P A I N. Set your passions Free *****: Galactic Cyborg Heat Series Book 3 (Galactic Cyborg Heat #3)

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. It’s gritty, confrontational and steam 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, allowed 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 earnt his name in some of the deadliest engagements the war had offered. 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. He was deliciously uncomfortable and she was all business and wasn't going to like this …

His systems fired, his blood heating.