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Jan 16, 2016

Mated with the Cyborg by Cara Bristol

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Mated with the Cyborg by Cara Bristol
Cy-Ops Book Two

Mated with the CyborgA man with a mission and a woman with a secret that jeopardizes their lives and the fate of the galaxy...

Kai Andros’s orders were simple.
Get in.
Gather the intel on the terrorist organization.
Get out.

Then he met her. Mariska. Beautiful. Innocent. Ignorant of her father’s atrocities. And marked for death.

His orders said nothing about saving her. But he did. He went off-mission.

Can a rogue cyborg outrun both Cyber Operations and the terrorists to save the woman he loves?

Genre: Erotic Sci Fi Romance
Content/Theme(s): Cyborgs, Androids, Futuristic, Alpha males
Release Date: January 5, 2016
Publisher: Indie

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HOLY HELL! KAI Andros almost fell over. This was what Lamis-Odg considered deformed, ugly? Fortunately, his black contact lenses concealed most of his shock. Intel intercepted by Cyber Operations had reported the fifth daughter of one of the most infamous terrorists had a “significant facial defect.” Her eight sisters had been married—mated was the term these people used—but no one wanted her, fearing she would produce hideous offspring.

He hadn’t seen her face until now.

In the genetic game of chance, Mariska had been dealt a royal flush. She was fucking gorgeous.

Don’t gawk! A real android wouldn’t react, but as a cyborg, a red-blooded heterosexual man working undercover as a robot, how could he not? Her creamy skin was flawless without so much as a bump or a freckle. She had regal features, a classical nose, large symmetrically placed golden-brown eyes, and a full, pink mouth drooped in obvious distress, though no less alluring for it. He would have sworn she had some Terran blood, except the notoriously xenophobic Lamis-Odg wouldn’t have “tainted” their gene pool with the DNA of another race.

He glanced at Janai. White and red, old and new scars crisscrossed her mottled skin. Besides the irregular ridges outlining her face, two lumps protruded from her forehead like vestigial horns. Talk about unattractive—

“I have found someone to ignore your imperfections and take you as his….concubine.” Obido averted his gaze as if he couldn’t bear the sight of his daughter.

Her throat moved as she swallowed. “May I ask who?”

“You do not know him, but his name is Zog.”

Kai ran the name through his microprocessor. The identification popped up. That couldn’t be right. Maybe the information was outdated ? His databank hadn’t been refreshed in a couple of months. Maybe there was another Zog of another race?

The general eyed his daughter. “Do you still bear the mark?”


“Show me.”

Her hands shook as she pulled aside the neckline of her dress to reveal a small, rosy splotch. Nothing remarkable, just an insignificant reddish birthmark removable with a simple laser treatment, but the general’s face tightened with displeasure, and he executed a sharp pivot. “Cover up.”

She reattached the veil before she adjusted her clothing.

“You leave tomorrow,” Obido said. “If you please the Ka-Tȇ, we’ll send others, and, in exchange, we will be permitted to establish an outpost on Katnia.”

Fuck. Zog was Ka-Tȇ. Obido had sentenced his daughter to a savage death. Didn’t he have any idea who the Ka-Tȇ were? What they did?

The bipedal alien race more resembled hairless, tailless panthers than anything humanoid or Odgidianoid. Ka-Tȇ had sharp teeth and six fingered hands tipped by razor claws with which they slashed and tore at their mates during sex. A non Ka-Tȇ species, Mariska would not survive. How could a father do this to his daughter? Did she have any idea what fate awaited her? From her calm demeanor, Kai doubted it.

“As the Great One wills it, I shall obey.” She confirmed his hunch about her ignorance. “Will R981 accompany me?”

“No, there will be no need. He will be reassigned. You are dismissed.”
* * * *
Returning to the women’s cloister, Kai marveled at her calm. Her respiration and heart rate, monitored by his cybersenses, detected no agitation. Rather, she appeared more relaxed than when she’d entered her father’s office. Inappropriately relaxed.

“You are familiar with the Ka-Tȇ?” He mimicked an android’s digital voice.

“No, but I will find out soon enough.”

“I cannot accompany you.” Nothing about this mission had turned out as expected. “Perhaps you should not go,” he said, and winced. Androids didn’t seek to influence.

Mariska picked up on his slip right away. She halted and stared at him.

“Not without me. I am programmed to protect you.” He attempted to cover his error.

“You’re here to report to my father.”

“I am assigned to you.”

“By my father.”

“And you do not like that.”

She started walking again. “It is what it is.”

He had a lot of questions for her, but he needed to contact Cy-Ops Director Carter Aymes ASAP and update him about the change in circumstances. His orders had been to use Mariska to get close to Obido. If she wasn’t here—then what? They entered the section reserved for Obido’s mates and his daughters, of which only Mariska remained since the others had been mated. Kai deposited her outside the door of her personal quarters.

After she scanned in, she faced him. “You don’t need to come inside. I would like to be alone.”

“I must conduct a security check.”

“My quarters are safe.”

From outside intruders—yes. The odds were 96 percent she was right. Security was so tight, it was highly unlikely anyone who didn’t belong could get aboard. He had—but only by being shipped “from the factory” in a manufacturing carton. The transport wouldn’t have bothered an android, but Kai had nearly frozen his nuts off in the cargo hold. If not for his nanocytes, which had regulated his body temp, he might have succumbed to hypothermia.

Still, it proved Obido’s defenses weren’t 100 percent impenetrable.

After what he’d witnessed, her own people posed the greatest threat to her life. Her father wanted her dead. Why? “I must perform my duty. I must search your quarters,” he said in his affected android voice.

She sighed. “All right, but be quick.”

Tapestries of landscapes draped the walls of her sitting room. If the scenes accurately represented the planet—and the information in his database indicated they did—Lamis-Odg was arid. Desert-like, with rolling sand dunes sweeping across a barren planet, broken by the occasional scrubby tree.

Four low, armless couches took up most of the space in her parlor area, but in the five weeks he had been her attendant, no one had visited. Except for meals with female family members, she remained alone.

He activated his internal electronic bug detector and swept the room for new spy devices. The only one he found was the old one, embedded in the 3D emblem of the Lamis-Odg seal positioned on a corner table. He swiveled his head as if conducting a visual inspection. “All clear,” he announced loudly to ensure the audio would pick up his voice.

He proceeded to her sleeping quarters. A low divan covered in fabrics served as her bed. More tapestries adorned the walls, these of some carnivorous-appearing flowers his computer database identified as native flora. Centered in one menacing blossom was a microdot camera. He checked the bathing facility, a ChemShower and liquid-producing basin combo. She’d been granted a modicum of privacy there—he’d previously noted only an audio transmitter.

His internal scanner had detected the bugs the first time he’d entered her quarters, but removing the spy devices would have signaled awareness of them. So all he could do was watch his words. Ironically, common areas afforded the best opportunity for open conversation, except Mariska rarely ventured out in public.

“Clear,” he pronounced her sleeping and bathing chambers.

“As I would expect,” she said. “I doubt anyone could sneak onto the space station undetected, and, if anyone did, it is doubtful he would hide in my quarters.”

“I am performing my duty.” At least giving the appearance of doing so.

“Are you satisfied that I’m safe now?”

Less than ever. “Yes.”

“Then please leave me. I wish to be alone.”
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Other titles by Cara Bristol:
Stranded with
the Cyborg
The Goddess's
to Terms
Words for
Nice Writers
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Be on the lookout for Cara Bristol's future release(s): Bound, Spanked and Loved anthology coming mid Jan 2016 and Captured by the Cyborg coming Mar 2016

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