Amanda doesn’t want to die, but if it takes a suicide mission to prove to her father and to herself that she has the right stuff, she’ll do it. There’s only one thing that can screw up her plan.
Trapped with the Cyborg (Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance 4) has been released and for a limited time is available for $2.99. The price will go up to $4.99 soon!
Like the other books in the Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance series, Trapped with the Cyborg is written to be read as a standalone. You don’t have to read the other books to enjoy this one. This is the first book in the series that features a female cyborg heroine. She’s one kick-ass woman. Her hero is Sonny Masters, who was a secondary character in Captured by the Cyborg.
The only thing more dangerous than a suicide mission is falling in love…
Amanda Mansfield has faced challenges in her life: the disapproval of her critical father and the near-fatal accident that ended a promising military career and resulted in her transformation to cyborg. Now a Cyber Operations field agent, she volunteers to lead the most dangerous Cy-Ops mission ever: infiltrating enemy territory to find the secret hideaway of a terrorist mastermind. The last thing she needs is an added complication.
Like him. Sonny Masters. Her partner. A streetwise former thug turned cyber operative with a lethal grin. He can’t seem to understand she’s in charge and does not require his protection. He’s everything she dislikes—and everything her body wants.
If they can keep their hands off each other long enough to complete the mission, they might just get out alive…
Trapped with the Cyborg (Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance 4) is a standalone read.
An excerpt from Trapped with the Cyborg
When an alien accosts a blonde in a bar, Sonny Masters discovers she’s more than capable of taking care of herself.
“What’s the rush? Don’t run off.” The Malodonian grabbed her arm, his fingers biting into her skin.
Amusement vanished. Sonny leaped to his feet. “I believe the lady said—”
Before he could finish his sentence, she had the Malodonian on his knees, his arm wrenched at such an awkward angle Sonny almost felt sorry for the poor bastard.
“What part of leave me alone didn’t you understand?” she said in the Malodonian language.
The man’s guttural insult ended on a high note when she twisted his arm. “Get out of here.” She shoved him, sending him sprawling into a table. He swore again, his epithet translating to the C-word, and scrambled for the door.
“Impressive.” Sonny applauded—from a safe distance.
“The way I took him down?”
“That, and the way you hold your liquor.”
She scowled, but then her lips twitched in a reluctant smile that lit up her face. So she did have a sense of humor. If he had the time…well, maybe he could make some. Once he departed Darius 4, it would be a long while before he could avail himself of feminine companionship. Manny wouldn’t arrive until morning. Perhaps he and the blonde could work something out for tonight?
Tread carefully, though. He’d hate to end up on his knees the way the Malodonian had. Not that the blonde could get him there. Despite being well-toned, she couldn’t beat a cyborg’s nanocyte-enhanced brawn. The image of them naked and wrestling, vying for dominance, brought a smile to his face. He’d win, of course. But he’d allow her to think she had a chance.
“Something amuses you?” she asked.
He wiped the grin off his face. “No, ma’am.”
“Ma’am?” She glowered.
He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Where I come from, ma’am is an expression of respect.”
She jutted her chin. “And where’s that?”
“Texas.” He’d never set foot on that part of Terra, but his great-great-great-grand something or other had settled there centuries ago. “It’s in—”
“I know where Texas is.”
“You’re from Terra, too, then.”
She rolled her eyes. “Good guess.”
In most instances, you could identify a person’s planet of origin from appearance. Malodonians had blue skin, Faria flew on translucent wings, Arcanians gripped their drinks with webbed hands, and Xenians’ golden eyes never blinked. A thick, ridged, pulsing forehead was a dead giveaway you had encountered a Lamis-Odg. Or a kaboom. If the building you were in exploded, chances were good one of them had been in the vicinity.
“I’m Sonny.” He stuck out his hand.
She hesitated for a fraction before she shook it. “Amanda.”
“Nice to meet you.” Her fingers were long and slender, her grip sure and strong. Another good fit.
Come here often? The question would sound like another tired pickup line, but he could use the intel. If she had checked in to the Darius 4 Pleasure Resort for the usual reason—a sexual vacation—he might have a chance with her. He wouldn’t have been on Darius 4 at all, except he and Manny had completed assignments in opposite parts of the galaxy and the resort, located midway, offered a convenient place to rendezvous. “At the risk of being decked, may I buy you a drink?”
Her gaze lingered on the scar zigzagging from his eye to his mouth before traveling down his body to his well-worn boots then up again. The last time he’d gotten such a thorough scan, he’d received a prostate exam, too.