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Cyborg Seduction
Single mother Lindsey Walters would do anything to save her young son from a lifetime of pain. She’s a writer, a journalist, and when the answer to her prayers comes in the form of a highly dangerous and forbidden assignment sneak onto the mysterious military prison planet known only as The Colony and write an expose she can’t refuse. And when she meets an irresistible and intense alien warrior who wants to keep her forever she can’t stay. She must return home, no matter how seductive he might be.

Kiel of Everis was captured and tortured by the Hive. Now free and living on the Colony, he’d accepted his fate of a life alone. There are no marked mates on The Colony, no hope for a warm, willing female to ease the constant ache of his lonely heart. On a hunt to track and eliminate a deadly traitor, his tightly controlled existence unravels when he begins to dream share with an unknown woman his mate.

Once he finds her, touches her, claims her as his own, he’ll do anything to possess her, break every rule to seduce her, defy anyone, even the Interstellar Coalition, Earth’s Government, and his own Governor to keep her forever.

There is nowhere his Earth mate can run, nowhere she can hide. He is a Hunter. And the predator inside of him knows one word when it comes to her, MINE.

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“There.” The governor, Maxim, pointed at the vid screen. I followed his finger and saw the intruder.  The image was crystal clear, crisp. The male wore the usual armor of a Coalition fighter; pants, shirt, even the helmet, and moved with the lithe ease of an athlete and the surety of one who knew exactly where to go as he removed a grate and disappeared inside the ventilation tunnels that ran beneath the entire base. 

“How long ago was this taken?” I asked. Maxim and I stood side-by-side. I rivaled him for height, but I was less bulky than the Prillon, allowing me to move swiftly on a hunt. I was dexterous and nimble, yet it took hard work and constant training to remain in top form.  

“Twenty minutes.” The governor was a powerful warrior; he now served The Colony with his leadership skills. He’d been chosen, elected by the warriors who would answer to him. There was no higher honor among warriors and I respected that. He served as the Colony’s liaison to the Brides Processing Center on Earth and had been mated, with his second, Ryston, to a brilliant human scientist with dark hair and a stubborn slant to her eyes that I admired. Together, their bond had lit the spark of hope through the Colony. They appeared together in public often, trying to inspire the others to hope, to dream, to submit to the mental invasion of the Interstellar Brides Processing protocols. Many had and waited for a match. 

I was Maxim’s opposite, my strengths sending me out to hunt in the shadows. Unseen. Deadly. 

Not exactly inspiring. Seeing me usually inspired fear, not hope. No matter that I’d picked up a team of sorts including the human hunter, a bride named Kristin, who’d arrived to mate the Prillon warriors Tyran and Hunt. Also in the group, a Prillon warrior named Marz who’d become one of the few males I trusted during our time with the Hive. Lastly, a big, pain-in-my-ass Atlan Warlord with a temper to match. Rezzer. He fought his beast every fucking day. And every day, I wondered if I’d be called upon to terminate a friend. 

“Has he been picked up by the other surveillance nearby?” I asked. The surveillance in the storage area had caught the heat shift of a living being and set off the warning sensors. 

“Negative,” one of the security team said. He sat before the controls, his fingers sliding over the glossy panel as his eyes followed the results on the various vid screens before us. The entire wall was of different images from around Base 3. At first it was difficult to process, so many places to monitor and observe, but I recognized it was an organized system. The screens were arranged north to south, east to west geographically throughout the Base. 

The tech, a warrior from the planet Trion, frowned. “The first warning signal came twenty minutes ago and from within the storage area. No sensors have picked him up in the corridors or anywhere else before that.” 

“He had to come from somewhere,” the governor added, his voice a mixture of genuine surprise and a hint of frustration. He glanced down at the security tech, then back up at the display. 

“There is no data that shows he actually did come from somewhere. It’s as if—” He didn’t finish the words. 

“He didn’t transport in,” I added, saying aloud what I knew to be true. One thing the Coalition did control with an unbreakable fist, was their transport technology. If you weren’t authorized, you didn’t go anywhere. Ever. 

“No, he did not,” the second security tech confirmed. “I’ve checked with the transport station. No transports in the last two days. In or out.” 

It was possible to transport onto the Base elsewhere besides the transport station with the correct coordinates, however the team would know, even if someone attempted it without appropriate approval. That kind of data was easily picked up and ensured the Hive weren’t just popping in for a quick battle. 

“Then he must be someone we know. Sabotage?” 

I didn’t want to consider the possibility of another traitor in our midst. 

Cyborg SeductionABOUT THE AUTHOR

Once upon a time, a young girl was born into an average, working class family. The wee little girl, convinced she was not an average child but was, in fact, a fairy princess, longed to leave the mundane world behind and live her dreams. She grew up, went to school, and when she’d grown too big to wear tutus and tiaras in public without drawing unwanted attention, turned to writing down her fantasies instead. Now a bit older, her fantasies have grown to include sexually dominant men who know how to ensure a woman’s pleasure. Grace believes all women should be treated like princesses, in the bedroom and out of it, and writes love stories where men know how to make their women feel pampered, protected and very well taken care of. She currently lives in Oregon where she spends her days writing, and her nights in the arms of her very own Prince.

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