Monday, January 16, 2017

Cara Bristol shares Claimed by the Cyborg

The “eyes” have it: Using eyes to convey (or not convey) emotion

By Cara Bristol

It’s been said that the eyes are the windows to soul. Human eyes are very expressive and convey a lot of emotion. They show when we’re happy, sad, tired, amused, angry. They spark, glare, glitter, droop, gleam. We talk about fake smiles that don’t reach the eyes.

Because of the expressiveness, authors use eyes a lot to convey emotion.

So, I challenged myself when I made the heroine of Claimed by the Cyborg a Xenian. I had created the alien Xenians as secondary characters in an earlier book in the series. One of their distinguishing characteristics was their eyes. Unlike human eyes, which can be brown, blue, green, hazel or even violet or amber, Xenian eyes are solid black. It’s as if their eyes are all pupil. I realized solid black eyes would be “unreadable.”

The hero, March Fellows is a human-turned-cyborg who finds Xenian eyes (at least the heroine’s) mysterious.

March gaped at the woman who’d entered the hall, her arm linked with a girl’s. Hair, long and curly, tumbled down her back. Her eyes were as he remembered, as black and enigmatic as space, but girlish features had matured into womanliness. Jules. My Jules. Her gaze collided with his, the darkness concealing her thoughts, but her mouth parted as if shocked. If he hadn’t been seated, the sight of her would have knocked him on his ass. His hands shook, and he clenched them into fists to quell the trembling.

Julietta, the Xenian heroine, is enthralled by Terran eyes.

At the start of her first year at the university, she’d met him, a teaching assistant in one of her classes. Marchand Fellows had a quick mind, a ready quip, and a wicked grin. But, oh, his eyes! Such a striking color. Blue like the Terran sky, so very different from black irises concealing whatever lukewarm emotions her people did feel. March’s eyes had glinted with humor, pensiveness, concern. They had fascinated her.

When he’d catch her watching him, he’d wink. She’d feared he’d suffered a facial tic until another student explained he was flirting—and then explained what that meant.

Once I realized that solid black eyes would probably not reveal emotion, I used trait in the story and made the moderation part of the Xenian nature. They feel emotion, but their culture does not allow them to express it with exuberance. Because of this, love does not factor into their relationships; their marriages or “bondings” are arranged.

“Did you grow to love him?”


“Father. Did you ever grow to love him?”

“Love? It is well and good for troubadours to fill commoners’ heads with romantic frivolity. The bond your father and I share is sounder than any built on love. Our foundation is not based upon ephemeral whims but mutual respect and commitment. We complement each other.”

“So you don’t think it is possible for love to grow?”

“Well, I suppose it’s possible, but why would that matter when you have an empire to rule?”

Because I have an empire to rule. That is why it matters. “So you don’t love me—or Marji?”

“Of course I do! A mother’s love, a parent’s love for a child is a different matter.”

“Terrans bond for love,” Marji piped up. “I thought you admired the Terrans.”

Julietta looked at her mother, anxious to hear her reply.

“I admire many things about Terra,” she agreed, “but their emphasis on love isn’t one of them. Emotion offers a weak reason to bond, as evidenced by the fact that a significant portion of their marriages fail.”

“Perhaps love is so important they cannot carry on without it,” Julietta said quietly.

Julietta, of course, is an exception. She feels deeply and falls in love with a cyborg with eyes as blue as the Terran sky.

Claimed by the Cyborg Description

March Fellows assumed he had all the time in the galaxy to pursue a relationship with Jules, an alien exchange student from Xenia, until she vanished without a trace. After years of searching, he finds his lost love on the eve of her arranged marriage.

The daughter of the Xenian emperor, Julietta never meant to fall in love with a Terran man while visiting Earth. Leaving to fulfill her responsibilities on her home planet opened up a hole in her heart that could never be filled. When March, now a cyborg, unexpectedly shows up just before she is to be bonded, she struggles to find the courage to turn him away a second time and follow through with her duty. Before she can act, the lovers are thrust into a political conspiracy that threatens the Xenian empire and their lives.

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Cara Bristol Bio
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol has been the no. 1 best seller in science fiction romance, bdsm erotica, and holiday fiction on Amazon. She’s the author of two science fiction romance series featuring tough alpha heroes: the Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance cyborg series and the Breeder science fiction romance series, which emphasize character-driven stories written with a touch of humor and sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband.
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Saturday, January 14, 2017

Liza discusses new occurences of Collapsing Universes


And I have proof!

About a week ago a very nice lady, who I had never met before, asked for blog time on my Sci-fi site. We connected and the slot was given.

But time passed and no Sci-Fi blog arrived.

Why not?

Because my universe and another universe had collapsed into one. The only difference that I know of is that in one she wrote sci-fi and in the other she didn't. However, I am certain there are other differences, I just haven't discovered them.

I do notice the changes in my universe for many of the collapses, like when a pickup truck hit the side of my car, and I felt the car shudder from the impact but when I got out to look at the damage (the truck had driven off) there was not a scratch on my car. Nothing.

That was a clear sign that two universes had collapsed from the lack of significant differences between them and my prayers to my Guardian Angel resulted in the universe where my car did NOT get hit taking over for that particular irrelevant event. (GA's and positive attitudes do help in these situations!)

And then there was the time a fellow came in and said the exact same thing to me for two days in a row, standing in the same place. 

Or the day the twin towers fell. I was in Canada hiking and I remember most clearly it occurred on Sept 10, but soon the reports had it as Sept 11, which was a more relevant date, so I converted over.

And today, I had such a funny conversation with a delightful author named Wendy about a blog she would not have requested because she doesn't write sci-fi. Yet a week ago, she clearly did ask for it, because in another universe she wrote sci-fi.  This is a clear case of collapsing universes. Now she does have a sci-fi ish novel with her publisher, but even if this is the same book the other Wendy wrote, this Wendy is behind the other Wendy, because this Wendy has no memory of requesting the slot nor would she request a slot in mid-January for a book still with the publisher. No, this is clearly the result of collapsing universes.

And don't even start with the 'maybe you screwed up the date' or 'maybe she just forgot she doesn't write Sci-Fi.'  NO NO NO! The simplest answer is almost always the right one. Universes cannot just keep multiplying. They have to collapse as well. If the difference between two universes is significantly irrelevant, they will always collapse into one universe and humans have to deal with the irrelevant inconsistencies left behind! It's why we are always so confused! 

I have no idea how frequently this occurs, but I suspect they are collapsing at least once a day, so yes, we humans tend to 'forget' things. That's hardly surprising when we are in a new universe now. And no! I haven't actually forgotten where my keys are. The keys were put in the drawer by a different Liza, who was evidently neater than me. 

Still, I feel bad that we'll have to wait longer to read about Wendy Knight's sci-fi ish book. Last Week Wendy had worked really hard and gotten the book finished and was ready to promote it, now, it's back with a publisher, and that could mean six months to a year before it's published. 

Don't bother trying to be relevant by being an author! I'm sorry to say, I don't think anyone's book is going to keep them safe from collapsing Universes . 

To be relevant to the Universe is a pretty big challenge. The rest of us should just be happy we got carried along at all. 

Surely, there has to be universes where my brother or my ex-husband successfully killed me. Imagine the depth of sadness the lack of my 28 novels would cause readers in those universes.  


All right, imagine a world where a TV Celebrity and 'not a nice man' becomes president and has control of the red button....

That is relevant. And probably why so many of us are suffering from high blood pressure these days. Relevant items stay around. All future collapses will be driven by them. The universe will have it's way! 

Nevermind, Hillary won the popular vote by 2.8 million votes. While that seems like a huge amount of votes, sadly, it remains irrelevant to the other universe (from hell) that we have unfortunately collapsed into. 

I can only advise you to focus on the fun things in life. Maybe we can have a party when Wendy Knight's Sci-fi ish book actually comes out....

Assuming we survive the big picture to enjoy the simple pleasures of reading a fine book.

This has been an alleged humorous blog...
I apologize if you failed to laugh.
When bad relevant items take over my world, 
I struggle to be funny.
But I keep trying. 
That's all I can do!