Taming Her Cyborg: Trizonnen Colonies, #1

By Astrid Eliasen

***Previously published as Saved By A Cyborg and Taught By A Cyborg***

I traded my body for freedom, but instead I got a mate.

Exiled to the toxic desert, I wasn't supposed to survive the night. I closed my eyes, ready to let the shifting sands take me, but something else got to me first.
A cyborg. A ruthless feral beast of a man.
I thought they were a myth, but the way my body comes alive at my captor's touch is no dream. He saved me and I owe him, but I don't want to stay with a monster.
The cyborg clan's meddling doctor convinces me that I could be free if I give myself to their domineering leader, the cyborg who saved me. But he lied. One night of incredible passion isn't enough. Now my captor's nanites are running through my veins in an unbreakable bond that traps me worse than the deadly sands.
We may be mates, but can a grumpy cyborg heart really feel love?

This spicy instalove romance is set on a dangerous world with threats and violence and heroic cyborgs who truly love their women. If you like forced proximity, lusty heroes, and strong women who won't back down from a challenge, you'll love Jane and Byte's story.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Astrid Eliasen
• Release date: Nov 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223563174

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Taming Her Cyborg

Astrid Eliasen

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Copyright © 2019 by Astrid Eliasen

All rights reserved.

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

One

You can’t do this to me!

I thrashed against my captors’ gloved hands, fighting to get free. The rags covering my chest shifted with the force of my struggle, but the curves that once enticed them were now poison to the burly men’s eyes. There was no point in trying to cover myself. Preserving my dignity would do nothing to save my life. My only hope was to fight.

The men clamped down on my forearms hard enough to leave bruises that I’d never live to see. Lashing out with hands, legs, teeth, anything they didn’t have an iron-clad grip on, elicited nothing but curses. The jeers of my fellow villagers filled my ears. It was hopeless. Even if I got free, there was nowhere to go. Everyone in town wanted me gone.

I’m not sick! You can’t just leave me out there to die.

Sweat flew from my body as I uselessly flailed.

You’re a carrier. One man said flatly.

It has been decided. Another man echoed.

They’d feel no guilt over my death. No one here would.

Each step brought us closer to the colony’s protective dome and the doom that waited on the other side. Three suns beat down on the surface of the planet. The radiation would kill anyone not protected by specialized shielding. Well, that was if the poisoned air didn’t kill them first. Oxygen poor and full of toxins, it would sustain me just long enough to get out of the dome’s line of sight. I’d never make it to the sanctuary of another dome, not that they’d give me refuge in my condition.

Arriving at the airlock, the men lifted me from my feet and callously threw me into the chamber, ripping my clothes as they did. I slammed down onto my hands and knees, my vision swimming. The sharp rocks that covered the planet’s surface ripped open the flesh on my palms. A whimper of pain escaped my mouth as tears pulsed hot and angry down my face.

I’m not sick. Please don’t do this to me.

The interior airlock door slammed closed, sealing my fate.

Take a deep breath.

They didn’t want to see my dead body. It was too ghastly a sight for their sensitive eyes.

The door in front of me opened, pulling me through as the pressure equalized. As I stumbled forward, I cursed my status as a carrier. Birth had marked my guilt, giving me a gene that made me susceptible to the Cerotian Plague. I could carry it for years unnoticed and then one day, when the virus activated, I would get sick and begin to spread its deadly spores. Within weeks, everyone I came into contact with would die.

The plague had wiped out whole domes. The virus usually activated when the host was dying, so I knew it was multiplying within me now as the three suns burned my skin and my lungs grew tight from my attempt to hold my breath. Even if the other colonists felt pity for me, they couldn’t let me back in or everyone inside would fall victim to my fate.

My muscles burned from the lack of oxygen and my hands stung from the rocks embedded deep into my soft skin, but I pushed to my feet, ignoring the pain. Pulling myself up to my full height, I adjusted the remains of my shirt. It didn’t cover everything, but what did it matter? I dragged myself forward. I would give them this one last gift and disappear forever, removing their guilt over my sacrifice. Each step was excruciating. The hot rocks and sand singed my bare feet.

When the burning in my lungs became more than I could bear, I let out that one safe breath. The deadly air carried the scent of sulfur and death. My nostrils stung as I breathed in. My legs filled with lead until I couldn’t hold myself up.

I crawled forward on my hands and knees, leaving trails of blood in my wake as sand and pebbles cut my exposed skin. Each breath seared deeper and deeper into my lungs, but I kept moving forward. How long