COMING March 17th, 2015
On Earth, when a rebel cyborg leader is drawn into a search for answers, he doesn’t expect things to blow up. And he’s not just talking about his house. Somehow his heart explodes, too, with the last thing he ever expected—love.
Adam survived the great cyborg purge because the military made a mistake, a mistake
they lived to regret. They crossed the line when they decided to take away his free will
and turn him into a machine. They erroneously thought him a slave they could
command. However, their biggest screw up of all was when they didn’t terminate him at
the first sign cyborgs were regaining sentience.
As the rebel cyborg leader on Earth, Adam is doing everything he can to rescue others
of his kind. Part of his current, undercover mission involves infiltrating a top secret
military facility where he comes in contact with a human scientist. A sexy scientist whom
he's ordered to protect.
What should have been an easy job turns into a fight for his life because it’s not just
bullets and hit squads he’s got to worry about, but his heart.
How can one fragile female mean so much? It’s almost too much for a rational-minded
cyborg to understand. When the choice is given, escape or let her die, he lets his heart
decide, and after that, things start to explode—literally.
The Cyborgs: More Than Machines series can be read as stand alone stories, however,
for total reader enjoyment and world immersion, it is recommended you read them in order.
“How can you not have a television in your living room?” He couldn’t help blurting his
“Because I don’t need one.”
“Don’t need one?” He practically sputtered the words, his disbelief overwhelming. “But
what do you do to entertain yourself? How do you play video games? Watch movies?”
While it should be noted, he could technically do all these things wirelessly, there was a
tactile enjoyment in flopping in a comfortable chair or couch and munching on dietary
useless carbs while visually enjoying the antics of good cinema or challenging his
dexterous skills as he manipulated a video game controller.
“I work most of the time, and when I’m not working, or researching, I’m sleeping.”
“Surely you do something for relaxation? Your entire life can’t revolve around the lab?”
“I like my work, but if you must know, I do also like to read.” At his raised brow, she
blushed, the pink in her cheeks enticing. “Non-fiction books usually about my work.”
“But what about having fun?” As she shifted her stance, adopting a defensive posture,
he realized how his accusation might sound. I just accused her of being boring.
“Who says I’m not enjoying myself?”
“Me. Don’t forget, I’ve been watching you for some time now, and with the exception of
tonight, when the director left you that mysterious cooler, your heart rate has never
spiked, your eyes haven’t shone with excitement, and I’ve certainly never heard you
“How would you know if my heart beats faster? For all you know, I’m in a constant
adrenaline rush when I’m working. I’m a scientist. I get a kick out of discovery.”
A snort escaped him. “What a load of crap.”
Spine straight, she fixed him with a glare. “Would you mind not insulting me in my own
home? What business is it of yours anyhow how I entertain myself?”
“It’s none of my business. But I’d hate to think you’re missing out.”
“Missing out? On what? Fictional creations about absurd situations?”
“Forget television for a moment. What about the simple rush you get out of doing
something for pleasure? Like hiking up a scenic mountain. Scuba diving and observing
the beauty of nature on a coral reef.” Things that even he, with his analytical mind, could
appreciate. “What about the enjoyment that comes out of sharing an adventure with a
friend, or a lover…” Why was it, when it came to Doctor Laura, his mind always revolved
back to more intimate matters? She drew him like no other.
Her expression turned sad for a moment before tightening. “My work is important. Time
enough later for me to indulge in frivolous activities.”
“Or you could squeeze time in for them now.”
“Says the guy assigned to watch over me. Don’t tell me you think us going out to paint
the town red is a good idea, given the threat supposedly to CyberGlys employees.”
“You don’t have to go out to have fun.”
“So what do you propose we do? Play a board game? Cards?”
“I’ve got something better than that.” Before she could question him some more, he
showed her what he meant.
Reeling her into his arms didn’t take any thought, or weighing of the pros and cons of
his actions. He’d wanted to kiss her all evening. Weeks even. Pretty much from the first
moment he’d begun observing her he’d wanted to see if her lush lips would prove pliant
They were. Soft and welcoming.
For so long, he’d wanted to draw her against him and see how she molded to his frame.
She fit perfectly, her lush curves a perfect complement to his hard body.
He’d wanted to see if, beneath her prim and serious exterior, there lurked passion.
By all the nanos in his body, she practically melted him with the heat she unleashed
with just one long, and sensual, kiss.
With his senses tingling, their lips separated, and they stared at each other, her bright
brown eyes behind her glasses meeting his gaze with wonder. A wonder he understood.
Her breath, already coming faster, brushed warmly against him.
The moment stretched, fraught with anticipation and desire. The cognitive part of his
brain suggested he step away. Getting involved with the doctor, however pleasurable,
wasn’t part of his mission. It could prove a danger, especially given her scientific
background. What if she recognized what he was? She could jeopardize more than his
life. It was an unacceptable risk.
The man within said fuck it.
He crushed her to him, his arms wrapping around her tight, his mouth claiming hers with
intensity and determination. She will know excitement.
Already her heart raced. It pounded, the blood in her coursing frantically as it brought all
of her nerves alive. At the same time, her body went limp in his arms, a languorous
arousal weakening her muscles. But she needn’t fear falling.
I have her, and I’m not letting go. I will show her pleasure. With me. And only me.
He could no more help the possessive feelings than he could resist her allure.
Her desire for him rose in a musky perfume, the layers of clothes separating them,
unable to hide the evidence, not with his enhanced senses.
It served only to heighten his arousal. Hard. Harder than the steel they’d strengthened
his bones with. Harder than the locks on the firewalls guarding his electronic secrets. So
Pain wasn’t something he needed to feel unless he chose to, yet with her, he let the
agony of wanting her and holding back fill him. The wild urgency was intoxicating. Not
ruled by programming or rational thought, he just felt. Felt on a level he’d not imagined.
It made him forget where he was, who he was, and the danger his very existence
posed. But lucky for them both, he was capable of faster-than-human reaction because,
when the window shattered, he knew enough to spin his body and present his back in
the split second before the deadly shards blasted them.
But more ominous than the deadly rain of glass was the thump and ticking of the
metallic ball with its flashing red warning.
A bomb. Ah, hell.
About the Author
~ A New York Times & USA Today Bestseller
~ #1 Amazon Paranormal Romance Bestselling Author
~ Top 10 AllRomance Bestselling Author 2013
three kids, hubby, and housework, I write really raunchy stuff–usually with werewolves lol.
I am a bestselling Amazon author, ranking often in their to 100 romance authors. But I’m not
just popular with Kindle readers. I was one of the top ten selling authors on AllRomance for
2013 and have had numerous of my books hit the top 20 books over all on Barnes & Nobles as
I am the first person to admit I am totally boring and lead a mundane life. Seriously. My idea of
fun is shopping at our local Walmart lol. I like to play video games, cook, and read. My
inspiration, hmm, I guess you could say hubby as he is a total alpha male which means I often
want to club him over head with a frying pan. But, despite his ornery, ‘I-am-man’ nature, I love
I’m writing romance, my way. I do have a twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humor
something I like to let loose in my writing. I like strong alpha males, naked chests and
werewolves. Lots of werewolves. In fact, you’ll notice most of my multi partner stories revolve
around great, big, overprotective Lycans who just want to please their woman. I am also
extremely partial to aliens, you know the kind who abduct their woman and then drive them
insane…with pleasure of course.
My heroines, they kind of run the gamut. I have some that are shy and soft spoken, others that
will kick a man in the balls and laugh. Many of them are chubby, because in my world, girls with
curves ROCK! Oh and some of my heroines are a teeny tiny bit evil, but in their defense, they
need love too.
Some of my work does push boundaries and cross lines. Good and evil aren’t always clear in my
tales, and in some cases, I’ve stomped on well known religious ideologies. Have I mentioned my
imagination is a tad bit warped?
I tend to have a lot of sexual tension in my tales because I think all torrid love affairs start with a
tingle in our tummies. And when my characters do finally give in to the needs of their flesh?
Well, let’s just say, you shouldn’t be reading my stuff at work. The door is wide open, explicit
and hot. Really, really hot.
I love to write, and while I don’t always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can
promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a happily
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