Liberation Origins

A Science Fiction Romance

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Part of the Robotics Faction - Origins series:

An empress who must marry for duty. A race pilot who breaks all the rules. Their forbidden passion could cost everything.

Emprezia is betrothed to one of the most powerful men in the Antiata conglomerate. Marrying him will bring her one step closer to the coveted Star Chamber seat -- and power over the deadly rivals threatening her family. Despite how close she is to securing their future, she can't deny the tug of her heart for the ones she had to leave behind.

Then she meets Kaolin.

As a no-name shuttle pilot and close friend of her fiance, he should be off limits. But the passion he evokes with his steady dark gaze and skillful hands cannot be denied. When her rivals strike, Kaolin is the one who protects her. Now she has to make a choice.

Choosing Kaolin will destroy her family. But not choosing him will destroy her very soul.

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Emprezia's young son is Aris (Liberation's Vow). She and Kaolin are the future parents of Cressida (Liberation's Kiss) and Mercury (Liberation's Desire).

This story also introduces Domingo and Valorious, the couple who must overcome past prejudices to reach their happy ending in Liberation's Passion.


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Liberation’s Mystery

A Science Fiction Romance

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ISBN: 978-1-943110-04-9
Pages: 45

Brielle craves excitement. Data entry doesn't exactly light up her nights, although her secretive new coworker Kristof's hard body is beginning to star in her fantasies.

Then, she works late and witnesses something she shouldn't see. Conspiracies, assassinations, and a robot invasion? Kristof is hiding way more than a smoking hot physique, and his forbidden attraction to her is starting to sway his loyalties.

Interoffice romance has never been this red-hot!

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Warning: Contains sizzling sex, adult language, explosions, and robot invasions.


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“I’m getting my stuff,” she reached her desk and slung her bag over her shoulder, “and going to the police.”

He continued pacing her to the elevators. “I’m new, so I sure don’t know everything, and I don’t mean to interrupt at all, but, you know… sure that’s such a bright idea?”

She stopped.

There. His personality changed between one goofy line and the next one, deadly serious.

“Um, yeah.” She stepped into the elevator waiting area, automatically triggering the building to send an elevator. “That’s what any normal person would do. Do you think I should do something else?”

The elevator doors slid open.

He eased a muscular arm across the entrance, blocking her way.

She stopped and met his eye.

Once again, his blond hair fell across his brow, half cloaking his eyes. The goofy persona was gone. He stared at her intently, lethally serious.


Something stirred in her belly. Another curl, like when she had first met him, of danger and desire.

“You should go home,” he said, quiet and slow, and his voice was soft and reminded her of licking the curve of her spoon to get the last taste of sweet cream. “Do what you promised Mr. Heeler and forget you saw anything here tonight. In fact, don’t come in tomorrow either. Take a long vacation off planet. Leave tonight.”

“Why should I?”

“It’s dangerous.”

Her belly shivered. Fear and excitement. She had never felt so alive.

“You’re the dangerous one,” she countered.

A sardonic light entered his eyes as though he couldn’t disagree with her. “It takes a lot of power to put someone like that in a position like this. Power that might be used to silence an employee who starts unsettling rumors with law enforcement.”

“But he’s going to do something bad,” she insisted.

“He’s already done it,” he said, “and everything’s going to be different soon anyway. You should worry about yourself.”

“I am.” She put her hand on his arm. It felt unmovable as iron. She wanted him wrapped around her body now, shoving her up against a wall. “If I’m in such danger, maybe you should escort me home.”

Surprise changed to sizzling hot, deadly interest.

A rough smile curved his lips. “I don’t know what you think I am, but I am not one of the good guys.”

“Why not?”

He hesitated and did not answer.

“Come home with me.”

His expression softened, like his voice, to both become more dangerous and more amused. “Home with you is the absolute last place I should be.”

But the way he said it, with that devilish smile, suggested delicious possibilities she only wished she could explore. He would taste way better than a glass of wine.

Disappointment twinged. “Give me a reason or give me a kiss.”

For one long moment, he looked like he was going to give her a reason. The moment stretched. His expression darkened, hot and sexy, and her stomach flipped. Sweet tingling desires shimmered through her.

He tugged her into his arms.

Once more, her body molded to his molten-hot chest. Her nipples stood in sharp relief against his strength and her thighs memorized his rock-hard quads. She clung to his rippling back, feeling the contour of his powerful shoulder blades. His masculine scent enveloped her with heat and desire.

She lifted her lips.

He lowered and brushed them with his own.

The world stood still.

She lived in the sensation. So brief, so delicious, his lips gently pressed against hers. Once, twice, three times.

The third time, his mouth opened and met hers. Desire seared through her, curling in her center with a tug. She murmured his name.

He pressed her against the wall.

She opened to him, and their tongues tangled. Wetness charged with electricity. She consumed his delicious taste, every stroke of his hot tongue another stroke of her aching desire. He intoxicated her, and she wanted to crack open the whole bottle.

His knee fit between her legs. She squeezed him, her aching feminine center seeking the key that fit her hot, wet lock. His masculinity rubbed hard against her upper thigh, seeking the same in her.

And then, he pushed himself off the wall and rested his forehead against hers. His eyes, so intent, seemed to shift colors, gleaming green and silver in the low light. “Good enough?”

She licked her lips. “Not even.”

His smile warmed her heart. Long, slow and hungry, it made promises she needed him to keep.


This stand-alone short story is a companion to Book 3 Liberation's Vow and takes place during some of the same time period. It features a whole new couple and can be enjoyed separately from the rest of the series.

Resurrection Heart

A Science Fiction Romance

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Part of the Robotics Faction - Cyborg Mercenaries series:
  • Resurrection Heart

A mercenary with a chip on her shoulder. A cyborg warrior with an attraction stronger than his emotion-suppressing implants. Trusting in passion is the only way they will survive…

Talia’s a hardened mercenary owned by the Antiata Deterrence Company until she pays off her debt. She has found only one man worthy of her carefully guarded trust: reformed criminal Logen, the sexy gunner in her ragtag unit of misfits. He’ll never return her feelings, but his strong, silent gaze awakens her uncontrollable desire.

Logen’s passion-suppressing implants have been malfunctioning since the moment he laid eyes on the gorgeous, capable spotter. She sees past his ugly scars to the man inside and he wants nothing more than to wrap her sweet, hot body in his protective embrace.

But when he’s falsely accused of murder, Talia and Logen become targets on the run. The mercenaries must fight off robot assassins, hungry wildlife, and a growing mutual attraction that threatens their survival. Caught in the hostile jungles of a steamy alien planet, Talia must decide whom to trust with her life… and possibly her heart.

Resurrection Heart is the fourth book (chronologically) in the Robotics Faction saga, and starts an all new chapter in the series of sci-fi romance novels. If you like starships, robots, and hot romance, then you’ll love the latest offering from Wendy Lynn Clark.

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Logen carried her. Lithe and graceful, strong and unstoppable. He sweated from the heat. The biceps she longed to curl her fingers around bulged from exertion.

She tried not to focus on the hard power of his thigh flexing between her damp legs. Or his body pressing against hers, forcing her to feel every inch of his masculine appeal. Or the soft grunts of exertion, sending her forbidden ideas of teasing other noises from him with her teeth and her tongue.

Tracing the bead of sweat down his corded neck with her tongue....

“Tell me your stents aren’t working,” she said suddenly, to keep herself from doing exactly that.

He grunted. “Not gonna.”

Well, then.

She leaned in to him and nuzzled his kissable ear. “Logen.”

He sucked in a breath. “What?”

“Logen...” She teased the sensitive lobe with her lips, giving in to her long-held fantasies. “Logen, tell me...”


He gripped the branch, swinging in place. His voice roughened. “Quit it.”

What a delicious catch. She flicked her tongue against his heated flesh, enjoying the quiver. “Or else what?”

He didn’t answer.

She took the lobe between her teeth.

He groaned. “Shit, Talia.”

The long, hard masculine length of him pressed against her thigh. She gave herself greater license, spreading her hands across his broad back, dipping beneath the shreds of the uniform he had worn for his whole confinement. “Why don’t you come clean?”

“You... are not... fair.”


Sirus, long-absent CO of the Misfits mercenary unit, is the brother of Emprezia (Liberation Origins) and the uncle of Mercury (Liberation's Desire) and Cressida (Liberation's Kiss). He first appears very briefly in Liberation's Desire. He's the uncle who took care of Mercury for all the years she lived in hiding.

Portals: Volume 2

Welcome! You have arrived at a portal to the galaxy.

Enter, and you'll be introduced by award-winning authors to worlds beyond imagining, with heroes & heroines who dare to take it to the edge and beyond—in every way. Count on these adventurers to take their best shot … at their enemies and at hot, sexy romance!

Contains 10 first chapters, with links to purchase any or all of the complete books, should you wish.

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Trapped by Alison Aimes

Alien Blood by Melisse Aires

Stranded with the Cyborg by Cara Bristol

The Pilot by Diane Burton

Stark Pleasure by Cathryn Cade

Liberation’s Kiss by Wendy Lynn Clark

The Champion of Barésh by Susan Grant

To Buy a Wife by KC Klein

Alien Attachments by Sabine Priestley

Earthbound Passion by Jody Wallace

Liberation’s Vow

A Science Fiction Romance

He wants redemption. She’s using him as bait. They’ll sacrifice everything for one passionate embrace…

Aris is tortured by his past. The regional governor and aristocrat once traded his half-sisters’ lives for power. Seeking to redeem himself, he makes a deal with a shady agent that could get him killed.

Resa is a zero-class assassin. Her predecessor was a murderous nightmare, and she has no choice but to fill those bloody shoes. She attempts to infiltrate Aris’ life to draw out the android-corrupting rogue agent. The mission reveals forbidden desires that change everything.

Aris is using Resa too, but similar feelings cloud his judgment. With their passion unleashed, a secret may be revealed: the real reason the Antiata family has been sentenced to death. Resa and Aris are the only ones who can stop a human-robot war that destroys all worlds forever.

Liberation’s Vow is the third book in a series of sci-fi romances, and it can be read as a stand-alone. If you like android assassins, creative world-building, and sizzling chemistry, then you’ll love Wendy Lynn Clark’s latest roller coaster romance.

Buy Liberation’s Vow to fight for love today!


“The intergalactic criminal rogue has driven robots insane,” she said, her head still pressed against the wall. “An insane robot is a danger to everyone. Give me her location to capture the criminal before more are hurt.”

“Nice words. But you’re here to kill me.”

“Not right now.”

A brow raised. He winced and touched the bloodied scratch.

“You don’t believe me,” she said.

“I’ve always had a weakness for pretty girls.”

Somehow, this tossed-off compliment affected her more deeply than his declaration of her beauty. “Pretty” sounded closer to truth. The realization burned through her like the flickering of a match, burning into her center and stealing her breath. He thought she was pretty, and she liked him for thinking so. Danger. Danger. The word chanted in her head.

Be pretty. Use his weakness to extract information. Your untrained human persona is perfect for this chore.


“I am not a pretty girl,” she said, deliberately crushing her robot’s new idea. “And I’m not the organizer of the attempt to assassinate you just now.”

His non-reaction said he was already aware. “That doesn’t mean I’m safe around you, Zenya.”


He paused.

She bit back the argument forming in her robot’s processor. When she finished her training in the Faction, she would accept her predecessor’s name and become the new Zenya. Fine. But she had not finished her training, and she refused her predecessor’s name.

“My name is Resa.”

Skepticism sealed his brow.

“Since you know about my predecessor, then you also know I could have killed you at any time simply by not acting. Instead, I have saved your life.”

He licked his lips. “Because you need me.”

The way he said those words, the way he moved and gestured, evoked all sorts of wrong ideas. Darts of pleasure, darts of need, digging under her skin. She didn’t need him. She didn’t need anything about him.

“That irritates you,” he observed.

She dropped all emotion from her body, squeezing it out like a liquid until nothing but the robot remained. And still, she felt like he could see her. See the empty shell, know that it was empty, and sense a challenge to fill it up again. “I don’t need anything.”

“Sure.” He squared his jaw. “The lady rogue knows you’re coming. The only way you could possibly hope to catch her is to stay close to me. I’ll let you stay as close as you like. For a price.”

Pay it, her robot ordered.

She shivered. “You do have a death wish.”


“So what?”

“Are you going to kill me?”

How interesting that he drew a distinction between her assignment and her intention. “Why do you think I will tell you the truth?”

“Because I already know the truth.” He coughed. “I’m testing to see whether you’re going to bother to lie.”


Liberation’s Desire

Robotics Faction Book 2

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A red-hot, ice-cold analyst. A delicious chef who’s all heart. He’ll risk everything for one more taste…

Mercury dreamed of cooking exotic feasts to charm and delight her family. All that changed when the Robotics Faction targeted her sister. With her family shattered, Mercury has no choice but to go into hiding. She’s vulnerable. She’s alone. And they know exactly where she is!

Yves is an android for the “benevolent” faction. His assignment is to watch Mercury from afar, even though he’s absolutely entranced by her. When a rogue agent severs his connection to the faction, he starts a new mission: keep Mercury safe at all costs.

As the two run from the all-powerful faction, fear turns into passion. Yves must use every byte of his skill to protect Mercury from his former masters, the rogue agent, and most of all… himself.

Liberation’s Desire is the second book in a steamy sci-fi romance series. If you like enticing plots, thrilling action, and passionately sexy love scenes, then you’ll fall for Wendy Lynn Clark’s complex, nail-biting thrill-ride.

Buy Liberation’s Desire to start your mouth watering today!


“Every time I kiss you, I feel sensations.”

“What kinds of sensations?”

The skin between his dark eyebrows wrinkled. “I don’t know. Not normal. Aberrant.”

Well, okay. Aberrant. Great.

“That’s why you have to help me control this obsession,” he said, “by giving in.”

“Oh, sure. Let me get out the electro-welder again, since having me operate on you went so well last time.”

“You should want me to reprogram myself. Refusing means you’re illogical.”

“I’m illogical?” She pulled free. “You’re making out with a girl who gives you aberrant thoughts. But why is that surprising? You’re an asexual robot.”

Her accusation echoed across the garbage chamber.

The frown returned. “Yes, exactly.”


He smacked his chest so hard she feared it would leave a dented handprint. “I’m an asexual robot. So what the hell am I trying to do with you?”


“I don’t know!”

“Neither do I!” His voice rose like shouting. “I shouldn’t be interested in this. In you. Instead I find myself compelled to reach out, to touch, to do things I should have no reason to want to do. And I can’t stop myself. You’re in front of me and I lose all control.”

His words licked her body with dangerous gasoline. She rubbed her arms. “Stop.”

“I can’t. Not on my own. That’s why I need your help.” He gazed at her, helpless. “I am drunk on you.”

His words lit her on fire.

She sucked in a breath. “What do you mean?”

“Every touch is like a shot of diamond-clarified vodka. Every new sensation hits me with a reward shower that I can’t control. Every texture of your skin against mine slows me down until I am literally overloaded. I am stuck in your gravity well, and time has dilated beyond all sense of meaning, and I’m simply chasing the next hit of feeling, the next taste of you, the next breath, the next gasp, the next flutter of your eyelashes, the next pulse of heat beneath your skin. You’re pouring a distillery over my head, and I’ve opened my arms to embrace it, and I’m intoxicated. I’m drunk to death.” His voice broke. “On you.”


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