TThis is the Galactic Cyborg Heat Series. Full of hot passionate males set in the Galactic Cyborg world of dominance.
This is a HEA, Hot Romantic Fiction Novel. A tantalizing story of passions and desires, that unexpectedly brings together two people from different worlds. A stand-alone novel that is best supported by reading the other books in this series but not doing so won’t spoil your enjoyment.
Enjoy!
Written in mainly British English, it has American words and language throughout.
*****
He’d been following the female for a while now.
Days in fact. Watching her from a distance.
The sadness she was exuding filled her wake as she walked. Her natural scent masked by odour. She wasn’t caring for herself and held the slightest of male scents. Human females that mixed in company would pick up others essence easily enough. Washing clothing together, eating together, sharing space, sleeping together, having sex. Touching the things that belonged to someone else or picking up essence from where someone else had just been.
Transference was easy.
But he couldn’t seem to identify the human male in those around her. He’d looked over the past few days wanting to find the person responsible. And it wasn’t strong enough to be sexual. That alone had given the male a reprieve. His optic and logic telling him that if there had been a male he was no longer around.
It was a residual scent. An old one.
And he couldn’t seem to stay away. Driven to want to know her sadness.
He’d been surprised that first time finding the scent in the air so alluring and yet the female such a mess.
Curious, needing answers, he’d followed.
He’d been sent here by the Empire, his troop to work on security. Seeing her cross the street, at first, he’d been concerned for her lack of awareness and unkempt state. Walking passed people, not really seeing them, crossing the street with very little concern for vehicles. And without conscious thought, he’d followed her at a distance. Needing to make sure she got to where she was going without injury or incident.
And only in her wake did he catch that sadness on the air. The emptiness he knew so well. And desolation in the female.
Knowing what it was. She was grieving. The closer he’d become, the more aware of it he was.
But death wasn’t quite right. It was a loss but not death. Someone was gone from her life but still lived.
A husband or partner no longer with her maybe.
Her essence stank of betrayal and unforgiving loss.
His optic showing his emotions in a corner of his artificial eye on his optic.
His emotions might be shut off, but they still showed. Not that he needed to see it to guide him to reading her. He could do that easily enough. She wasn’t hiding anything. Every emotion in her life was …. There. If you cared to look hard enough and what he found, it was clear he didn’t like. His data suggested answers as to who was responsible. But he didn’t need to see it, it was the most logical answer and this was how she’d ended up.
It was the betrayal that struck him most. How humans did that to others. But he knew all about that. He’d spent decades at the hands of humans in captivity. Memories he could lock away, his emotions still turned off.
Only the female couldn't lock her memories away. She had to live with them or in this case, was hiding from them, making herself ill, at risk. And that was not acceptable.
The male, whoever he was, would answer for this…..
Genre: Paranormal Romance
This is a HEA, Hot Romantic Fiction Novel. A tantalizing story of passions and desires, that unexpectedly brings together two people from different worlds. A stand-alone novel that is best supported by reading the other books in this series but not doing so won’t spoil your enjoyment.
Enjoy!
Written in mainly British English, it has American words and language throughout.
*****
He’d been following the female for a while now.
Days in fact. Watching her from a distance.
The sadness she was exuding filled her wake as she walked. Her natural scent masked by odour. She wasn’t caring for herself and held the slightest of male scents. Human females that mixed in company would pick up others essence easily enough. Washing clothing together, eating together, sharing space, sleeping together, having sex. Touching the things that belonged to someone else or picking up essence from where someone else had just been.
Transference was easy.
But he couldn’t seem to identify the human male in those around her. He’d looked over the past few days wanting to find the person responsible. And it wasn’t strong enough to be sexual. That alone had given the male a reprieve. His optic and logic telling him that if there had been a male he was no longer around.
It was a residual scent. An old one.
And he couldn’t seem to stay away. Driven to want to know her sadness.
He’d been surprised that first time finding the scent in the air so alluring and yet the female such a mess.
Curious, needing answers, he’d followed.
He’d been sent here by the Empire, his troop to work on security. Seeing her cross the street, at first, he’d been concerned for her lack of awareness and unkempt state. Walking passed people, not really seeing them, crossing the street with very little concern for vehicles. And without conscious thought, he’d followed her at a distance. Needing to make sure she got to where she was going without injury or incident.
And only in her wake did he catch that sadness on the air. The emptiness he knew so well. And desolation in the female.
Knowing what it was. She was grieving. The closer he’d become, the more aware of it he was.
But death wasn’t quite right. It was a loss but not death. Someone was gone from her life but still lived.
A husband or partner no longer with her maybe.
Her essence stank of betrayal and unforgiving loss.
His optic showing his emotions in a corner of his artificial eye on his optic.
His emotions might be shut off, but they still showed. Not that he needed to see it to guide him to reading her. He could do that easily enough. She wasn’t hiding anything. Every emotion in her life was …. There. If you cared to look hard enough and what he found, it was clear he didn’t like. His data suggested answers as to who was responsible. But he didn’t need to see it, it was the most logical answer and this was how she’d ended up.
It was the betrayal that struck him most. How humans did that to others. But he knew all about that. He’d spent decades at the hands of humans in captivity. Memories he could lock away, his emotions still turned off.
Only the female couldn't lock her memories away. She had to live with them or in this case, was hiding from them, making herself ill, at risk. And that was not acceptable.
The male, whoever he was, would answer for this…..
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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