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The Cyborg Guardians series doesn’t begin with the men you meet in the books.
It begins with a war—a brutal 90-year conflict that shaped the world they would one day inherit.

Daken Rowe fought that entire war.
Steele Nova and Raven Blackwood did not.
They remained in stasis, engineered but not awakened, until the fighting ended and Vyken Dark returned to Earth.

What follows is the arc these three men create together.

Steele Nova — The First Awakening

Steele is part of the first new wave of cyborgs awakened after the war.
He steps into a world struggling to rebuild and must learn humanity from scratch—not through combat, but through connection.

His story is about:

• discovering choice after a lifetime of programming
• becoming more than what he was designed to be
• learning the cost of protecting with restraint, not force

Steele’s awakening becomes the spark that defines the new Guardians.

Raven Blackwood — The Man Who Tests the Boundaries

Raven awakens alongside Steele, trained under Daken Rowe but shaped by a different temperament. He understands discipline perfectly—until he meets the one person who changes everything.

His story is about:

• breaking rules for the right reasons
• the emotional fracture that comes with caring
• how one choice can ripple through a team

He becomes the Guardian who proves that loyalty is more complex than programming ever accounted for.

Daken Rowe — The Veteran Who Returned Home

Daken is the bridge between the old world and the one being rebuilt.

He:

• fought the Interstellar War for ninety years
• survived losses most men couldn’t endure
• came home with the weight of command still on his shoulders

He was sent to Gretchen in the Rockies to help Shadow Hawk train the newly awakened cyborgs—including Steele and Raven.
He shaped them.
He led them.
And eventually, he learned from them.

Daken’s story is about:

• leadership
• responsibility
• the cost of carrying others
• and what happens when a man who always walked ahead… allows someone to walk beside him.

Together, They Form the Spine of the Cyborg Guardians

Across these books, the deeper arc explores:

⭐ Awakening into humanity (Steele)
⭐ Testing the limits of choice (Raven)
⭐ Bearing the weight of leadership (Daken)

Each book stands alone.
Together, they create the foundation of the new era of cyborg protectors.

And Daken’s story is where those threads finally converge.

Book 3 of the Cyborg Guardian Series

I’m excited to finally share the official trailer for my upcoming sci-fi romance,
Daken Rowe: Cyborg Guardian.

This story has been living in my head—and my heart—for a long time.

Daken Rowe is a Guardian cyborg, built for war and programmed to protect.
Selene Kane is the leader of a hidden enclave in the Black Hills, holding her people together through grit, strategy, and sheer will.

When Daken is sent to defend Selene’s enclave, what begins as duty turns into something far more dangerous: belonging.

This is a story about:

• a battle-forged cyborg who learns how to stay
• a woman who leads without surrendering herself
• found family in the ruins of the old world
• and a bond that becomes the foundation for rebuilding something stronger than war

The trailer gives a first look at the book’s tone—quiet intensity, fierce loyalty, and a romance forged under pressure rather than convenience.

Read the first two Chapters HERE

Daken Rowe: Cyborg Guardian is now available for preorder.
Thank you for reading, watching, and supporting these stories. More teasers and excerpts are coming soon.

Preorder HERE

 

Koha’vek

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.

Koha’vek’s Story Begins

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.

To Be Continued…

I’m thrilled to finally share that Raven Blackwood: Cyborg Guardian is now available for preorder!

If you love steamy, fast-paced cyborg romances with heart, heat, and edge-of-your-seat action, this is the one you’ve been waiting for.

Raven Blackwood was built for war—silent, lethal, unstoppable. But when he meets Hannah Lawrence, the woman fate designed for him, everything changes.
Their connection is instant. Fierce. Physical. Unbreakable.

In a broken town where danger waits around every corner, Raven is ready to burn the world down to keep Hannah safe—and she’s just stubborn enough to fight right beside him. Their passion threatens to ignite faster than either of them can control, even as enemies close in from every side.

In Raven Blackwood: Cyborg Guardian, you’ll find:
🔥 A brooding, battle-hardened cyborg who falls hard
🔥 A heroine who knows her worth and fights for it
🔥 Instant, undeniable chemistry
🔥 Protective instincts, possessive love, and all the tension you crave
🔥 High-stakes rescues, found family, and rebellion against corruption
🔥 Passion that refuses to be tamed

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