink and take you home at the end of the night. But that isn’t my job. My job is to ensure the white boys are happy.” He glances at the club kids in the line and his top lip curls. “Do you know what they like?”
I know what Edward likes. I open my mouth to tell him.
“They like blonde chicks so skinny they could snap them into two.” Tyrice doesn’t wait for my answer. “Little girls with poky hips and no ass to speak of. They must be good at giving head because they certainly aren’t built for fucking.” He mutters this last sentence. “My job is to let those types of girls and only those types into the club.”
“I’d only be a minute.” I try again. “No one would know.”
“My boss would know. He knows everything.”
“If I talked to your boss—”
“He’d ban you from the club for wasting his time and you’d never get in. Ever.” Tyrice folds his big arms in front of him. “Go to the back of the line or, better yet, go home.”
I mimic his stance. “I’m not going home.”
No one is as stubborn as I am.
The doorman’s jaw juts.
I stick my chin out and rise onto my toes.
He leans forward, looming over me. “You’re not getting into this—”
“She’s with me, Tyrice.” A warm hand grasps my hip and I jerk, surprised by the contact, by the deep male voice, by the jolt of energy zinging from the newcomer’s body to mine.
“I didn’t realize that, Mr. Sheridan, sir.” Tyrice straightens.
I glance upward and stare.
The man oozes sex appeal, from his form-fitting, black suit and gray, silk shirt to his brown-velvet eyes.
The ebony hair touching his collar begs to be touched, to be pulled during orgasm. He has shoulders wide enough to cling to yet stopping short of body-building meathead territory. His narrow hips would fit perfectly between a woman’s thighs.
The jagged, black tattoo on his neck screams ‘wild in bed’. The laugh lines fanning from his eyes hint at age and experience.
He’s no club kid, fumbling with bras and buttons. This man would fuck hard, wringing every ounce of pleasure from his lover, leaving her sexually sated and delirious with pleasure. Everything about him is designed for seduction.
Judging by Tyrice’s reaction, he’s also the boss, a man to be respected.
And he has his hand on my hip, his fingers spread wide, touching as much of my form as he possibly can. His body heat engulfs me.
“I’m sorry, sir.” Tyrice continues to apologize. “A boyfriend was mentioned, an Edward Langston. She said nothing about being with you.”
“That’s an oversight I must correct.” Mr. Sheridan flashes a smile, his teeth vividly white against his tanned skin and I suck in my breath. That handsome face is deadly to a woman’s composure.
Tyrice hustles to open the door for us. “I meant no offense, ma’am.”
His apology breaks the spell his boss has cast on me. What am I doing—gawking at a stranger? I have a boyfriend, a man who loves me.
“What I said earlier.” The doorman waves his hands. “About tapping your—”
“It’s forgotten.” I stop him from completing that embarrassing sentence. “It will never to be mentioned again.”
Tyrice heaves a sigh of relief. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“You two had an interesting conversation, I see,” Mr. Sheridan murmurs, his voice stroking along my neck, sending tremors down my spine.
He doesn’t ask for any details about the conversation I had with Tyrice. Thank God. I don’t want to repeat what the doorman had said.
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He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
On Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-and-done-1
July 7, 2016
Upcoming Releases
I thought I’d share what I have planned thus far for the rest of 2016.
July 19th
One And Done – Contemporary Erotic Romance
One And Done is a longer standalone story set in the same world as One Night With My Billionaire Master, The Good Assistant, and Seducing My Billionaire Boss.
We meet Jenella briefly in Seducing My Billionaire Boss.
He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
On Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-and-done-1
September
Chasing Mayhem – Cyborg Erotic Romance
We first meet Mayhem in Crash And Burn. He also makes an appearance in Defying Death.
Defying Death and Chasing Mayhem are sidequels (like Releasing Rage and Breathing Vapor). The two stories happen at the same time.
Here is the VERY rough, unedited blurb…
Wild. Free. Hers.
Mayhem has spent his lengthy lifespan obeying the Humanoid Alliance’s rules. Now that he’s finally free from their cruel control, the cyborg warrior plans to cause chaos. He infiltrates a remote settlement, provokes the savage locals until they want him dead, and allows himself to be captured by the sexiest little Retriever he has ever laid his mechanically-enhanced eyes on.
Imee’s sole mission in life is to keep her family alive. To do this, she must hunt rebels, returning them to the Humanoid Alliance’s evil clutches where they will be executed. She doesn’t allow herself to feel anything for her targets…until she meets a tall, muscular cyborg with wild hair and even wilder eyes.
With his sure hands, laughing lips and erotic holds, Mayhem makes Imee’s body sizzle and her resistance melt. Their love is doomed. She must deliver the warrior to his death or she’ll place her family’s safety at risk. But she can’t resist him.
Imee soon discovers that Mayhem, life and love are never predictable.
December
Jumping Barrel – Cyborg Erotic Romance
This will be a FREE cyborg short story (around 40 pages – the same length as Being Green) and will, hopefully, be available at all booksellers.
It will assume that you’ve read the series up to, at least, Crash And Burn. If you haven’t read that far, you won’t have met some of the secondary characters.
A Possible Release In November
I’m considering releasing the first story in my new SciFi Erotic Romance series in November. This series will be set in the same world as the cyborgs. You’ll meet the hero in Chasing Mayhem. It will be dark and sexy and violent. Yes. (grins) All the good stuff!
July 6, 2016
Why I Love Just Wright
I watched Just Wright for the gazillionth time this weekend. It’s one of my favorite RomComs, a feel good movie about a curvy physical therapist who falls in love with the hunky basketball player she’s helping to recover from a career-threatening injury.
Yes, it is a fantasy (why would a top basketball player listen to his jealous girlfriend and hire an unknown physical therapist?) but the characters, especially Leslie (played by Queen Latifah), spoke to me. I could relate to her. I felt her pain.
Leslie meets Scott, the hero before he’s injured (Scott is played by the yummy Common – who was very nice to me when I met him at the Consumer Electronics Show years ago). There’s immediate chemistry between them but she’s so accustomed to being the ‘friend’, the woman guys like but don’t lust after, she doesn’t take it seriously.
When Morgan (played by Paula Patton), her good looking, size nothing friend, goes after Scott and lands him, Leslie steps aside. She hasn’t known Scott for very long and she simply assumes she doesn’t have a chance with him.
Because that is what many of us curvy girls do. We assume that handsome, super fit, super nice guys want the more socially acceptable size nothing women (in the case of Scott and my Dear Wonderful Hubby, that isn’t true). And when we step aside, the men usually see this as a sign we’re not truly interested in them and they DO walk away.
Which is exactly what Scott does in this movie.
And Leslie merely shrugs her shoulders and moves on. I love that she isn’t the bitter perma-single curvy girl. She knows (what she believes is) her place in the world and she’s okay with that.
Leslie is also aware of her own worth. She knows she can get a man tomorrow. She is waiting for THE man, the man who will capture her heart.
And our girl has her own life to live. She has a house that she’s constantly fixing up, a job that she loves, and she’s a dedicated basketball fan. She doesn’t need Scott. She wants him. There’s a big difference between the two.
I thought the love triangle was handled well and semi-realistically. Scott made some frustrating choices but I understood why he made them. He maintained his nice guy status throughout those choices.
I loved how Leslie was devastated during the dark moment but she didn’t crumble. She went on with her life, focusing on her career. I cheered when she questioned the hero after he came to his senses. She doesn’t blindly forgive him.
There were some silly moments (her rolling in his bed) and some WTF moments (her job situation at the end of the movies – that is definitely a conflict) but, overall, I really enjoy this movie…which is why I watched it for the gazillionth time (grins).
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He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
On Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-and-done-1
July 5, 2016
Writing Romance – Showing Love
Note: In this post, for simplicity reasons, I’ll use couple to refer to the romantic relationship. Your ‘couple’ might be a threesome. It might be five women and one alien. The thinking should apply to all relationship constructs. I’ll also refer to a hero and a heroine. The same thinking can apply to two heroes in love or five vampires in love or any other combination/types of characters.
The sole ‘rule’ of writing romance is that the couple has a romantic happy ever after or a romantic happy for now at the end of the story. What this means is they’re in love and reading buddies believe this love is going to last.
Simply having the couple say “I love you” won’t achieve this. We’ve all said things we didn’t mean (like telling people we’re ‘fine’ when we feel like shit). We’ll all been lied to. The words aren’t enough.
Writers have to show love also.
This is reflective of reality.
“Dr. Albert Mehrabian, author of Silent Messages, conducted several studies on nonverbal communication. He found that 7% of any message is conveyed through words, 38% through certain vocal elements, and 55% through nonverbal elements (facial expressions, gestures, posture, etc).”
How To Show Love
There are internal sensations when you’re in that character’s point of view. The hero’s pulse races when the heroine is near. Her stomach flutters. She gets tingles when he touches her (this sometimes happens when the Dear Wonderful Hubby touches me). He loses his train of thought when she looks at him. She feels safe with him. Tension eases from his shoulders when she’s in the same room.
There are the physical actions. The hero brushes a strand of hair away from the heroine’s face. He lowers his voice when he talks to her. When she walks in the room, she captures his complete attention. He anticipates her needs, pulling out a chair before she sits, bringing her a cup of coffee, prepared the way she likes, when they have a meeting.
I usually get a good indication for how people feel about each other by how they stand or sit near each other. Couples in love naturally move or lean into each other. The hero rests his forehead against the heroine’s. The heroine leans back into the hero. The hero, in a crowded party, gradually drifts toward the heroine’s corner of the room.
The Transition From Hate To Love
The power of non-verbal communication is we can use it to show the gradual transition from indifference/hate (paired with lust) to love (ideally still paired with lust – grins). As the relationship progresses and the love builds, the non-verbal clues become more and more pronounced.
In Chasing Mayhem, Mayhem and Imee are adversaries. She’s a Retriever, a bounty hunter for the Humanoid Alliance. He’s her target. They physically fight. In the early scenes, Imee doesn’t pull her punches. She knees Mayhem in the groin, hard (Mayhem, being the wild cyborg he is, loves that she does this). As their relationship progresses, Imee plays nicer and nicer, choosing not to inflict pain on her cyborg.
Love In The Black Moment
We can also use non-verbal communication to show there’s still love in the midst of the black moment, the point in the story where everything goes wrong. This is especially important if our black moment is close to the end of the story. We want to show there’s some love left to be saved.
In One And Done, Smoke is extremely angry and upset with something Jenella has done. His actions, however, tell her (and readers) he still cares.
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I chatter about nonsense—my job, my childhood, my adventures with Azure. Smoke says nothing, driving stone-faced.
But he doesn’t turn on the radio, doesn’t try to drown me out.
And he leans slightly toward me.
He’s like Woofer. Both of them say more with their actions than their words. Both of them have been hurt badly.
Both of them need love.
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A Checklist I Use
To ensure I’m not relying on the words, I’ll often refer to The 5 Love Languages as a checklist when I revise my story. These are the five ways people usually give or receive love (and can be very helpful in our real relationships).
Has the hero said the words (Words Of Affirmation)?
This should, ideally, be “I love you”. Many readers won’t believe the hero feels the love unless these three words are spoken.
If that’s not possible (and sometimes it isn’t), it might be the hero’s equivalent, something he has never said to another being.
Has the hero done something for the heroine (Acts Of Service)?
This ‘something’ shouldn’t benefit him. His sole reason for doing it is to make the heroine happy.
For example, in Defying Death, Death carefully cuts Tifara’s nutrition bars into squares. This is an act of love for him.
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He had always loved her. She simply hadn’t seen it.
Tifara gazed at the squares Death sliced so diligently with his dagger. The Erinomean girl had offered him pieces of nutrition bars. That had been his first experience with love.
And now he offered them to her. He sheathed the dagger and slid the squares toward her. “Eat.”
“I love you too.” She tossed one into her mouth.
His eyes gleamed.
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Has the hero given the heroine a token of his love (Receiving Gifts)?
I love it when the token is something personal, unique, meaningful for the two of them. The billionaire hero gives his heroine a necklace he bought for her the weekend they met. He’d been holding onto it for years, waiting for her to be ready. Death’s gift of the nutrition bars is definitely a token of his love.
Has the hero chosen to spend time with the heroine (Quality Time)?
The workaholic hero takes the day off to hold his heroine’s hand as she visits her sick mom. The cyborg hero forgoes a mock battle to plant seedlings with his botanist heroine.
Has the hero touched the heroine in a loving way (Physical Touch)?
This is touching without the possibility of sex. The hero kisses the back of the heroine’s neck and then walks away. In the midst of reviewing a report, he picks up her hand and brushes it over his cheek.
It isn’t essential that all of the love languages are represented but the more that are present in the story, the more readers tend to believe in the happy ever after.
How have you shown the love in your stories?
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He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
On Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-and-done-1
July 4, 2016
Releasing Rage – “I was so hooked with Releasing Rage”
Woot!
Reading As My Therapy has reviewed the books to date in the cyborg series and loves it!
https://melissacl.wordpress.com/2016/06/21/cyborg-sizzle-series-by-cynthia-sax/
Here’s a snippet…
“The author wrote with such emotion that as a reader I was drawn in and couldn’t help but feel the pain in the scene. To me this is a great writer if the reader can get that involved with the storyline.”
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Defying Death
He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.
Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.
Even the human female he’s destined to love.
Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.
To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-defyingdeath-2001671-147.html
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/defying-death-cynthia-sax/1123562659
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/defying-death-2
July 3, 2016
One And Done – Fifth Scene
One And Done is releasing on July 19th (it is available for pre-order now) and I’m sharing the first two chapters of this 300 page plus contemporary erotic romance.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/06/06/one-and-done-first-scene/
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The taxi driver drops me off in front of a cube-shaped building. A spotlight illuminates the sign on its roof. Smoke. The name sounds familiar. This club must belong to one of Edward’s clients.
I study the structure. It’s situated on prime real estate. The property taxes must be hefty. The utilities bill would be high also.
The frosted windows are brightly lit, silhouettes of women appearing on the glass. There’s exactly one dancer per frame, perfectly placed.
That must be their job—to dance in windows. How were they chosen? Did they go to school for this?
I picture a stuffy tweed-garbed professor standing at the front of a classroom, droning on and on about the ideal speed to shake one’s ass and my lips twitch.
The training process, whatever it was, worked. The dancers are accomplishing their goal—to attract guests. A crowd circles the club. The line to get into the club stretches along the paved perimeter.
As I study the club goers, two scantily clad waifs wobble toward the biggest, broadest man I’ve ever seen. He’s imposing, as large as the door he’s guarding, his arms crossed, his feet braced apart.
I clasp my tin of cookies tighter, daunted by his size.
The girls either don’t have the sense to be intimidated or they don’t care. They giggle and smile, teetering on their high heels, one strong breeze away from falling over.
The doorman listens to their nonsense for a minute or two, his darkening expression hinting at his irritation. Just when I’m convinced he’ll deny them, sending their bony asses to the back of the line, he unclips the velvet rope, his bulging biceps straining the seams of his ill-fitting black blazer.
The doorman waves the girls into the building and refastens the velvet rope, acting as though he hasn’t seen the dozens of people standing in line along the sidewalk.
Groans rise from the club kids. And club kids is the right description. These infants are predominantly male and young, so damn young, their faces round and smooth, their bodies not yet filled out with muscle and time.
They smell of cheap cologne and desperation, as though not getting into this club tonight will result in a lifetime alone. I remember that feeling, only too well.
Thank God, I have Edward now. I no longer have to worry about hooking up, no longer have to sift through hundreds of would-be players to find one worthy man. I’ve already met the love of my life, the future father of my children.
Eager to see that wonderful man, I stride to the front of the line.
“Uh-oh Dave, your mom is here,” one of the club kids yells. His sneer makes him appear more cute than fierce.
I doubt he’s legal. He looks like he’s ten, not the required nineteen.
“Fuck you,” a pretty blond child cusses. The two jostle each other, jabbing stomachs with elbows.
I ignore them and their insults. Edward loves me the way I am. His opinion is all that matters.
“Good evening.” I smile at the doorman. His grumpy expression doesn’t change. “I’m meeting my boyfriend, Edward Langston. He’s already inside.” I step forward.
The doorman shifts to the left, blocking me. “The line is to your right, ma’am.”
I glance over my shoulder. I’m not waiting in line. That could take hours.
“I’ll call him.” I dig my phone out of my pocket. “He’ll come and get me.”
“If he leaves the building, I can’t allow him back inside.”
“What?” I stare at the doorman.
“Those are the rules, ma’am.” The big man shrugs. “No re-entry.”
“You don’t understand.” He mustn’t or he’d let me in. “Edward is here for business. He’s a lawyer.”
“I don’t care if he’s the Queen of England.” The doorman sounds as exasperated as I feel. “He won’t be allowed back into the club. Join the end of the line. We’re at capacity.”
I glance at the line. There are wrappers from Bob’s Burger Barn and disposable cups from trendy coffee shops scattered around the club kids’ feet. They’ve been waiting for a while.
I don’t have time for this. “I—”
“Join the end of the line, ma’am.” The doorman gestures in that direction.
“Moove along, lady,” Dave, the club kid, yells, setting off a wave of moos and increasingly ignorant comments.
The doorman is doing the world a favor, not allowing these creatures to breed.
I’m thankful once again that I have Edward, a man who appreciates me, who sees past my dress size. I don’t belong in this club.
As though the universe wishes to drive this realization home, a trio of bleary-eyed size-nothing blondes approach us. “Hi, Tyrice.” The head blonde waves at the bodyguard. “Is it bring-your-mom-to-work day?” The other girls giggle.
Was I ever that young?
Or thin?
Or stupid?
Tyrice the doorman and I are on the opposite sides of the skin tone spectrum. He’s as dark as I am pale. Either she’s assuming Tyrice is adopted or she’s as dumb as she appears.
The man grunts and lets the idiotic trio through the door. The kids waiting in line express their unhappiness. My gaze follows the girls’ scrawny frames.
Calling their outfits lingerie would be greatly overstating the amount of fabric used. Their skirts are so short I see the folds under their ass cheeks.
I’m wearing my long coat.
I’m the idiot. Of course, Tyrice won’t allow me into the club. He doesn’t think I’m suitably dressed. I shrug out of the coat and fold it over one arm.
“Put it back on,” one of the club kids yells.
“She’s blinded me.”
I disregard the rude comments, keeping my attention on Tyrice. The doorman’s gaze sweeps over me.
Is that a glint of approval I see in his eyes?
“Is this better?” I beam at him, trying to ignore the fact that I’m standing on a sidewalk in downtown Toronto wearing a babydoll, boy shorts and heels.
“That’s much better.” His voice deepens. “But I still can’t let you in, ma’am.”
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He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
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July 2, 2016
Releasing Rage-Feedback That Made Me Cry
I write my stories for me. Writing is part of who I am as a person. I can’t not write.
I publish the stories I think other people might enjoy reading. I’m hoping these stories will make readers laugh or cry and I’m thrilled when I hear from readers that my stories have done that.
Once in a while, this feedback will make me cry. That was the case with Jolie Mason’s post about Releasing Rage.
Here is a snippet…
“Occasionally, when I determine that my anxiety is interfering with my life, if it’s making me avoid something I would normally love, I will sometimes employ something called exposure therapy. Books are an excellent way to do this for me, simply because I can put them down. I’m not out in a crowded place or stuck in a situation. I can put it down, and come back when I’m stronger.
Releasing Rage has rape. It has an abuse theme. Yes, but I found something more in the pages. Something healing.”
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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?
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Defying Death Featured In Sci-Fi Romance Quarterly
Woot! Defying Death was featured in Sci-Fi Romance Quarterly!
http://www.scifiromancequarterly.org/2016/07/new-releases/
There are some other awesome SciFi Romance stories on the list if you’re looking for a story to read this long weekend!
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Defying Death
He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.
Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.
Even the human female he’s destined to love.
Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.
To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Defying-Death-Cyborg-Sizzle-Book-ebook/dp/B01D6OUQS2/
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-defyingdeath-2001671-147.html
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/defying-death-cynthia-sax/1123562659
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/defying-death-2
June 28, 2016
How To Deal With Hate Mail
Note: I’m not a security professional. I’m also not a lawyer. This is my experience and my opinion only. If you receive a threatening message, contact the police immediately. Do NOT respond to that message. Do NOT engage the person sending the message.
I thought long and hard before writing this post. I’m usually happy-happy on this blog. I also know that talking about this problem will likely bring me to the attention of the unwell people causing this problem.
But recently I’ve seen posts shaming hate mail senders, posts about interacting (in a humorous way) with online scammers and creepers and it makes me nervous. The folks sending hate mails or creepy messages are either professional criminals or mentally unwell. Neither of these groups responds well to being mocked.
Why We Should Treat This Shit Seriously
Back in the early days of blogging, a buddy of mine was one of the few women posting in the very male-dominated business blogosphere. Many men liked that she was blogging. They supported her, cheered for her. Some men hated it. They wanted to hurt her blog. A few men, one in particular, hated not only her blog but my blogging buddy. They wanted to hurt her.
One hater sent her increasingly threatening and increasingly personal emails. He would show up, using different identities, at all of her online events. He knew things about her that she hadn’t posted. We refer to this now as online stalking.
My blogging buddy was worried. She mentioned it to some of her fellow bloggers. They told her that all bloggers have some unwell people following them, that it comes with the role, with being high profile. What they forgot to tell her was she should have been worried. She should have been taking precautions.
One night, she returned home after a meeting. The hater was waiting for her with a knife. He hurt her in all of the ways a man can hurt a woman. She survived. Barely. He went to jail. My blogging buddy was never the same. She moved. She changed her name. She stopped blogging. To this day, she doesn’t have an online presence (and I’m respecting that decision by not mentioning her name or the blog she once owned).
It Couldn’t Happen To Me
But-but-but, you say, I’m a baby writer/blogger/reviewer. No one knows I’m alive.
When I started my business blog (under another pen name), my first readers were women-hating men. When my first short story was published (Dragon Lord’s Mate), I attracted an unwell reader, a woman who regularly sent me hate mail.
If you’re online, you could attract one of these scary stalkers. If you’re a writer/blogger/reviewer, it increases your chances of being their target.
An Ounce Of Prevention
In an ideal world, we shouldn’t have to protect ourselves. We should be able to write or blog openly and feel safe doing so.
This isn’t the ideal world.
We can only control what WE do and what we can do is minimize the risks.
Consider…
- Using a pen name
- Using nicknames for your loved ones (like calling your hubby…well… hubby)
- Not posting your physical address. Instead, use a P.O. Box or your agent’s address or your publisher’s address (many publishers are fine with this)
- Not posting photos of your house
- Not posting other personal details like where you’re vacationing or where you work or where your kids go to school
- Saying ‘no’ to requests for personal information. I don’t share my photo or my address, two pieces of personal information many writing gurus say are musts to share. Most readers, reviewers, bloggers understand. They want to keep writers safe also.
This will not only make the personal information more difficult for a scary stalker to track down but it will tell you when threatening messages reach the ‘get your ass to a police station immediately and insist the police officers act on the threat’ level.
If your scary stalker mentions something you didn’t talk about on social media, he/she isn’t merely talking scary stuff, he/she is taking action. He/she is hunting you. You should take action also.
Hating Your Book vs Hating You
There’s a big difference between a reader hating your book and a reader hating you.
Hating Your Book
We’re writers. One of our goals is to inspire fierce emotion in readers. We’d prefer that this fierce emotion is love but sometimes it will be hate. Every story, even the much loved classics, have haters.
If you attract enough readers, some of them will send you messages about how much they loved your recent release and some of them will send you messages about how much they hated your recent release. These messages and the reader’s love/hate should be centered around your book and/or your characters, not you.
Many writers recommend not engaging these readers. I usually respond with a message like “Thank you for reading (my title). I’m sorry (my title) disappointed you. Every book I write, every character I explore is different. I hope you’ll like (my next release).” I don’t try to change the reader’s mind because I won’t. Her view of the book is set. Her view of me as a writer and as a person isn’t.
Note: If any of these messages make you feel unsafe in any way, contact the police. This includes love mail as well as hate mail.
Hating You
When the hate mail turns personal, don’t hesitate—Contact the police. If the sender talks about doing harm to you or to your loved ones or he/she mentions anything personal that you haven’t shared online, go to the police. Don’t mess around with this. Walk your ass into a police station.
Taking Action
If you feel unsafe, contact the police and explain what is going on. If your scary stalker knows personal things about you that he/she shouldn’t, stress that it is serious. Insist that the police take action. This is an extremely dangerous situation.
You should NOT take action on your own. I’ve spoken with many police officers over the years. One recommendation that remains constant and is stressed is NOT TO ENGAGE the scary stalker. Do NOT respond, in ANY way. That means no posting the message on Facebook, no public shaming (Even if the name of the sender is hidden or deleted, he/she is stalking you. He/she WILL see it.), no mocking the stalker.
What Readers Can Do
If your favorite writer/reviewer/blogger has a person hanging around them (online or physically) that you feel uncomfortable about, contact them. Ask them if they know the person.
If that favorite writer/reviewer/blogger is scared, recommend that she/he contact the police. Do NOT take action on your own. Do NOT engage the scary stalker. Do NOT share posts about the scary stalker. This will only make the situation worse.
Understand if your writing/reviewing/blogging buddy doesn’t wish to share her/his more personal information (an example would be giving you their address so you can send a holiday card to them). It is easy for a scary stalker to pretend to be you online and get the information through your friendship. Don’t give him/her that power.
The Good News
There is good news.
Most people who send hate mail don’t progress past that step. I receive at least one angry email a day and I haven’t been physically confronted by any of those senders. I still take each one seriously as you should but I’m not hiding out in an underground bunker.
The police are better trained to deal with these situations. They take hate mail seriously and they often have some great advice on how to handle it.
And the scary stalkers are the exception. Most of the folks in Romanceland are kind, supportive, wonderful people. They believe in love and optimism and hope. These are the readers we write for, the readers we should focus on.
Be safe!
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He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
On Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-and-done-1
June 26, 2016
One And Done – Fourth Scene
One And Done is releasing on July 19th (it is available for pre-order now) and I’m sharing the first two chapters of this 300 page plus contemporary erotic romance.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/06/06/one-and-done-first-scene/
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Chapter Two
The next subway station—Osgoode—is mine. I exit, thankfully, alone. The flasher, my new friend, doesn’t follow me. I guess exposing himself along a street lined with law firms and a courthouse is too brazen even for him.
I stride to the building Edward works in, push my way though the glass revolving doors and enter the lobby. The space smells of bleach, the white tiled floor gleaming.
“Watch your step, Miss Jenelly.” Craig, the nighttime security guard, calls out from his post behind the reception desk. “The floor’s still wet.”
“I w—” I skid and flail my arms in the air, barely keeping upright. “I will.” I regain my footing and smile, feeling like an idiot. “Thank you.”
“You’re a hoot.” Craig laughs, his belly, encased in a tight gray uniform, jiggling. “I haven’t seen you in a while. I thought you were avoiding me.”
“Why would you think that?” I open the tin and offer him a cookie.
Craig peruses the selection and chooses the largest one. “Mr. Langston has been meeting you outside the office all this week.” He bites into the cookie, chews. “Usually you come in and say hello to me.”
I frown. “Edward has been working late all this week.” Hasn’t he? Doubt flickers inside me, which is ridiculous because Edward has never lied to me. “That’s why I’m here.” I close the cookie tin. “I want to surprise him.”
It’s Craig’s turn to frown. “But you saw him at dinner.”
“At dinner?” We haven’t eaten dinner together in months.
“Yeah.” The security guard’s forehead furrows. “I overheard Mr. Langston tell Mr. Barron, one of the partners, that he was meeting you for dinner at Paros. That’s a nice place.”
Paros is a nice place, the type of restaurant a lawyer wanting to impress clients would eat at. I relax. “He must have been meeting with a client.”
The lines on Craig’s face deepen. “He specifically said he was treating his woman to a romantic dinner for two.”
Many people walk through the law firm’s doors. Craig must have mixed up his conversations. I decide to be the bigger person, literally, and drop the issue. “Has Edward returned from that dinner?”
“Not yet.” The security guard pops the last piece of cookie into his mouth. “Are you certain he wasn’t meeting with you?”
Would I be here if he had met with me? “I’m certain.” I suppress my irritation. It’s not the security guard’s fault I’ve misplaced my boyfriend.
I’ve misplaced my boyfriend. This gives me an idea.
I dig my phone out of my pocket and select the tracker app. A year ago, after Edward lost his phone for the fifth time in five days, he gave me permission to trace its whereabouts.
The results are instant, an address appearing on the screen. His phone is currently at 240 Adelaide Street West, in the heart of the entertainment district. The last of my foolish fears fade. Some of Edward’s newest clients own bars and restaurants. He must be visiting the locations for work. Perhaps he’s doing research.
I could assist with this research. For the last nine years, I’ve worked for Powers Corporation, a Toronto real estate company. I’ll share my insights on real estate prices, utilities, property taxes, and other related expenses, prove to him once again that we make a great team, that I can help his career.
Then I’ll ditch the coat and show him I can please him in other ways. I smile. The sexual tension inside me will dissipate. He’ll fall even deeper in love with me, commit to me, to us, completely.
I glance down at my ringless left hand. This could prompt him to propose, to make our relationship even more permanent. We’ll be one step closer to having that big family I dream of, a love-filled buffer against an often tumultuous world.
“Craig?”
“Yes, Miss Jenelly?”
“Could you call me a cab?”
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He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
On Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-and-done-1
