NOTE TO READERS: If you love the work of Anna Hackett and Eve Langlais you will love this. This is a sci fi romance filled with hot sex, strong dominant men and sexy females who know how to hold their own. It’s gritty, confrontational and stream 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 Americanism’s and slang from both languages.
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There was a Commander coming. Earth Corp didn't take to losing a Space Station very well. It didn’t matter that they'd left the population to get on with it. We’re unwilling to risk their own ships against the pirates taking over the sector. They’d lost money and money talks.
It wasn't a problem until it was. Then, they wanted answers. Who'd let it fall into pirate hands, decimating the population and then, allowing Cyborgs to take it? It was her job to get those answers. If they employed her, they had more than just a problem. Her services didn't come cheap, but she came with resources. Resources, that would be needed to deal with this one.
She would do what she did best. Find those responsible and crush them, then deliver the punishment ordered.
The Cyborgs were another matter. They'd declared the Station as in their space, and under their protection. They were not giving it back. In fact, they'd put out job ads encouraging people to apply! That was a first. Morgan had never seen that done before. There was more going on here than they knew and it was her job to find out what.
She had this. A job was a job and her boys were more than a match for the Empire. They would strip out the dead wood and hold those accountable. It wasn't her first time in someone else's back yard and they’d better stay out of her way….
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PAIN.... He'd earn't his name in some of the most deadly engagements the war had to offer. Now he battled for his brothers, to have a life, to be free, to protect those that needed it and to find their future.
So why they were putting up with this political bullshit, he did not know. They were Cyborgs. They fought. Took out the trash. Simple. They didn't do meet and greet. Or they didn't, till now. Having a Space Station to protect and the Admiral taking a wife, had changed things.
And he had his orders. Wait at the docks for this Commander to arrive. Be nice, the Admirals mate had told him. Do what he was good at, she'd told him. Infiltrate and get information. Put on a 'good show.' Show some 'personality.' Pain mentally shook himself. He had no idea what she was talking about. There was little logic in the female.
He was the Admiral’s number 2. Specialist in electronic systems and infiltration. This was a distraction he did not need or want. This Station was theirs. They’d taken it fairly and the humans had survived because they had. It was their future, not Earth Corps.
He surveyed the newcomers disembarking from the cruiser. His patience waning. His systems scanning automatically for who he was looking for. The second he saw her he knew. Pure military. All woman. No one mentioned the Commander was female.
Pain zeroed in on her with his optic, enjoying the view. It had been a while since he'd had a Commander. Scenting the air, he searched for her unique scent. Filtering out everything else until her delicate sweet notes reached his nose and his cock hardened. Pain smiled. He hadn't expected that, anticipation of what was to come, filtered across his sensors and headed south.
Jessie, (pseudonym) is married with sadly no children but 3 wonderful dogs that fill her life with much laughter, joy and love. She is a ‘second mother’ to her foster children, now grown with children of their own who call her grandma and her husband’s two children and her nephews who she accepts, she spoils rotten.
Having been a 30-year career social worker. Now retired due to ill health. And many years of supporting services across all sectors and leading several teams, Jessie has now turned her attention to another love of her life, books.
In a career that required the ability to write court paperwork, lengthy reports, create protocols and procedures, and having been published in a medical journal for a study on addiction, Jessie is now concentrating on producing stories she would love to read and buy herself. When not busy on her lap top you will find her cooking, reading her favourite authors or swimming in the sun, dealing with what life has thrown her way. She hopes you can join her on the adventure…. Contact Jessie @ https://www.facebook.com/Jessie-Rose-...
While I enjoyed this story as much as the first two, there were issues that I didn't have in those.
Everyone mentions the typos/wrong words, and it's not because the author is using British rather than American. It's because she doesn't care to even run it through a Google Doc before publishing. Google would help her fix 98% of what's wrong.
My issues with this story, were the inconsistences in the heroine's thought processes. "Cyborgs don't touch" then she hugs her Cyborgs and they spin her around. She's their "military commander" then in front of others is cutting up with them and telling jokes? I don't have problems with her telling jokes, but the circumstances don't fit with military procedures/actions. Throw in the fact that I kind of thought she was a b**** for most of the story, and I wasn't really cheering for her...
I did love the ending, although that again went against something that was said in book 1 was an intentional act.
These are a series but can be read in any order supposedly. I read in order. There are quite a few grammar and spelling mistakes but overall was easily ignored due to quality of storyline. This is 2nd read thru for me. Very racey but still good story not just sex
Pain is a good story but Jessie needs a better editor . I was never very good at Language mechanics in English class so if I can spot the mistakes it's bad. My only complaints with the story are that pain is a wrong character in the the first half of the book and then kind of wimps out and there needs to be a little more to the ending .