[Galactic Cyborg Heat 15] • Dare

A Happily Ever After Galactic Cyborg Heat Series Romance. Book 15. A tantalizing story of passions, desires, fears and sexual awakening that brings you alive.

This is a sci-fi romance filled with hot explicit sex, strong dominant men. It’s gritty, confrontational and steam will be coming out of your ears. If you’re looking for something to get those juices flowing, you just found it. Enjoy!

This novel is written mainly in British English, with American words and language and slang from both.

Dare, named for his daring and audacity. Strong and fearless. A battle-hardened free Cyborg. But freedom had come at a cost. It had been brutal, and many had died. Designers not willing to give up their Cyborg toys, the military, not willing to lose their infallible army. They had fought and died trying to stop them, but Dare had led his men to victory time and time again. They had earned their freedom.

Cyborgs, a deadly secret created to wage war and defeat the enemies of Earth Corp. They did their job well. Too well. It got them noticed and the public started to ask too many questions. Earth Corp investors got shaky, they didn’t like the scrutiny or the bad publicity and panicked. No one wanted to be associated with playing god or stealing lives. The public in uproar over the dilemmas of creating lab born humans for Cybernetic implants, had been highly publicised. Earth Corp enemies had circled like sharks sensing blood in the water. Share prices plummeted, the stock became toxic and they became desperate to hold back the tide. So they paid them off and freed them, or so they said. Only Earth Corp wasn't so keen to lose a multi-billion credit project. So they lied.

Until Dare found the truth of it. There was nothing he couldn't find out using the tools they'd given him. Seduction. It was what he’d been trained for. An infiltrator who’s sole role was finding out information any way he could. His optics and sensors gave him all the data he needed, to know exactly what the female was thinking, needing, wanting. He knew just the right touch, just the right pressure, just the right whisper. The right stroke of her breast, lick or suck of her flesh. When to push, when to pull. He could read every emotion, every flush of their bodies, every signal of desire. And he pressed home every advantage. It was all so easy. He didn't need to think, he didn't need to do anything more than what he'd been programmed to do.

And he was the best at what he did.

Nicky Brenson had a problem. An accident as a child, had killed off most of her nerve endings. She was an Air Flow Engineer and relationships didn’t work for her. So she threw herself into her job. Not that anyone paid any real attention to that. It only kept them alive on the Space Station in the vacuum of Space. Nothing important, right?

Her experimentation had given her a unique system. It gave the Station something special. The feel of being grounded, not just recirculated, stagnant air but something tangible, something real. It made living on a Space Station easier, healthier. People didn’t get air sickness on her air. In a world where oxygen was at a premium and plenty didn’t clean it out or refresh it often enough, she’d done the unthinkable. Made it seem real.

Until the pirates came calling at the Space Station. Killing, robbing, raping. She’d hidden for days but eventually they found her, and she’d had to save herself. That hadn’t been easy and the only time she'd been grateful not to feel.

Then the Cyborgs came and found her. Only her saviour made her nervous for other reasons. Always around. Always looking, always checking, asking too many questions.