Trapped with the Cyborgby Cara Bristol Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance #4 Publication Date: June 20, 2016 Genres: Adult, Sci-Fi, RomanceAmazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks | All Romance The only thing more dangerous than a suicide mission is falling in love… Amanda Mansfield has faced challenges in her life: the disapproval of her critical father and the near-fatal accident that ended a promising military career and resulted in her transformation to cyborg. Now a Cyber Operations field agent, she volunteers to lead the most dangerous Cy-Ops mission ever: infiltrating enemy territory to find the secret hideaway of a terrorist mastermind. The last thing she needs is an added complication. Like him. Sonny Masters. Her partner. A streetwise former thug turned cyber operative with a lethal grin who doesn’t understand she’s charge and does not require his protection. He’s everything she dislikes—and everything her body wants. If they can keep their hands off each other long enough to complete the mission, they might just get out alive… Trapped with the Cyborg (Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance 4) is a standalone read.
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He signaled the android and motioned to their empty glasses. “Bill these to my room.” “I’m more than capable of paying for my own drink.” She huffed. He confirmed with the android. “My tab.” He motioned for Amanda to lead the way out of the lounge. “We’ll work out the details later. We can arm wrestle for it.” “Don’t think I couldn’t win.” “If let you.” “There’s a word for men like you.” “Gentlemanly?” “Chauvinist.” “Why are you coming with me, then?” “I didn’t say you don’t exude a certain raw, he-man charm.” Amusement rumbled up from his belly in an explosion of genuine enjoyment. Son of a bitch, he wished he had more time. A rare pang of regret shot through him. Cy-Ops had been good to him, and he didn’t regret this career path, considering what his alternatives might have been. The lives of those he’d helped—were better for it. But, yeah, sometimes he wished he had a woman waiting for him. He had a hunch from this point forward, when he pictured that imaginary woman, she would have Amanda’s face. “Thank you,” he said, and rubbed the scar cutting a bare swath through facial stubble. “What happened?” she asked. “The scar?” “Yes.” “I didn’t grow up in the best part of town. A gang of thugs who thought they were hot shit roamed the neighborhood, spoiling for a fight. They rarely had trouble starting one.” “You were attacked?” He shook his head. “I was one of them.” He traced the thickened, puckered skin. “I deserved this.” He’d omitted he’d started the fight in defense of his sister. It mattered little his motives had been inculpable that time. One good deed did not undo a multitude of bad ones. With his disreputable background, he hadn’t sought medical attention. His facial wound hadn’t healed properly, and he’d been left with a significant scar. Still, he’d survived life on the streets and emerged less scathed than some. Than his sister. He fingered the souvenir of a misspent adolescence. “I’d like to say this ended my association, but I can’t. I was a slow learner, I guess.” Not to mention a thug. A gang member. A criminal. “So, what got you out of it?” She halted and peered up at him. The top of her head would graze his chin if he were to hold her. Which he wanted to do. Horizontally, while she clenched around him. “I assume you’re out of it?” “Yes. You’re not in any danger with me.” “You don’t worry me.” “Because you think you can kick my ass like you did the Malodonian?” About Cara Bristol![]() Website | Newsletter | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
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