Einstein was probably the only cyborg in existence with no interest in the opposite sex, until he discovers B785. With her sensual nature and quirky sense of humor, she draws this cybernetic geek out of his scientific shell and teaches him the one thing he’s never understood – passion.
Tired of being a slave to the military, Bonnie went to sleep one day with the intention of never waking up, but she didn’t count on a cybernetic prince charming bringing her back to life. Coming to terms with her past isn’t easy, but harder still is the realization that even a bionic princess can fall in love.
However, all fairy tales have a villain, and despite the fact the military wrote them both off as a loss, they soon discover they’ll need to fight to have their happily ever after. The Cyborgs: More Than Machines books can be read as stand alone stories, however, for total reader enjoyment it is recommended you read them in order.
Excerpt (Adults 18+ please):
Leaving aside her ribs, and barely touching upon her breasts—globes which ached for his hands to cup them—Einstein palpated the skin behind her ears.
“Interesting,” he muttered.
“What is?” Other than the fact he could forgo groping her boobs, but get intrigued by her boring ears.
“I feel no sign of the port you mentioned. No indentation, or ridge. If you hadn’t told me of its existence, I would have never known it was there.”
“It is. You can slice me open and take a peek if you’d like.”
“Not necessary. I believe you. Besides it would serve no purpose. I don’t have a computer I can safely hook you up to. Even if I don’t believe you harbor any hidden time bombs, I prefer to exercise caution. I will wait until we get back to my main lab. I have a computer that lacks both wireless connectivity and is apart from the mainframe. A safe machine if you will that I can use to explore your direct access without introducing any viruses to our mainframe.” Einstein stepped back from her. “You may get up now.”
“So I’m clean, charming?”
“As far as I can tell. You may clothe yourself.”
“That’s it? You barely touched me.”
“Visually, I detected no anomalies or lumps beneath your skin.”
“But you didn’t really check my breasts.” She cupped them, enjoying how his gaze couldn’t seem to move from her hands.
“I—Uh, the, um scan was able to ascertain nothing but fatty tissues in your mammary glands. No need for me to palpate.”
No need except for the fact she would have enjoyed it. She sat up, the sheet hugging the top of her breasts but leaving her shoulders bare. “You didn’t do any probing though.”
Boy did that fluster him. He turned away quickly, idly shuffling the tools on his tray. “That seems unnecessarily intrusive.”
“Then don’t do it for science. Do it for fun.”
“Excuse me?” He whirled with a confused expression marring his face.
“Come on, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t like to touch me there.” She peeked at him coyly through her lashes.
“It wouldn’t be appropriate.”
“Screw appropriate. I think you should be thorough, charming.” She inched the sheet up her thigh, exposing the skin, watching his riveted gaze, the evident desire thrumming through him feeding her own arousal. How she wanted him to throw off his standoffish demeanor and caress her. “Touch me,” she demanded in a husky voice. “I won’t mind. And I know you’d like it.”
He shook his head. “No thank you.”
“Come on. I owe you for waking me up.”
For some reason this brought a rigidness to his muscles. “You owe me nothing. You are free now, Bonnie. Despite what the military expected, you do not have to offer yourself to me or anyone. Your body is your own.”
Good to know. But it didn’t change the fact she was strangely aroused by this reticent man. “Well since the choice is mine, why can’t I choose to ask you for sex?”
“Because? That’s not an answer, charming.” She strode toward him, hips undulating, fascinated by the way he swallowed hard, and held himself so tightly wound. Before she could reach out and touch him, he stumbled back.
“I’m needed on the bridge. Why don’t you take some time to rest and when you wake, I can have someone show you the ship while I slumber.” He said this all in a rush of words before practically running out the door. Heck, he almost slammed into the portal so quickly did he dash.
Way to make a girl feel good, and leave me feeling horny. But he’d be back. After all, this was his room. And when he did return, she’d be waiting.
So far this series has been a vanilla MF, BUT ménage lovers will be glad to know that I am planning an MFM one. I'm going to be introducing the possible cybernetic males for that one probably in book 4, so keep a look out. Because if one cyborg in the bedroom is fun...can you imagine the decadence with two?