Rated 4 Delightful Divas by Kathy!

“One thing that I’ve noticed in this and other stories by this author is that Bryl takes readers on a journey of emotional self-discovery along with the characters. As readers we are not only entertained but find for ourselves a nugget of truth in our lives.

If you’ve not read anything by Bryl R. Tyne and you enjoy stories that are beyond the everyday, then Coin Operated Boy may be just the vehicle for discovering the talent of this author.” ~ Read the full review here!

Thank you, Kathy! 

Thank you, Regina, from Coffee Time Romance & More. She loved the book!

Here’s a link to her review: http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/coinoperatedboy.html

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Sunday, October 25^th is Gay Day at the Ethan Day Yahoo Group.  Gay Day is the one day a month when the best authors in GLBT Romance stop by to post excerpts of their new and upcoming releases.

You’ll have a shot at winning one of the following e-books generously provided by the following authors this month!

Muse by Clare London

A Pint Light by Devon Rhodes available October 26th

A.J. Llewellyn’s newest release, Deeper Blue – available for purchase on Gay Day, October 25th

Jaime Samms will be giving away the winners choice of either Apron Strings or WindBlown

Amanda Young will be giving away an Autographed copy of Pyromancer

ePistols at Dawn by Z.A Maxfield

Timeless by Nix Winter

Love Me Dead – The newest release from Lex Valentine, an antho with William Maltese & AM Riley

Finding Love – Simone Anderson

Jambrea Jo Jones is giving winners choice of either Heart Song or Runaway Man

Dash & Dingo: In Search of the Tasmanian Tiger by Sean Kennedy

Pull by Bryl Tyne

In addition, these and many other amazing Authors will be popping in and out to post excerpts of their latest books and chat:

P.A. Brown – Memory of Darkness

AKM Miles – Take It EASY – Coming November 25th

S.J. Frost – Conquest

Lynn Lorenz – My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys – Coming November 15th

Bryl Tyne – Coin Operated Boy

Adrianne Brennan – Dawn of the Seraphs

Andrew Grey – Love Means…Courage

Barbara Sheridan – Such A Good Boy

The day will begin from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. CST in the Ethan Day Yahoo Group where we’ll be posting excerpts, running contests for free books, and chatting about all the new and upcoming releases from your favorite authors.

From 4 p.m. to 6 p.m. CST we’ll be hosting another LIVE Chat which is pretty much a free for all, anything-goes-chat that’ll inevitably have you uttering the phrase, “What the f**k?” : ) (The link to the LIVE CHAT will be posted in the Yahoo Group.)

Stop by to catch up with your favorite authors and join in all the fun!

Rainbow Reviews – 4/5 Stars!

COIN OPERATED BOY

by Bryl R. Tyne

ISBN: 978-1-60592-057-3

Noble Romance Publishing

RATING:

Review by xbmbgrl

“The battle for reconnection and recognition between an android that is only coming to recognize feelings and a human who avoids recognizing his feelings is well done…” Read the full review here!

Once a month, a bunch of authors get together and post excerpts from published books, contracted work or works in progress, and link to each other. You don’t have to be published to participate–just a writer with an excerpt you’d like to share. For more info on how to participate, head over to the Excerpt Monday site! or click on the banner above.

Just Released!

COIN OPERATED BOY

by Bryl R. Tyne

Noble Romance Publishing

Cover artists: Fiona Jayde & Bryl R. Tyne

COIN OPERATED BOY Copyright 2009 Bryl R. Tyne

Mild Excerpt:

THE SIXTH ABANDONMENT:

Seven years later . . . .

Abandoning Earth was simply a formality, Rye tried to convince himself as he made his way over the stony ground to the house. His mistake had nothing to do with Kiara. He knew that. Run from the authorities or serve time right alongside him, those were her choices. What better place to disappear than The Sixth Abandonment—a breeding ground of crime and filth. Outcasts, from any society, were welcomed with open arms.

His Kiara resided here, settled in, setup home amongst these heathen. She had been his savior, the light he counted on in his dark work. Hesitating, knuckles seconds from her door, he exhaled. Kiara wasn’t his any longer. Gently, he rapped.

“See you found me.” She greeted him with the nonchalance of an aged tiger. Leaving the door ajar, she retreated into the house.

Rye let himself inside.

“Figured I’d be seeing you. Has it been seven years already?” Her words dripped sarcasm as she disappeared through a doorway across the room.

She wasn’t happy to see him; he figured as much. Maybe just his perception, but he vowed not to stick around long enough to find out. In search of a washroom, he took the only hall. “Just a quick shower and I’ll be out of your hair.” His voice reverberated off the bare hallway walls, through the starkly furnished front room, and back.

“Go ahead.” She hollered. “Take your time. You look like you could stand to put some meat on them bones.”

To his right, he found the washroom and pushed open the door. Once he got cleaned up, maybe ate a decent meal, he’d be out of her life once and for all. That she could live with. He was certain.

Of all the people he’d let into his quirky life, which wasn’t many, Rye trusted Kiara. She had never betrayed him, though he’d betrayed her with his phony love, the marriage for appearance’s sake. He sighed as he leaned over the sink. Even as he stood trial for violating the Android Fair Usage Act, she’d been beside him—in spirit.

Guilt, persistent and strong, rolled over him in waves as he took in his reflection, noting wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth, deeper than should be for thirty-five years of age. Disgusted with life and with himself, he stepped into the shower. Minimum security or not, seven years confinement had taken its toll.

* * * * *

Kiara placed a plate on the table, piled high with mashed potatoes, butter dripping, and, he was sure, enough salt to fill a week’s rations for a small army. Set off to the side on another plate, a handful of pigs-in-a-blanket accompanied a huge dollop of ketchup. “Sit down. Eat something before you dart out of here.”

Squeezing the water from his hair into a towel, Rye plopped into the only kitchen chair in sight. “Can’t waste . . . .You kept my bike, like I requested?”

“Tracked him down already, did you?” She slammed a tall mug of green tea next to his plate, shaking her head. “Yeah. I got it. Polished and maintained to grand pappy’s instruction.” With a roll of her eyes, she pointed over her shoulder. “Out back, in the shed.”

Almost an angel, he thought, stuffing another forkful of potatoes in with his mouthful of wiener-biscuit-ketchup combo. Her cooking boiled straight from the pits of hell. He smiled around the rim of his cup as he forced the offered meal down with cooled tea. At least she’d supplied a drink he enjoyed.

To help forget the taste, bite after bite, he admired her busyness. Stir a pot, check the oven, rinse a dish, she moved. Always busy, but then, he supposed, teaching English, the outpost’s common language, to the constant influx of intergalactic rebels kept her that way.

After his release, he’d sought the services of a highly skilled retriever. The computer wiz claimed he could uncover information on anyone—anywhere. Give me a name and I’ll tell you what their granny ate for breakfast. He’d sold Rye with that line.

According to the hack, Kiara had done well for herself. Rye glanced around the quaint room. Her language classes were far from cheap, but from the looks of the dilapidated twenty-third century appliances, her lifestyle remained as it had on Earth—as simple as possible.

“Have to go.” He shoved away from the table. Standing, he twisted his damp hair into a tight roll then fastened it in place with a band from his wrist. “You’re doing okay for yourself, I take it.”

“Good as can be expected in this Godforsaken place.” She walked with him, even as he stepped outside and to the shed.

He couldn’t force himself to face her as he pushed his bike to the street. Her reaction, after all these years, wasn’t something he was prepared to handle. Gloves and helmet secure, he kicked his bike to a fine roar, revved it once, and then zoomed away. Dealing with emotions, of any kind, was never his forte.

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Links to other Excerpt Monday writers

Alexia Reed, Urban Fantasy (R)
and
Bria Quinlan, Rom Com (PG13)

Joining us this week:

Jamie Babette, Fantasy Romance (PG13)
M.G. Buehrlen, YA Fantasy (PG13)
AJ Chase, Paranormal Romcom (PG13)
Stephanie Draven, Paranormal Romance (PG13)
Heather S. Ingemar, YA (PG 13)
Cynthia Justlin, Romantic Suspense (PG13)
Kaige, Historical Romance (PG13)
Julia Knight, Fantasy Romance (PG 13)
Nadia Lee, Paranormal Romance (PG13)
Jeannie Lin, Historical Romance (PG13)
R.F Long, Paranormal Romance (PG13)
Shawntelle Madison, Paranormal Romance (PG13)
Christa McHugh, Paranormal Romance (PG13)
Debbie Mumford, Fantasy Romance (PG13)
Bria Quinlan, Rom Com (PG13)
Megan S, Paranormal Romance (PG13)
Dara Sorensen, Historical Fiction (PG13)

Melissa Aires, Futuristic Romance (R)
Kendal Ashby, Contemporary, (R)
KB Alan, Contemporary Erotic Romance  (R)
Carly Carson, Contemporary (R)
Cate Hart, YA (R)
Felicia Holt, Contemporary Romance (R)
Ali Katz, Historical Erotic Romance (R)
Inez Kelley, Contemporary Romance (R)
Annie Nicholas, Paranormal Romance (R)
Christa Paige, Paranormal (R)
Mary Quast, Contemporary Romance (R)
Alexia Reed, Paranormal Romance (R)

Sara Brookes, Erotic Paranormal Romance (NC17)
Ella Drake, Historic Paranormal Romance (NC17)
Angeleque Ford, Dark Urban Fantasy (NC17)
J. W. Hankins, Dark Fantasy (NC17)
Kim Knox, Erotic Romance (NC17)
Elise Logan, Contemporary with Paranormal Elements (NC17)
Dawn Montgomery, Paranormal Erotic Romance (NC17)
Kirsten Saell, Erotic Fairy Tale Romance (NC17)

Note: I have not personally screened these excerpts. Please heed the ratings and be aware that the links may contain material that is not typical of my site.

Coin Operated Boy Copyright 2009 Bryl R. Tyne

(unedited excerpt)

His eyes opened to darkness. With a simple command, he adjusted his vision to the lack of light. Cold and empty shells, once full of life, were crammed, shoulder to shoulder, front to back, on every side. Twisted together, some skinless others not, disembodied limbs, wires and diodes hanging, filled the pocketed openings amongst the ruins. Starting with his toes, he wiggled each in turn, meticulously checking the connections from circuits to sensors, until he’d completed the body scan.

His first attempt to free his trapped arms proved futile, the pile of death too heavy. Determination set in his jaw; he forced his arms from his body, exhaling only as the pile gave way. Metal grated metal. The dead moaned. He braced himself atop the headless droid beneath him as layer upon layer of broken robotics tumbled down around him.

Hoisting himself up and out through the opening he’d created, he froze, mid-motion, and watched a lone head tumble a lopsided dance along the sloped mound, until it landed with a thud. With another heave and a solid push, he cleared the mound and alit on the cold, packed dirt. He brushed the residue from his backside, blew the dust from his palms. Where am I?

He scanned the area, the soil, the atmosphere, searching his memory for familiar climes, finding no reference to anyplace with orange dust or two moons. The haze on the horizon told him night would soon fall. Climbing around and over edges of mountainous debris—some piled twice his height, he spotted a square of light in the distance.

Scanning his systems, he focused on the light and stumbled onward. His processes worked fine, however, his memory was void, missing, perhaps of not only the information necessary to tag this wasteland, but of all information.

All that is, except his name….

Chal ran a more thorough analysis. Basic data was intact; but he was not. He walked on, his brain working double-time to understand the hollowness within him, something inside as empty as his memory banks…. But what?

As Chal approached the light, he noticed an aged gentleman in stained coveralls rocking solemnly on the porch of the rundown building.

His eyes wide, the man removed a cigarette from his mouth and stood. “Well. Hello there.”

Chal scanned and interpreted the man’s vitals. Other than increase in heart rate, the man appeared unaffected. “I am Chal.”

“Are you now?” Flicking the cigarette to the porch, he crushed it with his boot and chuckled. “And you’re naked, son.”

Chal combed over his body before meeting a different look, an unknown glint, in the man’s eyes. “Is that a problem?”

Coming October 12th to Noble Romance Publishing!

From my sci-fi (nearly finished ) work in progress, Coin Operated Boy (c) 2009 Bryl R. Tyne

Chal kept taut on the chain, until his john’s eyes held but a blank stare. Remorse unknown to him, he shoved the life-less body onto the floor, sprang to his feet, and scurried to Rye’s side. “Silk?” He lifted Rye, still warm and chest moving, onto his lap and scanned for vitals. He’s alive… Chal offered the dead john one last respect in a glance over his shoulder to ensure the..the fucking bastard, that’s what Silk called him…was indeed–dead. Turning back, he let out a loud exhale as he settled his chin atop Rye’s head. “Silk. Wake up. I don’t know what to do.”