Release Date: 28 February 2014
His mission: Blend in with the humans. Save the cyborgs. And seduce the only woman he ever loved, without getting killed.
Cybernetic spy models are different from other humans turned machine. For one thing, they never completely lost touch with their humanity, or their memories. But retaining their identity doesn’t mean the military didn’t mess with their lives. Seth lost the woman he loved because of their web of lies. When the chance arises to make things right, he relies on his superior intellect—and irresistible charm—to prove his innocence, and make Anastasia his again.
Anastasia might possess upgraded parts and programming, but the scientists never could cure her of her biggest weakness, jealousy. The volatile emotion made her walk away from love once. Can she overcome it and recognize the truth? Or will she continue to let the military manipulate her emotional strings?
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Excerpt
There was no warning.
No sound to betray their presence. No smell. Nothing. Just the sudden cold
touch of a pistol muzzle nudging the back of his head.
He froze.
Silence reigned
except for the chirp of the little creatures that lived in the woods and
emitted bird-like noises. They sounded cute until you came across them. Unlike
a feathered denizen of earth, the furry buggers who chirped like songbirds
resembled more a rat with spiked fur, razor-sharp teeth, and a really bad
attitude if they felt threatened. Ankles beware!
They’re not the only
ones who get nasty when their lives are in danger.
Although none of his
muscles moved, Seth held himself ready to act, letting his internal processor
analyze the space around him, seeking a hint, anything to give him an edge. He
inhaled deep, testing the air, in an attempt to see if he could identify his
attacker. Lo and behold, he got a faint trace.
Of all the things he
expected to smell out here in the forest, vanilla soap wasn’t one of them. The
clean fresh scent was familiar, as was the position he found himself in.
Strange as it seemed, he’d lived the almost exact scenario once, a long time
ago. But he’d thought that person dead. Or at least lost to him. It can’t
be. Not after all this time. Was it possible?
No time like the
present to test his theory.
“Well hello there,
gorgeous. I knew you couldn’t resist me forever.” He couldn’t help but grin
when his guess was confirmed by a husky voice that still had the ability to
send shivers down his spine.
“I see you’re still
just as annoying.
Whirling lightning
quick, Seth played the part of surrendering victim and held his hands above his
head so the gun pointed at his forehead. Face to face, he couldn’t help but
drink in the reality of the lady who haunted his dreams. His ex-partner. The only
woman he’d ever loved. The only one who ever spurned him. The woman he’d once
called wife.
A wife who wore a
scowl and didn’t shower him with welcoming kisses.
He couldn’t resist
goading her. “Me, annoying? Never. Handsome and dashing, yes. I might even use
the term rakish.”
“And cocky. You do
realize I’m holding a loaded gun to your head. Do you really want to tempt me
into pulling the trigger?”
If she’d wanted him
dead, his brains would already decorate the bushes around them. Anastasia knew
hundreds of ways to kill a man. However, he’d wager she wouldn’t have returned
just to put a bullet in his head. She’d torture him first. Probably painfully.
How he’d missed her.
“You won’t kill me,”
he stated with utter confidence.
“Don’t be so sure.
I’ve pictured your death a thousand times. My favorite was the one where I push
you off that cliff we once climbed in the Himalayan Mountains and watch you
fall, knowing that you’ll actually have time to reflect on what a jerk you are
before you hit the ground.”
Okay, so this wasn’t
exactly the reunion he’d once hoped for. Someone still had anger issues.
Question was, did she mean it when she said she wished him dead? Only one way
to find out.
“Well, if you’ve
returned to kill me, would you mind getting on with it? I’ve got places to go,
people to see.”
“You mean irritate.”
The muzzle of her gun dropped, and she rolled her expressive blue eyes.
“And here I thought
you enjoyed my quirky nature and sense of humour.”
“I blame my
previously defective, human brain for that momentary lapse of reasoning.”
He couldn’t help but
laugh. “Oh how I’ve missed your acerbic tongue. My dearest Anastasia, love of
my life, I am delighted you’ve returned to brighten my existence. Did you miss
me?”
She snorted. “Like a
dog misses his fleas.”
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