A cyborg with a mysterious and dangerous past.
A naive girl fleeing the dying farmlands to forge her own future.
Chance has fought his entire life, first for survival in the streets of Cyn City and later for money and prestige in the underground Cyborg Fight League. His fists and cybernetic arm have solved almost every problem he’s ever faced, except for love. After losing the love of his life, he never thought he’d find someone again.
Verity left behind everything she knows to start a new future in Cyn City. But her Ecovangalit upbringing left her unprepared for the hard realities of life amongst the criminals and cyborgs. When a dangerous cyborg with a bad reputation proves to be the only person she can trust, can she lower her walls enough to let him in?
As Verity finds herself in debt to the wrong kind of man who will sell her body as fast as he will sell her soul, Chance is the only one who can clear her ledger, but only if he'll fight in the Cyborg Underground Circuit again.
Is Chance strong enough to win the only fight that ever mattered?
Each book in the series is fully stand alone and can be read in any order.
Book One: Chance
Book Two: Enver
More To Be Announced!
Note to Readers: This science fiction cyborg dystopian romance series contains lots of action, alpha males, fierce women, and steamy romance. If you love bad boys who love as hard as they fight, then this series is for you! Guaranteed happily-ever-afters with no cliffhangers.
Give me a Chance!!!
WOW!!! Once again, I am blown away by Pearl's writing. Not only did the incredible imagery put me IN the story, but the soulmate-level love felt between Verity and Chance truly touched my heart.
I was also treated to a unique spin on the cyborg that I had never read before, and I absolutely loved that. I also met a cast of characters that I can't wait to read more about!
Verity really impressed me. She came from a very sheltered life and threw herself into Cyn City to escape. She could definitely take care of herself, but I like that she didn't always push Chance away, either. Because, let's be real, everyone needs a little help sometimes.
Chance was HOT. He suffered a huge betrayal by his ex-girlfriend which changed him forever. Dangerous, secretive, and yet chivalrous, protective, not afraid to share his feelings, he's like the perfect guy! And no, as the book teaser indicates, not all of him is made of metal.
These love scenes were SMOKIN'. But they were the type that weren't just physically hot; they deepened the connection between Verity and Chance, which made the scenes that much better.
I was so excited reading this book one. It was like being strapped in to a roller coaster. I know the ride is just getting started, and I can't wait to experience the thrill of the series!!!
WOW!!! Once again, I am blown away by Pearl's writing. Not only did the incredible imagery put me IN the story, but the soulmate-level love felt between Verity and Chance truly touched my heart.
I was also treated to a unique spin on the cyborg that I had never read before, and I absolutely loved that. I also met a cast of characters that I can't wait to read more about!
Verity really impressed me. She came from a very sheltered life and threw herself into Cyn City to escape. She could definitely take care of herself, but I like that she didn't always push Chance away, either. Because, let's be real, everyone needs a little help sometimes.
Chance was HOT. He suffered a huge betrayal by his ex-girlfriend which changed him forever. Dangerous, secretive, and yet chivalrous, protective, not afraid to share his feelings, he's like the perfect guy! And no, as the book teaser indicates, not all of him is made of metal.
These love scenes were SMOKIN'. But they were the type that weren't just physically hot; they deepened the connection between Verity and Chance, which made the scenes that much better.
I was so excited reading this book one. It was like being strapped in to a roller coaster. I know the ride is just getting started, and I can't wait to experience the thrill of the series!!!
Read how Verity and Chance met!
(This teaser was included in the end of Pearl's most recent book, The Draqon's Hero)
Verity
Verity unbuttoned the top clasp of her high-collared lace shirt and adjusted the shawl on her shoulders. She should have worn something else, something more like the other women walking around Cyn City’s streets, but she didn’t have anything like that, and she needed a job to buy new clothes.
She pushed open the heavy wooden door of the Ball & Joint, a bar her new landlord had told her was always looking for help. Apparently, it was the kind of place people fled as soon as they found something better. But her options weren’t just limited, they were nonexistent.
It was still early in the afternoon, and other than a few men sitting at the bar, the place was deserted. It smelled like vomit and mold, and Verity shook her head, her light brown hair dancing around her shoulders as she tried to dispel the scent. She’d have to find some essential oils to wear if she was going to work here.
Her lace-up heeled boots thumped on the concrete bar floor beneath her ankle-length dress, drawing the attention of the bartender. His gaze seared her skin such that she was incapable of not looking up to meet his eyes.
She stumbled and stopped breathing for a moment. He was gorgeous.
A mop of dirty blond hair sat on top of what had to be the most chiseled face she’d ever seen. It was right out of a history tablet video that the teachers had used in the compound. David or Michael, or one of the angels. His deep brown eyes sparkled with a golden light that deepened his beauty.
“You in the right place?” His baritone voice rang out, reminding her not to stare.
“Oh, yes, I’m … I’m here about interviewing for a job?”
“You’re here for a job, are you?” he mocked, wiping his hands on a towel. His hand. It was made of metal and shimmered in the dim light. The metal ran up his arm to gears and pistons, which controlled his movements, and disappeared under the sleeve of his t-shirt. This unbelievable man was a cyborg.
Verity gulped.
She’d never seen a cyborg before.
Were they really all sex-starved criminals who sold off their organs for whatever credits they could fetch? That was what the compound elders had told her and the other girls, but they’d lied about many things, much more important things than the intentions of cyborgs. Verity knew better than anyone that the elders weren’t to be trusted.
She stood straighter and forced herself to look him in the eyes. “Yes. About a job. Do you have one?”
He leaned against the bar and beckoned her closer with his silver fingers. “You don’t want a job here, sugar. This isn’t the place for a girl like you.”
“And what kind of girl is that, exactly?” Verity bristled. She was done being told what she could and couldn’t do. She was done being under anyone’s control. This stranger didn’t know her, and she certainly didn’t see why he should know what was best for her.
“A nice girl.” He raked his eyes over her clothes. “Look at you, all covered up. Hey, Jenkins,” he called to a man sitting at the bar. He looked over. His face was deeply scarred and his metal arm had rusted to a greenish color. “This the kind of girl you want working here?”
“Fuck no, not unless you show me them titties!” Jenkins laughed, showing off his missing front teeth. He looked like someone who’d had too much of Levi’s moonshine.
“I was told there was … other work here than that.” She lowered her voice. “Than … than stripping.”
The bartender nodded, and Jenkins returned to making love to his beer. “Waitresses keep their clothes on unless they have enough of a reason not to.” He chuckled at a joke Verity didn’t understand.
She kept her back straight as she tried to focus on his words and not on her nerves or the way his full lips moved as he spoke.
“That’s the job I want. A waitress. Thank you.”
“Ain’t up to me, sugar. You’re gonna have to talk to Garvan, but I’m telling you, this isn’t the place for you.”
“I’ll thank you not to assume you know me, Mr. …”
“Chance. Just Chance. Most folks only go by the name they answer to in the slums. Nothing formal about life down here in the lower city.” He leaned forward, the tight constraints of his fitted shirt stretching over broad chest. “And what’s your name?”
“Verity.”
Chance snorted. “Verity? Like truth? What kind of fucking name is that?”
“The kind I was born with.” She scowled at him but couldn’t help but be impressed that he knew what her name meant. Maybe everyone here wasn’t as uneducated and simple as she’d been told. She mentally chided herself for relying on what she’d been taught about Cyn City again. She was no better than anyone else here. They all had stories and secrets.
“Garvan’s downstairs. I’ll go grab him if you’re sure. But I’d hate to see a place like this change you. You’re positive you don’t want to go back to whichever place had you dressing like a homesteader?”
Verity approached the bar and pulled herself onto a stool. From here, she could see Chance clearly. His dark eyes had worry lines at the corners that made him look older. His smooth skin called out for her to touch him, but he exuded an energy that told her to keep her distance.
“Yes, I’m sure. Thank you for your concern.”
Chance nodded and knocked his metal knuckles on the bar twice before disappearing down at the end of the bar.
As she sat and waited, playing with the strap of her bag in her lap, she noticed Jenkins watching her.
“Can I help you?” She raised an eyebrow and stared right at him. A bold move that would have horrified the women from home, but everything she did was an affront to them, so why not be bold?
“Just curious ’bout cha’s all. You don’t know much of nothin’ ’bout how things are round here, does ya?”
“I’m afraid I’m just learning.”
“Well, learn this.” His eyes cleared as he met her gaze and said with as much clarity as she imagined he could muster, “Watch yourself around that one. He’s not someone you want to be messing with, you hear me? You watch yourself around Chance.”
A door swung open in the distance, and Jenkins sank back into his seat, looking into his beer as if he’d never said anything at all.
His words unnerved her. What could be so bad about a cyborg that some drunk felt the need to warn her? She pushed the thoughts from her mind as Chance walked over with an older, trim man with a coiffed mop of black hair. He smiled widely at her, revealing a few titanium-encrusted teeth.
She took a deep breath.
Showtime.
Verity unbuttoned the top clasp of her high-collared lace shirt and adjusted the shawl on her shoulders. She should have worn something else, something more like the other women walking around Cyn City’s streets, but she didn’t have anything like that, and she needed a job to buy new clothes.
She pushed open the heavy wooden door of the Ball & Joint, a bar her new landlord had told her was always looking for help. Apparently, it was the kind of place people fled as soon as they found something better. But her options weren’t just limited, they were nonexistent.
It was still early in the afternoon, and other than a few men sitting at the bar, the place was deserted. It smelled like vomit and mold, and Verity shook her head, her light brown hair dancing around her shoulders as she tried to dispel the scent. She’d have to find some essential oils to wear if she was going to work here.
Her lace-up heeled boots thumped on the concrete bar floor beneath her ankle-length dress, drawing the attention of the bartender. His gaze seared her skin such that she was incapable of not looking up to meet his eyes.
She stumbled and stopped breathing for a moment. He was gorgeous.
A mop of dirty blond hair sat on top of what had to be the most chiseled face she’d ever seen. It was right out of a history tablet video that the teachers had used in the compound. David or Michael, or one of the angels. His deep brown eyes sparkled with a golden light that deepened his beauty.
“You in the right place?” His baritone voice rang out, reminding her not to stare.
“Oh, yes, I’m … I’m here about interviewing for a job?”
“You’re here for a job, are you?” he mocked, wiping his hands on a towel. His hand. It was made of metal and shimmered in the dim light. The metal ran up his arm to gears and pistons, which controlled his movements, and disappeared under the sleeve of his t-shirt. This unbelievable man was a cyborg.
Verity gulped.
She’d never seen a cyborg before.
Were they really all sex-starved criminals who sold off their organs for whatever credits they could fetch? That was what the compound elders had told her and the other girls, but they’d lied about many things, much more important things than the intentions of cyborgs. Verity knew better than anyone that the elders weren’t to be trusted.
She stood straighter and forced herself to look him in the eyes. “Yes. About a job. Do you have one?”
He leaned against the bar and beckoned her closer with his silver fingers. “You don’t want a job here, sugar. This isn’t the place for a girl like you.”
“And what kind of girl is that, exactly?” Verity bristled. She was done being told what she could and couldn’t do. She was done being under anyone’s control. This stranger didn’t know her, and she certainly didn’t see why he should know what was best for her.
“A nice girl.” He raked his eyes over her clothes. “Look at you, all covered up. Hey, Jenkins,” he called to a man sitting at the bar. He looked over. His face was deeply scarred and his metal arm had rusted to a greenish color. “This the kind of girl you want working here?”
“Fuck no, not unless you show me them titties!” Jenkins laughed, showing off his missing front teeth. He looked like someone who’d had too much of Levi’s moonshine.
“I was told there was … other work here than that.” She lowered her voice. “Than … than stripping.”
The bartender nodded, and Jenkins returned to making love to his beer. “Waitresses keep their clothes on unless they have enough of a reason not to.” He chuckled at a joke Verity didn’t understand.
She kept her back straight as she tried to focus on his words and not on her nerves or the way his full lips moved as he spoke.
“That’s the job I want. A waitress. Thank you.”
“Ain’t up to me, sugar. You’re gonna have to talk to Garvan, but I’m telling you, this isn’t the place for you.”
“I’ll thank you not to assume you know me, Mr. …”
“Chance. Just Chance. Most folks only go by the name they answer to in the slums. Nothing formal about life down here in the lower city.” He leaned forward, the tight constraints of his fitted shirt stretching over broad chest. “And what’s your name?”
“Verity.”
Chance snorted. “Verity? Like truth? What kind of fucking name is that?”
“The kind I was born with.” She scowled at him but couldn’t help but be impressed that he knew what her name meant. Maybe everyone here wasn’t as uneducated and simple as she’d been told. She mentally chided herself for relying on what she’d been taught about Cyn City again. She was no better than anyone else here. They all had stories and secrets.
“Garvan’s downstairs. I’ll go grab him if you’re sure. But I’d hate to see a place like this change you. You’re positive you don’t want to go back to whichever place had you dressing like a homesteader?”
Verity approached the bar and pulled herself onto a stool. From here, she could see Chance clearly. His dark eyes had worry lines at the corners that made him look older. His smooth skin called out for her to touch him, but he exuded an energy that told her to keep her distance.
“Yes, I’m sure. Thank you for your concern.”
Chance nodded and knocked his metal knuckles on the bar twice before disappearing down at the end of the bar.
As she sat and waited, playing with the strap of her bag in her lap, she noticed Jenkins watching her.
“Can I help you?” She raised an eyebrow and stared right at him. A bold move that would have horrified the women from home, but everything she did was an affront to them, so why not be bold?
“Just curious ’bout cha’s all. You don’t know much of nothin’ ’bout how things are round here, does ya?”
“I’m afraid I’m just learning.”
“Well, learn this.” His eyes cleared as he met her gaze and said with as much clarity as she imagined he could muster, “Watch yourself around that one. He’s not someone you want to be messing with, you hear me? You watch yourself around Chance.”
A door swung open in the distance, and Jenkins sank back into his seat, looking into his beer as if he’d never said anything at all.
His words unnerved her. What could be so bad about a cyborg that some drunk felt the need to warn her? She pushed the thoughts from her mind as Chance walked over with an older, trim man with a coiffed mop of black hair. He smiled widely at her, revealing a few titanium-encrusted teeth.
She took a deep breath.
Showtime.
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He a charmed life in skycity
She’s got an attitude sharped in the Cyn City Slums.
Fresh out of the Cyn City Academy, Bryant is ready for a military career of ease and luxury. Even his smart-ass mouth can’t get him in too much trouble, all he has to do is flash those pearly whites and remind everyone he’s Commander Gideon’s nephew and he’s made in the shade. Besides, he’ll be off this rock and on Zynthar Space Station sooner than you can shake a tail feather.
Sage makes her living as a scrapper, stripping anything she can find for metal and bio-parts for a local cynker. When a hot-shot academy kid comes to see how the other half lives, she lures him away from the local bar, the Ball & Joint, intending to strip his hovercar, and maybe him, for parts.
What she finds beneath his cocky attitude though is worth more than all the titanium on Earth. But without the technology, metal, and biology she’s promised the cynker, Sage is going to have to make good somehow, even if it means donating herself.
This is gonna be an AWESOME series!
I'm just going to fangirl all over Pearl Foxx for a minute. She has an EXCEPTIONAL ability to use words to describe settings and emotions in unique ways. Sci-Fi seems to be the perfect arena to show off that skill. You will read about aliens and soul-deep love in a way you never have before. I am ECSTATIC I found her!
Anyway, this was a quick read but did a perfect job setting the dingy, desperate scene of Cyn City. I was introduced to it in the last book of the last series (The Draqon's Hero), but this one took it a step further, showing the contrast between those who live in Cyn and those who don't; the Haves and the Have Nots.
Bryant and Sage develop an instant connection, and holy cyborg, what he did for her at the end blew me away. I can't wait to see if I read about them again in subsequent books!!!
I'm just going to fangirl all over Pearl Foxx for a minute. She has an EXCEPTIONAL ability to use words to describe settings and emotions in unique ways. Sci-Fi seems to be the perfect arena to show off that skill. You will read about aliens and soul-deep love in a way you never have before. I am ECSTATIC I found her!
Anyway, this was a quick read but did a perfect job setting the dingy, desperate scene of Cyn City. I was introduced to it in the last book of the last series (The Draqon's Hero), but this one took it a step further, showing the contrast between those who live in Cyn and those who don't; the Haves and the Have Nots.
Bryant and Sage develop an instant connection, and holy cyborg, what he did for her at the end blew me away. I can't wait to see if I read about them again in subsequent books!!!
To be released May 1
An exiled girl searching for a place she can be herself.
Enver dedicated his life and body to the Trans Atlantic war, but when the battle ended, he was left to navigate Cyn City alone and haunted. He's made a life for himself as a medic for Cyborgs hurt on the Deluge and in the underground cyborg cage fights at the Ball & Joint. It's a lonely but useful existence until the maddening Imogen moves in, determined to break every rule.
Love got Imogen banished from her home. Her relationship with a local boy went against the Ecovangalit laws of arranged marriage and now she's landed in Cyn City living at a makeshift hospital for cyborgs and working as a nurse. The shining light of her days is tinkering with the machines she collects from the abandoned buildings in the deadlands. She has an uncanny ability to understand the intricate cybernetics of the patients in the ward. Why call a cynker when she can fix them herself? Little does she know the trouble she will cause.
Imogen after a month of spending most of her days with the enigmatic cyborg medic Enver who runs the Ward. But his erratic personality and hot and cold treatment leaves her with nothing but questions. When Imogen runs into the love she thought she'd lost forever, is her connection with Enver enough to keep her in Cyn City?
And can Enver open his heart and let himself feel ever again?
Each book in the series is fully stand alone and can be read in any order.
Book One: CHANCE
Book Two: ENVER
Book Three: MASON
Note to Readers: This science fiction cyborg dystopian romance series contains lots of action, alpha males, fierce women, and steamy romance. If you love bad boys who love as hard as they fight, then this series is for you! Guaranteed happily-ever-afters with no cliffhangers.
Pearl Foxx is the author of Science Fiction Romances with hot Alpha Males and surprising twists you will never want to stop reading. Join in the fun at www.PearlFoxx.com
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