Author: Cynthia Sax

Guest Post, Excerpt & Giveaway: Sinful Rewards 8 by Cynthia Sax

Posted March 3, 2015 by Sherri in Book Spotlight, Giveaways / 5 Comments

Sinful Rewards 8 – Cameos By Heroes Past
Cynthia Sax

I write about billionaire heroes, the filthy wealthy (they’re such dirty boys – grins) and the absolutely hunky. There are only 571 billionaires in the U.S (as per Wealth-X). They often attend the same parties, conventions, events. They talk. They get advice from each other. They do business together.

It makes sense that Nicolas Rainer, the billionaire hottie in Sinful Rewards, knows Gabriel Blaine, the reclusive billionaire in The Seen Trilogy (He Watches Me, He Touches Me, He Claims Me).

When I needed someone to vouch for Nicolas in Sinful Rewards 8, I could think of no one who was more trustworthy than Blaine. For both billionaires, their word is their bond and their honor is their most valuable possession.

Here is a tiny snippet of the scene…


“Keep me out of this, Rainer.” A tall man steps forward. He’s dressed similarly to Nicolas, in a dark suit, white shirt, dark tie, and he has the same aura of power. He isn’t as handsome as my billionaire, his edges too sharp to be beautiful.

More flashes light the concrete. Murmurs of Gabriel Blaine, billionaire, West Coast, swirl around us. I must be the only person here who doesn’t know Nicolas’s friend.

“Vouch for me and you can return to your hotel suite,” Nicolas demands. “See your wife and baby.”

Having Blaine appear in Sinful Rewards was wonderful for me as a writer. I was able to spend more time with this hero, catch up on what he’s been doing. I already know tiny details about him that I can add (the cigar in the club belongs to Blaine).

Don’t worry! If you haven’t read both stories, you’ll still be able to follow the scene. You don’t have to know Blaine to understand his role. He’s a billionaire and is asked to vouch for Nicolas, to put his reputation on the line.

But if you HAVE read both stories, you’ll understand the significance of his arrival. Blaine only associates with people he trusts. That he associates with Nicolas means our Sinful Rewards billionaire isn’t the bad man he tells everyone he is.

How do you feel about cameos of heroes/heroines past in current stories? Do you love them? Don’t notice them? Would rather meet new characters?


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Sinful Rewards 8
by Cynthia Sax
Series: Sinful Rewards #8
Genre: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Avon Red Impulse
Release Date: February 17th 2015
Format: EBook, 100 pages

Book Description:

Bee Carter is no longer torn between her handsome billionaire and her tattooed bad-boy biker. After enjoying mind-melting, world-tilting sex and experiencing the pleasure of waking in her man’s arms, she has finally made her choice.

Or has she?

A violent early morning confrontation pits biker against billionaire and results in a shocking proposal: the discarded man is willing to overlook Bee’s wild night with his rival in order to win her love. He will sacrifice his pride, his heart, and everything he holds dear to have her.

Bee is unmoved by the offer … until the man she’s chosen encourages her to accept.

Now Bee is yet again faced with an impossible decision: Does she pursue the man she craves, who has rejected her love, or does she settle for the man who will do anything for her?

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“Don’t leave the club until I get there,” Hawke answers on the second ring, sounding as unhappy as I feel.

“Will that be soon?” I sink into one of Nicolas’s guest chairs, the seat deliciously soft and welcoming, tempting me to stay in this office forever. “Because I don’t like it here,” I whisper, covering my lips with my hand.

“Did you see something that made you uncomfortable?” Hawke’s voice roughens.

“I can’t see anything at all,” I confess. “It must be supermodels-drink-free night. Everyone is abnormally tall.”

This doesn’t draw the expected chuckle. My military man is unnervingly serious. “Is that all?”

“No.” I prop my aching foot on the other guest chair. My beautiful Louboutins are scuffed. I rub the dirt off the black leather. “Someone stomped on my foot, the one with the damaged toenail. I’ll lose it for certain now, and then I won’t be able to wear sandals for the rest of the summer.”

There’s a pause and I realize what I’ve done. I’m whiny about losing toenails and he’s dealing with one of his life-threatening FUBAR situations.

“Are you safe?” I press the cool phone case against my heated skin. “Do you need help? I can borrow a laptop or tablet from Nicolas and look at surveillance footage for you.” I wouldn’t ever have to leave the office.

“Nicolas has done enough for one night.” Hawke is angry and I don’t know why. “You were the center of attention. Everyone was watching you.”

What the hell did Mack tell him?

“It wasn’t a sexy type of attention,” I explain. “They were judging Cyndi and me harshly. Angel made a scene. I tried to run, but Nicolas wouldn’t allow me to escape.” I take a deep breath, dreading my military man’s reaction to the rest of the story. “He offered me a billion dollars to have sex with him.”

“And you refused because you’re not that type of girl,” Hawke replies. He hasn’t called me love or sweetheart, not once during our conversation. I’m the person he’s furious with, and I don’t know how to fix us.

“That’s not why I refused.” I’m a pervert. If Hawke had offered me a billion dollars, I would have taken it, been his prostitute for the evening.

But we won’t ever play those kinky games. He doesn’t have any money to spare.

Hawke sighs. “I’ll get there as soon as I can, Belinda.” He ends the call without uttering another word.

I stare at the screen. Hawke didn’t tell me to call if I needed him.

Because he no longer cares.

About Cynthia Sax

Cynthia Sax lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.

Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.

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Review & Giveaway: Flashes of Me by Cynthia Sax

Posted February 20, 2014 by Sherri in Giveaways, Reviews / 4 Comments

Review & Giveaway: Flashes of Me by Cynthia Sax
Flashes of Me by Cynthia Sax
Genres: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Novella
Published by Avon Red on February 18th 2014
Format: eARC
Pages: 100
Source: Publisher

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Overall Rating:

Book Description:

Book Description:
Henley, the head of cyber security at Blaine Technologies, is a man no one crosses. He watches employees constantly, using his network of cameras, and enforces his rules by any means possible. Rumors of his violent past, along with his scarred hands and huge size, have resulted in his being feared by everyone … almost everyone.

Katalina, the new intern, worries about the revelation of her most painful secret much more than she fears her sexy boss's wrath. She sees the loneliness in his dark eyes, feels the gentleness in his marred fingers, tastes the need in his kisses … and she knows he watches her. His silly rules about not stripping for the cameras and no sex at the office are destined to be broken.

Kat likes to be watched. Henley can't look away. Will this beauty be able to tame her beastly boss?

Sherri’s Review:
This was my first introduction to Cynthia Sax and I’m guessing it will not be my last.  This is one erotically hot book that does not disappoint on pushing boundaries while developing a relationship that is perfect for the hero and heroine.

Kat is instantly drawn to Henley when they run into each other at a coffee shop.  When she finds herself with him later she pushes all his buttons and shows him exactly how much she wants him.  Kat is truly an exhibitionist and Henley loves to watch, but the secrets these two have could draw them closer or push them farther apart.

The sparks between these characters all but leaped off the pages of my e-reader.  I fell in love with Henley on the spot; how could I not fall for a huge, scarred, protective giant that only wants to care for everyone?  Kat was  more of a challenge for me, as her character is probably the furthest thing from what I am.  Throughout the book I found myself struggling with her increasing need to exhibit herself to the world and her obsession for Henley. At times I felt she was too needy and insecure and I squirmed in a different way then I did during the sex scenes.  I was constantly screaming “boundaries Kat, boundaires” and wondering how many ways and times Kat could display herself to the entire security team that Henley supervised.  I had to admire her single mindedness and confidence;  I just don’t know if I could relate.  Although I struggled with Kat, I was pleased to learn of her family struggle and could only imagine how that affected her and was perhaps the cause of her deep need to be displayed and loved.

Overall, Flashes of Me is a short, steamy, sexy story that manages all the elements of a well written story: suspense, secrets, and romance, while including super hot scenes that will have you seeking out your favorite honey.  A great introduction to Cynthia Sax’s work for those of us that are not familiar with her.


“I think we’re on the quiet floor,” I observe. No one else is talking.

Camille’s walk is defiant. “We’ll change that.” She pauses in front of the stairwell. “Stairs?”

“Ummm . . .” I thought the human resources lady said something about the stairwells being for emergency use only, but I hadn’t been paying close attention to her monotonous spiel. I was too worried about not being chosen. “Sure.”

We clomp down the stairs, our heels ringing against the concrete. The supremely clean and brightly lit stairwell smells of stinky socks, the stale air making me dizzy. Camille appears unaffected by the stench. As we descend, she sings happily, her song choices being a collection of increasingly vulgar hip-hop songs.

We reach the second floor and Camille tugs on the door. It doesn’t open. She scans her passcard over a small black security box. The light remains red. “S**t on a stick.” She scans it again. Nothing happens. “Unbelievable,” she fumes.

“Let me try.” I wave my passcard over the sensor. The light remains red and Camille curses. Her vocabulary makes me blush and, as I’m a native New Yorker, that’s an impressive feat for her to accomplish. “We’ll try the ground floor,” I suggest.

We trudge down to the ground floor. This door is locked also. Camille tries her passcard. It doesn’t work, prompting another stream of colorful language from my new friend. I try my passcard. It’s as useless as Camille’s.

“We’re stuck.” I state the obvious, slapping the metal door, ignoring Camille’s ranting. “Do you have a phone?”

“Do I look like I have a phone?” Camille pivots in a circle, her arms outstretched. “Besides we’re in freakin’ Fort Knox.” She pats one of the walls. “These babies must be shielded to hell and back.”

“The doors are thick also.” I slap the metal door again, my palm stinging with the impact. “Hey.” I gaze upward. “They have cameras.” I point at the black lens positioned above us. “Security must be monitoring the stairwells.” I wave my arms at the camera. “They’ll send help.”

“If they’re real cameras, they’ll send help,” Camille scoffs. “Didn’t you hear about that girl in Westwood? She was trapped in a stairwell for four whole days. That stairwell had cameras too: fake cameras, installed to discourage thieves. She ate her fingernails down to bloody nubs.”

“Four days,” I repeat, staring up at the camera. It looks real, but I guess that’s the point. Fake-looking cameras wouldn’t fool thieves. “We could pull the fire alarm.”

“If we do that, we’ll get ourselves fired.” Camille shakes her head. “They’ll evacuate the building and we’ll look like dumb a****. Oh.” Her face becomes animated. “I could pick the lock.”

I stare at her. “Can you do that?”

“I’ve picked locks before.” She beams, acting as though this is a skill to be admired. “Let me have a look.” Camille shoves me out of the way. She examines the door, rattling the handle and poking her fingernail into the lock. “Do you have a piece of wire?”

The only piece of wire I have is attached to my bra. “Wait a second.” I unbutton my blazer for the second time today, unhook my bra, and pull it through the armholes. Jiggling the underwire, I try to poke it through the fabric. “I need scissors.”

“If we had scissors, I could jimmy the door open.” Camille eyes the lock. “And our problems would be solved.”

“You scare me.” I bite my bra, tearing the lace, and slide the wire out of the cup. “Here’s your pick, as I believe you criminals call it.”

“A few minor misdemeanors does not make one a criminal,” Camille mutters, taking the wire from me.

“Actually, I believe it does.” I sit down on the steps, the concrete cool under my ass.

“I freed information.” Camille straightens the wire and inserts the end into the lock. “This is America. Freeing information shouldn’t be a misdemeanor.”

“Sure, sure, tell it to the judge.” I watch her work, hoping to learn something.

Minutes pass. I don’t know anything about picking locks, but I do know how to read people and Camille is struggling with her assigned task, her curses growing louder and more colorful.

“Are you sure you’ve done this before?” I lean back on the stairs, spinning my bra around the tip of my right index finger. This is much more interesting than shredding paper.

“I’m not deliberately screwing the pooch,” Camille snaps. “This is a high-end lock.”

“Thank you,” a deep voice drawls, the low tones originating from behind me. “We try our best.”

I shriek, jump to my feet, and turn, dropping my bra. The behemoth from the park catches the lavender lace before it touches the floor, twisting the flimsy garment in his tanned fingers. Lightning flashes in his dark eyes. His square chin juts.

He’s big and sexy and impossible to resist so I don’t even try. I fling myself against his massive body, wrap my arms around his waist, and bury my face in his black cotton shirt. “You’re here. You somehow knew we needed help and you came to our rescue.” He’s warm, his body heat engulfing me, and he smells good, his lemon-and-cedar cologne filling my nostrils.

My mystery man stiffens, not moving for three agonizing heartbeats, and then he stuffs my bra into the front right pocket of his pants and hooks his arms around me. “I’ve got you, kitten,” he says softly, the words rolling up his chest, his body hard, not an ounce of give on his big physique. “You’re safe.” He rubs my back, his stroking reviving the passion I thought sated.

“You knew where to find me.” I snuggle deeper into his enormous form. “It’s as though we’re connected.” My parents have this same connection and their relationship lasted. Will our relationship last also? I tilt my head back and meet my stranger’s gaze. His eyes are the darkest brown, almost black. “How did you know where I was? Did you feel it in your heart?” I place one of my palms over that area on his chest.

“No.” His lips flatten. “I saw you on the security cameras.”

About Cynthia Sax

Cynthia Sax lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.

Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.

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Guest Post & Giveaway: The Seen Trilogy by Cynthia Sax

Posted July 12, 2013 by Sherri in Author Spotlight, Giveaways, Reviews / 18 Comments
Guest Post & Giveaway: The Seen Trilogy by Cynthia Sax

(click on the banner for the full tour scheduled organized by Tasty Book Tours) Today’s our stop on The Seen Trilogy blog tour! Today Cynthia is talking about new beginnings. Also the giveaway is located at the bottom (good luck!). [hr] New Beginnings by Cynthia Sax  Anna, the not-so-innocent-yet-virginal heroine of He Watches Me, grew up in Detroit. She loves Detroit. It has and always will have a special place in her heart. It is her hometown, part of her childhood. Unfortunately, when her father loses his job, he makes a very bad decision, a decision covered by TV and newspaper reporters, a decision that destroys her entire family’s reputation. Everyone in Detroit knows what he did. They know Anna is his daughter. They judge her often before they meet her. Anna knows she will never escape this decision, not while living in Detroit. She packs all of her meager belongings […]