Revealing conversational snippets from Captured by the Cyborg
By Cara Bristol
When Illumina Smith needs a place to hide, she gets a job at a spacecraft manufacturing plant deep below the surface of the moon Deceptio. The “Moonbeam” factory is owned by Dale Homme, a cyborg and former cyber operative. Illumina thinks she’s safe. But is she? Some quotes from Captured by the Cyborg:
“Why are you here? What’s your story?”
“If you’re running from something, you’d be better served if you tried to blend in.”
“Moonbeam’s isolation can cause people to go a little crazy.”
“I’m not violating any rules, am I?”
“You’d imprison me?”
“Some of the most beautiful things are toxic.”Some of the most beautiful things are toxic ~ Quotes from Captured by the Cyborg by @CaraBristol Click To Tweet
“And sometimes they’re just beautiful.”
“The mistake was in what we did. Let’s not compound it. Let’s agree to go our separate ways.”
“You will always be mine. Till passing do us part.”
“I always keep my promises.”
Captured by the Cyborg
Sometimes the biggest risk is to one’s heart….
An ex-Cyber Operations field agent, Dale Homme has kissed danger and betrayal more times than he cares to count. Now he runs a clandestine factory beneath the surface of the moon Deceptio, where confidentiality and security matter more than anything. When a beautiful young woman arrives seeking a job, Dale knows within minutes she’s lying. Everything about her is false: her past, the people she claims to know, her reason for being on Deceptio. Illumina Smith? Even her name is an alias.
Logic says send her packing. His gut says she’s in trouble. She needs him. So he’ll do anything to keep her safe….even if it means keeping her captive.
Captured by the Cyborg is third in the Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance series but is written to be read as a stand-alone novella.
Captured by the Cyborg is available in ebook and paperback.
The woman’s head didn’t reach his shoulder. But what she lacked in stature, she compensated for with hair.
Shimmering, silvery-blonde waves of it tumbled to her hips. The platinum shade didn’t reflect light, it radiated it, almost as if the individual strands were composed of fibers of light itself. Although women could and did take chemical supplements to alter pigment at the cellular level, and platinum hair was not unusual, the combined effect of the color and shine was. Striking under the harsh artificial illumination—what would it look like in moonlight?
In a complete violation of propriety, he reached out to touch. He caught himself and snapped his hand to his side, calling upon his nanocytes to stamp out the kindling of desire. Turned on by a job candidate’s hair. This is what happened when you didn’t get laid often enough. Not entirely his fault though. He’d planned to visit the Darius 4 pleasure resort, until Lamis-Odg terrorists had destroyed the place. Under reconstruction, reopening hadn’t been scheduled yet.
He forced his attention away from her hair.
And noticed her clothing. What the hell was she wearing? Masculine, almost military-style trousers in a fabric mottled in various shades of tan led to clunky coyote-brown boots. A loose-fitting jacket in the same variegated pattern covered her top half. Fatigues—but from what century? The twenty-first maybe? Where had she acquired the getup?
“Mr. Homme?” Gray eyes met his in a direct stare. “I’m Illumina Smith. Thank you for seeing me.” Her voice tinkled like chimes blowing in a gentle wind, but the hand that seized his gripped like a steel clamp.
It’s not an arm wrestling match. He hid his amusement while noting the slenderness of her bone structure. His thumb and index finger would overlap if he were to encircle her wrist. “Come in. Have a seat.” He gestured.
She lurched with a jerky, awkward gait to the chair and sat, her posture rigid. Her robotic movement was so opposite the grace he’d expected, he ran a quick scan. No, not android. An organic, sentient life-form, but not human either.
“Your name is very unusual.” He plopped into his sensa-chair, which immediately conformed to the shape of his body and began a massage.
A tiny furrow creased her forehead. “Smith is a common Terran surname.”
If she was Terran, he was a six-eyed, webbed-handed Arcanian. “I meant Illumina.”
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol has published more than twenty-five erotic romance titles, including contemporary and science fiction romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.