I’m excited to share the brand-new cover for Surviving Zevus Mar, Book Three in the Aledan Series!
This story has always held a special place in my heart—it’s about survival, resilience, and love on a world scarred by war. Now it finally has a cover that reflects both the gritty struggle of Zevus Mar and the romantic heart of Hankura and Chelle’s journey.
💫 What Surviving Zevus Mar Is About
War left Zevus Mar in ruins. Scarred but unbroken, Hankura and Chelle fight to rebuild their lives and this world, even as scars from their captivity threaten to tear them apart.
Meanwhile, Orin Hart—a Tregan deserter—risks everything to protect a woman and child, seeking redemption among the very people he once served to destroy.
In the ashes of war, fragile bonds are tested. Can love and trust grow where hatred once thrived?
🌌 Why the New Cover Matters
The original cover didn’t fully capture the romance and survival themes at the core of this book. The new design shows exactly what Surviving Zevus Mar is: a sci-fi romance of survival, redemption, and love.
You’ll see Hankura and Chelle together, the scars of battle around them, and the hint of hope that defines their story.
📚 Read Surviving Zevus Mar Today
Whether you’re continuing the Aledan saga or diving in fresh, this book blends gritty survival with heart-driven romance.
Content Note:Surviving Zevus Mar contains themes of war, captivity, trauma recovery, discrimination, and survival struggles, including references to torture and child endangerment.
What if your soulmate was the one person the galaxy feared?
That question lies at the heart of the Aledan Series, a sweeping saga of fated mates, psionic power, and love that defies prejudice.
Meet Hankura & Chelle
Hankura was born an Aledan Psion—gifted with telepathy, empathy, and healing. Those gifts made him valuable… but also feared, distrusted, and even hated on his homeworld of Aledus, where psions live under the shadow of discrimination.
Chelle (Michelle) is an untrained telepath, vulnerable in a society that sees her powers as dangerous. When Hankura recognizes her as his destined mate, their bond ignites a journey that will test them against family rejection, oppressive laws, and a galaxy built to keep psions in the shadows.
Their story begins inThe Aledan Psion, a novel filled with passion, pain, and the kind of love that refuses to break—even under the harshest fire.
More Than One Love Story
While Hankura and Chelle’s romance is the heart of the saga, the Aledan Series expands far beyond one couple.
In Oltarin, Book Two, the narrative widens to include a parallel love story: Brandt McKell and Jaecyn Rode, whose bond defies generations of bitter clan rivalry. Their choices spark a new struggle between love and legacy, weaving into the larger conflict facing psions across the stars.
Two couples. Two battles for survival. And one series that asks: Can love truly conquer hate when the galaxy itself is stacked against you?
✨ “The feels were amazing. I truly believe their love.” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ✨ “Love will conquer hate… a tale of love, hate, deceit and prejudice.” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ✨ “Great read! I can’t wait to see what’s on the horizon for Hankura & Chelle!” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
The reviews say it best: readers are falling in love with the characters, the emotional depth, and the fight for acceptance that echoes through every page.
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When I first wrote Vyken Dark, I was simply exploring an idea: what happens to the soldiers who survive a century-long interstellar war? What does life look like for warriors who were built to fight, but suddenly find themselves free to choose?
That book became the beginning of the Cyborg Awakening series. Vyken wasn’t just the first awakened cyborg—he was the first to carry Admiral Gregor’s dying wish: go back to Earth, rescue the cyborgs still in stasis, and rebuild a world that has fallen into ruin.
That mission has carried through every book since. Each cyborg story—whether it’s Axel Rex dragging a stubborn survivor out of a demolition zone (and her cat), or Stalker Knight discovering his mate in the ashes of a warlord’s city—echoes the same struggle: they were made as weapons, but their true destiny is love, family, and rebuilding.
Now, with Koha’vek, the circle closes. We return to Earth with all the weight of those choices, all the threads woven through the Awakening, and the knowledge that humanity’s future depends on what comes next.
This series has always been about more than battles. It’s about men who have to learn how to be human again. About women who never expected a genetically matched mate to crash into their lives. And about love strong enough to create hope where there was none.
If you’ve walked with me from Vyken Dark to now—thank you. If you’re new, you can start at the beginning, or jump right in with Koha’vek and see how it all comes full circle.
Because even after a hundred years of war, there’s one truth the cyborgs can’t escape: love was always their greatest battle… and their greatest victory.
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If you love romance with strong heroes, epic world building, and the kind of emotional depth that sneaks up on you—welcome to the Cyborg Universe.
In my four interconnected series—Cyborg Awakenings, Cyborg Rangers, Cyborg Guardians, and A Cyborg for Christmas—you’ll find steamy, character-driven stories full of action, loyalty, and love.
But what makes these books so binge-worthy? It comes down to the tropes we can’t get enough of.
❤️🔥 Fated Mates
Each cyborg has one woman in the universe who is his perfect genetic match—and when they meet, it’s instinctive, undeniable, and often inconvenient. But once that connection sparks, nothing can keep them apart.
Built for battle. Programmed to love.
🤖 Emotionally Repressed Heroes
These men were forged for war. They don’t know how to flirt, but they know how to protect. Watching a stoic warrior stumble through his feelings and fall hard? Irresistible.
Earth has changed. Cities lie in ruins, gang lords and overlords rule the broken zones, and rebuilding civilization isn’t for the faint of heart. The cyborgs are stepping up to restore law, order, and maybe a little hope.
🤠 Sci-Fi Western Justice
Especially in the Cyborg Rangers series, you’ll find rugged, frontier-style romance with cyborg marshals bringing law to the wild west of a fallen America. Saddle up for shootouts, standoffs, and some serious steam.
💌 Found Family
Whether it’s a team of rangers, a group of guardians, or a couple carving out a life on a homestead, these stories are full of bonds that go beyond romance. Brotherhood. Loyalty. Healing together.
❄️ Holiday Romance with a High-Tech Twist
In A Cyborg for Christmas, even hardened warriors get swept up in first snowfalls, gift-giving disasters, and learning the meaning of mistletoe. These stories are tender, spicy, and heartwarming all at once.
Some cyborgs are learning to deal with powerful feelings for the first time—and that comes with surprises. Even when they’re genetically matched, love takes more than chemistry. It takes trust. Vulnerability. And sometimes, a good old-fashioned misunderstanding.
📚 Where to Start?
If you’re new to the universe, start with Vyken Dark from Cyborg Awakenings. Or dive into Blaze Savage’s wild ride in Cyborg Rangers.
Every book stands alone, but once you read one… you might need them all.
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What if your child had the power to bend your will with a single thought?
That’s exactly what Hankura and Chelle face when their son Jamerin—already the strongest human psion alive—uses his powers as a child to stop them from sending his genetically bonded mate away. But power without control is dangerous, and the Wholaskan masters must intervene before he crosses a line he can’t come back from.
Years later, Jamerin is grown—and reunited with the girl he once couldn’t bear to lose. But while he may have mastered the Psion Code of Ethics, new threats emerge that will test everything he’s learned. Can love survive in a galaxy that still fears what psions can become?
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The cold didn’t bother me anymore. I’d gotten used to it in the months since I left the Mesaarkan base. I’ve spent a lot of time outdoors in the cold.
I moved through the forest with the silence of a predator. With each step, my heavy boots barely whispered against the pine-needle-covered Earth. It was late winter, and snow dusted the ground in thin layers, not deep enough to slow me down but enough to cover my trail behind me. I was glad for that because I knew hunters could still come looking for me.
Since I left my old life behind, the wilderness has become a sanctuary. The solitude has been good for my battered soul. Up here, deep in the ridges of the Medicine Bow mountain range. My routine of survival was honest and straightforward. I hunted mule deer and elk with a bow, and I only killed what I needed, but no more. The mountain streams were fresh and clear and I drank from any that I came upon.
Early in my wanderings, I found an abandoned mountain hideaway half buried under snow and vines. I rebuilt it stone by stone, log by log. Sometimes, the roof leaked during heavy storms, but I patched it the best I could. If I forgot to check the flue, the fireplace sent smoke into the living area. It was nowhere near as nice as my home on Mesaark, but it was mine.
I was on constant alert for anyone looking for me, but so far, no one seemed to be. Occasionally, patrols would fly overhead, and I would hide so they wouldn’t see me. My hearing is exceptional. I could hear them miles away and hide before they came close enough to spot me.
I don’t know whether I was surprised and disappointed that my people never came to look for me. I believe the patrols flying overhead were cyborgs looking for our base to find the missing people. I kept my weapons charged and stayed alert. These were habits I’d learned early in my military career, an occupation that was chosen for me against my will.
I still had my stolen flyer, but I dared not take it out from the old barn where I hid it in my house. I’d dare not take it out because it carried the greatest risk of being discovered by the wrong people.
I came to the edge of a clearing and stood crouched between the snow-covered cedars. The deer was still ahead, small, healthy, and alert. It sniffed the wind, its ears twitching.
I raise my bow, notched a narrow and true back the bow string, feeling my muscles tighten as I poised, waiting for the precise moment to launch the arrow.
Then the wind shifted. A new scent entered my nostrils. I knew that scent well. Human blood. It was coppery and fresh and my nostrils flared in recognition.
A twig snapped as I rose to my full height. The deer bolted at the sound as I turned toward the scent. By the strength, I could tell it wasn’t far. I followed the trail, dirt and snow slipping under my feet as I descended down a slope lined with jagged rocks and broken branches.
At the bottom lay a woman by a rock and a tree that apparently stopped to descent into the ravine. Her long, dark hair was tangled with dirt and leaves. Her clothes were torn and damp. Blood dripped on the snow from a gash on her temple. Her ankle looked swollen
I looked around her. She had no pack, no supplies, and I wondered how she even got here.
Note: Kohavek is the Mesaarkan deserter first introduced in Raven Blackwood Cyborg Guardian. This is a work in progress with a projected release later this summer. Kohavek is a monster romance.
Note: I introduced Koha’vek in my newest release, Raven Blackwood Cyborg Guardian. Here are the opening paragraphs of the work in progress:
Koha’vek Draal
The cries and screams echoed down the sterile halls of the research lab in the bowels of the Mesaarkan base, so many raw with panic and pain. I stood at my post, my claws tightening around the edge of the metal door frame, willing my body to stay still even as my soul twisted with revulsion. Another captive human was punished for some real or imagined infringement. My people crushed so many human spirits for infringements, long past, and thoroughly avenged.
I didn’t know the name of the young woman sobbing at the medical bay two doors down the corridor. I didn’t need to. I had new human captives to catalog, monitor their vitals, and administer injections designed to keep them compliant. My superiors called it mercy.
I called it what it was: slavery.
Turning away from the corridor, I scanned the dimly lit chamber. Rows of containment cells line the walls, each one housing a frightened human. Most of them were quiet now. Fear and despair had done what the sedatives had not. The stench of unwashed bodies, chemical restraint, and metallic despair hung in the air.
I never wanted to be here.
I was a historian once—before the draft, and before the war, and the aftermath when they sent me to Earth. I spent my youth studying ancient Mesaarkan architecture, collecting oral histories, and deciphering ancient codes etched into stone tablets. Now, I watched over broken humans with a scanner in one hand and a stun baton in the other.
A child whimpered in the cell next to me, and I glanced down. A small boy, no more than seven, pressed his hands against a transparent barrier, his eyes wide and hollow. Tears stained his cheeks. Perhaps he cried for his mother, who’d been ripped from him too soon.
“Go to sleep, little one. No one will hurt you while I’m here.” I spoke in the human tongue, though I knew there was little I could say to bring comfort.
Footsteps echo behind me, sharp, heavy, and imperious.
Subcommander Gar’hako stepped into view, his bulk barely contained by his uniform. “Draal,” he barked. “Why have you not finished sedating these test subjects?”
I rose slowly. “I have dosed the children, and I am checking their vitals.”
“That doesn’t explain why you’re behind.”
I clenched my jaw, knowing nothing I could say would appease him. “Because this is inhumane. They are suffering, if not physically, mentally.”
Gar’hako’s yellow eyes narrowed. “Their suffering is of no consequence after what their kind did to our kind. You dishonor your bloodline. A Draal does not question orders. These creatures are cargo.”
I didn’t flinch. “They are alive – thinking, feeling, sentient beings.”
Gar’hako stepped closer, his voice low and full of menace. He clearly had no respect for me, but in that, we were equal because I had no respect for him. “One more failure, Draal, and I’ll send you to the breeding labs on Shekhar Station. Let’s see how softer ideals are after watching a few mating experiments.”
My claws itched to extend. I wanted just to rip him apart, but my instinct for self-preservation allowed me to keep the impulse in check.
“Yes, Sub-Commander,” I said coldly.
Gar’hako grunted and strode away.
I stood still for a long moment after he disappeared, my chest heaving with restrained fury. I hated that man. He would have me executed if he knew what I was thinking, I realized. The scanner slightly shook in my hand before I set it down, forcing myself into a calmer state.
That was the moment I knew I finally had enough. I had waited, hoped, endured—but Gar’hako finally crossed the line. Everything about him and this place was wrong.
I would not stay here and watch another child’s spirit crushed or a human female used in ways I wished I could unsee. That night, I went back to my quarters after my shift and packed up everything I thought I might need to survive.