Excerpt: Mated to the Cyborgs (Interstellar Brides: The Colony, # 2) by Grace Goodwin

 

Kristin, Transport Room, The Colony, Base 3

I was warm, a blanket wrapped around me the way I used to love when I was a little girl. The steady beating of a heart soothed me as I nuzzled my cheek into the hard warmth of the man holding me…

Man?

I blinked my eyes. Once, then again and my vision cleared. After that, I blinked again to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. Yes, there were two very big, very hot guys staring down at me. Warden Egara was nowhere to be seen and these men weren’t human. They were beautiful, sexy, their coloring gold and brown with slightly sharper features than a human man would have. The man holding me was darker, with skin a creamy caramel, short brown hair and brown, bedroom eyes I could stare into for hours. He held me as his lighter friend touched my cheek with a gentle finger, lingering on my skin as if he was mesmerized by the sight of me.

The second had pale golden hair and amber eyes, his skin fair with just a hint of gold. His right eye held a hint of silver, and a pale silver patch of skin surrounded his eye and his right temple, the odd color disappearing beneath strands of light-colored hair.

My heart raced as I breathed in the scent of them both. Feral. Hot. So sexy my body responded as if it had just been waiting for me to pay attention, suddenly hot and aching, needy.

I tore my gaze from the men and turned my head to look around. The room was about the size of a two-car garage and utilitarian. I recognized the shiny black flooring and green grid of a transport pad from pictures I’d seen at the Interstellar Brides Processing center. A control station stood a few feet away, empty. I was alone in the room with two aliens, wearing nothing but a blanket as they stared at me like they couldn’t wait to get me naked and fill me with their cocks.

And holy shit, that made me hot.

“Greetings, mate. I am Tyran.” The man holding me rumbled, nuzzling the side of my head with his nose, breathing me in, his dark head a stark contrast to the pale skin of my shoulder where it peeked out from under the blanket.

Mate? Oh, wow. My entire body tensed as the reality processed. I’d known this was going to happen, but talking to the pleasant yet professional Warden Egara on Earth about taking on two dominant warriors of Prillon Prime as mates was one thing. Being here with their massive, powerful bodies towering over me?

I shivered, growing wet as they stared.

Toto, I’m not in Kansas anymore.

Hell, I’m not even on Earth anymore.

“Hello,” I said, my voice a little rough. I cleared my throat and said it again.

Both of them grinned at me, but the second man answered this time, the golden one, his finger moving from my cheek to my bottom lip. “Hello, mate. I am Hunt. Your second.”

The words caused the man holding me to squeeze, my two mates glancing at one another for a long moment as something passed between them I didn’t understand. As if by mutual consent, they both turned and made me the center of attention once more. Tyran held me still and although I’d been in his arms for a long time, he didn’t appear strained at all. That meant either I’d lost weight in transport, or he was much bigger and stronger than I first thought. I looked up at him, wiggling to get out of his arms, but he didn’t set me down, shaking his head instead.

“I am Captain Tyran, mate. I am your Primary Male. Do you understand what that means?” he asked.

 

Mated to the Cyborgs

Interstellar Brides: The Colony Book 2
Grace Goodwin
May 5, 2017

FBI Agent Kristin Webster has spent the last eight years tracking and taking down the worst of humanity. She’s seen too much to believe she could ever trust a human man, but the promise of a perfect match through the Coalition’s Interstellar Brides Program has her settling into the testing chair to be matched to her alien mate. But her match isn’t a male from a distant planet, but two Earth men on the Colony. And the cruelty that evil can spread? It’s not unique to Earth, and it’s not always human.

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Once upon a time, a young girl was born into an average, working class family. The wee little girl, convinced she was not an average child but was, in fact, a fairy princess, longed to leave the mundane world behind and live her dreams. She grew up, went to school, and when she’d grown too big to wear tutus and tiaras in public without drawing unwanted attention, turned to writing down her fantasies instead. Now a bit older, her fantasies have grown to include sexually dominant men who know how to ensure a woman’s pleasure. Grace believes all women should be treated like princesses, in the bedroom and out of it, and writes love stories where men know how to make their women feel pampered, protected and very well taken care of. She currently lives in Oregon where she spends her days writing, and her nights in the arms of her very own Prince. 

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