Kayla’s Hunter #romance #scifi #spaceport

BLURB:

Hunter is a cyborg working for the military wing of the Interplanetary Alliance, with an obsession he just can’t shake. Four years ago, he met a woman on Rigerion IV and spent the night with her. The sex was incredible. When he woke the next morning she was gone and no matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t find her.

When he discovers that she is the captain of one of the most brazen pirate ships in this quadrant, he makes it his personal goal to track her down and punish her. Problem is, despite her status as one of the most notorious pirates in the galaxy, she was bred to be a submissive sex slave, so punishment just makes her hot! What’s a cyborg to do?

EXCERPT:

“Deploy the aft lazar array! Now!” Kayla jerked her body hard to the right, her neural implants signaling the ship to mimic her actions. She felt a grudging respect for the captain of the Intrepid as they narrowly avoided another volley from its photon cannons. This wasn’t the first battle the two ships had engaged in, but if she didn’t catch a lucky break soon, it might be the last.

“The primary engines are overheating! We need to shut them down before they blow.” Aygar, her second-in-command, threw her a panicked look as he diverted more coolant to the engines. “They’ve been at redline too long.”

“If we drop to secondary engines, we might as well surrender now.” Kayla tossed her head back to clear the unruly red tresses from her eyes. “We’ll make a run for the asteroid field. If we can slip between the orbiting rubble, the Intrepid will have to break off. They can’t maneuver that big mother of a ship in such close quarters.”

Aygar nodded, his expression grim. He’d never let her down, and Kayla knew he’d do his best to hold the ship together until they reached safety.

For a while, it looked like they might just pull it off. Kayla dared to hope. The asteroid field loomed close. The Intrepid kept up a steady barrage of fire, but with her enhanced reactions, she managed to dodge the more lethal shots.

“There!” She maneuvered the ship between two chunks of space debris, a triumphant grin dying on her lips at the sudden silence. Shit! “Bring the secondary engines online. Now, damn it!”

“Aye, Captain.”

Too late. The Intrepid’s bulk swooped in to block their only escape route.

“Damn. Damn. Damn!” Kayla slammed her fist down on the weapons’ console in front of her, gritting her teeth in frustration. Escape had been so close!

“Sorry, Captain. Those engines should have been replaced, or at least overhauled two standard years ago. I told you they were in rough shape.” Aygar stared glumly at the massive warship on the forward display screen. “Now what are we going to do?”

Kayla closed her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. It wasn’t his fault. She’d gambled on those engines and lost. “Now we hope Hunter’s in a good mood.”

* * *

“So nice of you to join me.” He looked even more intimidating in person than he had in the video conference, if that was possible. Hunter loomed over her, his massive frame dwarfing her own generous proportions. Immense ropes of muscle strained against the tight material of his Alliance uniform, and those piercing blue eyes seemed to look right through her to her innermost secrets. Hunter was the type of male she’d been bred to crave, bred to satisfy in every conceivable way. Bred to fuck. An alpha-male cyborg. Kayla suppressed the shudder of pure lust that swept through her. Now was not the time to let her genetic programming overcome years of hard work.

She schooled her features to a bland calm. “You didn’t leave me a whole lot of alternatives.”

“No, I didn’t, did I.” The smile that curved his lips held no humor. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you.” Taking a step forward, he grasped her wrists and slapped on a set of immobilizer cuffs. She could feel the effects immediately, draining her arms of their ability to move. At least he hadn’t set the damn things to maximum. He turned to the man at his side. “Blake, take her down to my stateroom and set the cuffs to high. That should keep her out of trouble until I’m done with her crew. And the damned Alliance paperwork.”

Blake looked up at his commanding officer. “Don’t you need to log her as one of the prisoners?”

Hunter gave a negative movement of his head. “She and I have unfinished business. As far as the Alliance is concerned, the captain of the pirate ship Defiant didn’t survive the attack.”

“But…” Blake’s voice trailed off as Hunter stared pointedly at him. “Okay then. Your stateroom it is.” Taking her by the arm, Blake led Kayla out of the landing bay.

The walk to Hunter’s stateroom was longer than she expected, down corridor after long corridor. The place was a maze of intersecting passages and zero G drop tubes. By the time Blake palmed the control panel to the captain’s stateroom, she was sure she’d never be able to find her way back to the bridge.

“The captain is a good guy.” Blake didn’t sound very sure of the fact. “He must have a reason for keeping your presence a secret from the Alliance.”

Yeah. Like he intended to punish her personally for all the time he’d spent chasing her around the galaxy. Every time she’d turned around, the Intrepid had been there, harassing her. Somewhere back in the last double moon phase, she’d started to wonder if it were personal. Still, the idea of being turned over to the Alliance didn’t thrill her, so for now she’d play nice.

“Could you take these cuffs off? I hate the way they make my arms feel. I promise I’ll stay here and wait for the captain.” She tried out one of her most charming smiles. Sometimes her breeding paid off. “I’d never find my way around this ship anyways.”

“Sorry. Captain ordered full immobilization, and he likes to be obeyed. You might want to find a comfortable spot before I set them.”

“No!” Kayla took a step backward, a ball of dread coalescing in her belly. She knew her fear showed on her face, and she didn’t care. “I promise I’ll be good. Please, don’t do that.”

Blake had the grace to look upset, but he shook his head. “Captain’s orders. No way I can ignore them and stay on this ship. If you lie down on the bed first, it won’t be so bad.”

Not so bad? Obviously, the SOB had never had immobilizer cuffs used on him! They literally froze the entire nervous system and left the victim unable to do so much as blink. The creche where she’d spent her first ten years had been fond of using them to discipline the girls when they didn’t jump fast enough to obey orders. Sex slaves were expected to obey without hesitation, and they were all bred to be sex slaves. Submissive sex slaves.

Kayla had been a very stubborn child, and she’d spent more time in those cuffs than she cared to remember. So, she knew. They were bad, really bad.

But she wouldn’t beg. She never begged. Taking a deep breath, she schooled her features to show no emotions as she sat down and let the chair mold itself to her shape. Satisfied with the fit, she held out her arms.

“I really am sorry.” The discomfort on Blake’s face afforded her a small amount of satisfaction. “Are you sure you don’t want to lie on the bed? The captain could be awhile.”

Not likely. The last thing she wanted was to have Hunter walk in and see her lying spread-eagled on his bed like some sort of pagan sacrifice.

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She has a plan…

Kidnapping the Cyborg

 (Terras Five #6)

By Anne Kane

Genres: Sci –Fi, Cyborgs, romance

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Blurb:

Life in the Breeders Enclave on Terras Five was comfortable. Safe. Boring! Abigail wanted more than that. She wanted to explore the galaxy, have a career, enjoy all the freedoms that a human female took for granted. In order to do that she needed to get off -planet, and in order to accomplish that, she needed help. Male help.

She had a plan.

Jackson was flattered that the young female chose him to sire her offspring, and he was more than willing to play his part and to make sure she enjoyed the experience as much as he did. What he wasn’t prepared for being kidnapped at weapons point and forced to help the young breeder escape. Of course, he could have disarmed her and foiled her plan, but where’s the fun in that?

Excerpt:

Abigail stretched languidly on the circular sleeping platform, making sure the male Cyborg got a generous eyeful of her luscious curves. She hadn’t counted on this, counted on it being him, the incredibly sexy male she’d met so long ago. Then again this wasn’t really a bad thing. The attraction she felt for him would make it easier to go through with her plan.

His name was Jackson. Jackson Firestorm. She’d almost snorted her drink out through her nose when she read that on the choices sheet. In a way, the absurdity of his family name was the reason she’d chosen him from the six breeding options presented for her approval.

Of course, she hadn’t realized she’d already met Jackson Firestorm. Or that she’d had a crush on him since she’d been a child. She only knew him as the Cyborg who’d appeared out of nowhere to save her and her friends.

Would he remember the wide-eyed girl child he’d plucked from the wreckage of the crashed spaceship? To him, she would have been just one more orphan who needed help, but to her he’d been a hero, larger than life. He’d saved her life and that of her crèche mates. She’d developed an immediate crush. As a youngling, she’d spent many hours daydreaming about the deliciously sexy Cyborg.

Jackson slid the entrance to the cubicle closed with a soft click, his eyes darkening as they swept over her lounging figure.

She curved her lips up in a smile, trying to look more confident than she felt. She’d never done this before, never joined with a male. Until this very moment, she hadn’t considered what effect that would have on her plan.

Last moon cycle, she’d hacked into the breeder database and altered her records to show that she’d already had several lovers. If the powers that be had known this was her first coupling, they would have insisted on sending her an older male, one with enough experience to ease her into the breeder lifestyle, make it a glowing experience.

That didn’t fit her needs at all. She needed a male she could dupe into lowering his guard. A younger male, one who would let lust overrule his Cyborg training and naturally cautious nature. At least, that was the plan.

“You are beautiful.” His voice low and gravelly, he crossed the space between them, stopping at the edge of the sleeping platform to shed his robe. His words were the formal greeting of a male summoned to lay with a breeder. “I am honored that you chose me to sire your offspring. I humbly hope my efforts bring success.”

Naked. Beneath the robe, he was completely, gloriously, naked. Thick ropes of muscle covered every inch of his body, sliding smoothly as he moved. Male. He was all male and a very mouthwatering one at that. It took an amazing effort on her part not to stare at his cock, curving hard and ready from the nest of curls at his groin.

Damn. She just might enjoy the part of her plan that required her to have sex with Jackson Firestorm.

Batting her lashes in what she hoped was an enticing gesture, she patted the sleeping platform beside her. “Come here.”

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Author Bio

 Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog who’s breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and her fate was sealed when she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing and just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission. Since then she had published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.

Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.

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