Bonded to the Cyborg - Scifi Alien Invasion Romance

By Gloria Martin

Josiah's mission is to travel to Earth to observe and gain all the information he could about human women. His race is endangered and needs women from Earth to help rebuild the Rodonian population. Josiah is simply carrying out his duty on Earth when he comes across Melanie. She enraptures him and all he can do is watch her from afar. Melanie knows someone had been following her around for some time now and when she figures out it is Josiah she confronts him in a passionate argument that leads to much more. Melanie can't fathom why she feels so attracted to Josiah, or why she feels as if she had known him for a lifetime. The two fall in love almost instantly and then Melanie finds out that Josiah is not human at all. He explains himself to her and asks Melanie to return with him to his home planet Rodon. On their way back, Rodon suffers a disaster, and Melanie and Josiah must help save the planet and its people from extinction. Who knows if they'll make it out alive and get to live the happily ever after Josiah envisioned for them on his planet? 

**A standalone short story, with no cliffhangers.**

• Language: English
• Publisher: American Science Fiction Romance Club
• Release date: Nov 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386592983

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Bonded to the Cyborg

Chapter 1

Josiah

J osiah, you have a summons. It seems Lord Rixon requires your presence, I looked up from the seemingly normal knee I was reconstructed with. It appeared unassuming to outsiders, but I could feel the slight mechanical flex and pull of the joint whenever I moved it. A courier, his name was Don I recalled, stepped into my room in the recovery quarters of the medical center and handed me the thick stationary.

A handwritten summons? I mumbled. The courier nodded, adjusted the badge he wore on his uniformed combat armor and then held his hands at ease behind his back. Couriers were at the lowest rank in our army, but they were trained harder than even some specialized combat warriors. The couriers had to be able to deliver messages through any given situation, save for their own deaths, which was something they were trained to avoid almost as much as their failing to deliver a message.

Yes sir, Lord Rixon ordered me to bring this to you urgently. He would like you to report to him immediately, the courier answered my largely rhetorical question and looked at me expectantly. I stood up from the bed and almost missed the aches and cracks of my old organic body. This one I had now, with new parts, felt too new. It needed some getting used to perhaps.

I nodded to the courier to lead the way and we exited the medical facility to walk to the nearest Tele Port. The usual bustling streets of the city Voltaire were unusually sparse. The war had wrecked our planet and all the inhabitants within. Planet Rodon would never be the same. The war though, was largely over, save for a few skirmishes of straggling warships here and there about the galaxy. I had wondered what Lord Rixon could have wanted with me. I was nearly killed in a stealth operation gone terribly wrong. If anything Lord Rixon would probably want to demote me as a specialized agent. Specialized agents did not get dismembered on assignment.

The courier and I stepped into the glass enclosure and he tapped the side panel that would bring the Tele Port to life. He typed in our destination and gave the clearance we needed to get to the palace grounds and then the familiar shifting sensation beneath our feet started. The world around us melded into bright rainbow colors and then it all stopped. The palace courtyard emerged into view around us and a guard opened the Tele Port’s sliding door to escort us out.

Lord Rixon has been awaiting your arrival Josiah, said a guard. The guard was tall, broad shouldered and stocky. He wore the customary gold plated armor over his white uniform that was much like the couriers. My intrigue was piqued and I wondered what was so pressing that the overseer of our planet and king of our race wanted to have a meeting with me in person.

The courier left. I followed behind the guard through the picturesque courtyard filled with plants and colorful flowers, through the large grand, golden double doors, and directly into the grand hall. The hall was elegant and had an air of understated opulence to it. The floors and pillars that lined the room were made of the same gold-veined white marble. The hall was decorated in crimson tapestries to reflect the blood our kind had lost in the war. Lord Rixon was sitting on his throne towards the front of the room and he was fiddling with his tall scepter rather anxiously. He looked up and his golden eyes widened with purpose and if I was not mistaken, excitement.

"Josiah, I’ve been awaiting your arrival. Thank you