Note to Readers: This is a Happily Ever After sci fi Hot romance novel. Book 12, in the sci fi space adventure series, Galactic Cyborg Heat Series. It’s not for the faint hearted, 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!
Mainly in British English, with Americanism’s and slang from both languages.
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Hawk woke from the dream sweating and agitated again. The same dream had been plaguing him for weeks now, since the Admiral had given him his orders, search out the new world. Hawk automatically set a diagnostic, but he knew what it would tell him. Nothing. He’d tried to shake the dream and failed. It was not logical. He did not know the female and yet, in his dream he did.
Hawk remembered how desperate he’d been to get to her each time, how much he wanted to hold her, taste her, and how badly he’d failed. She was gone each time before he could reach her. Confusion swept over him as Hawk shut down his emotions. Cyborgs didn’t fail or need much sleep, but he knew this was weakening him.
The feeling that he was missing something, wouldn’t leave him. He had no reason to hunt the female. No reason for her to invade his dreams. So why did every instinct in him, cry out for him to find her? Quickly, before it’s too late…
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Franny crouched behind the wall. She was sick of this war. Sick of the dirt, sick of the death but mostly, she was pissed as hell. Her team were losing their edge, and someone was going to end up dead. It had been a close call that time. She’d been playing cat and mouse for weeks with these guys and that, had been too close for comfort.
Franny looked at the compound. Screaming could be heard from one of the huts. She gripped her gun harder and nodded to her second. They moved silently towards the hut, unseen in the darkness, or so she thought, until the recoil on the laser pistol, told her otherwise. Franny turned slowly towards it. A gun was pointed at her number two. Dam it, they’d been sloppy and not seen the soldier, she was so tired of this shit.
Franny silently withdrew her knife and from her hidden position, sprang into action, one less to worry about…
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