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  Galactic Cyborg Heat Series. Burn.

  Jessie Rose Case

  Burn

  Galactic Cyborg Heat Series

  Book 15

  Description.

  This is a Happily Ever After Hot Sci-Fi Romantic Fiction Novel.

  Note to Readers: This is a happily ever after sci-fi romance, in the Galactic Cyborg Heat Series. It’s not for the faint-hearted. Its filled with hot sex, strong dominant men, and sexy females who know how to hold their own. It’s gritty, confrontational and steam will be coming out of your ears. If you’re looking for something to get those juices flowing, you just found it. Enjoy!

  Written in British English with American words and language and slang of both. Enjoy!

  ***

  Burn had worked with the Admiral since being free. For over 40 years he'd fought and died with his people. He was Cyborg. 40 Years meant nothing and dying wasn’t always the end. Not for them. They stopped functioning and could still survive. If they were lucky. They'd rescued many of their kind and yet, there were others still out there lost or abandoned. He would find them....

  Searching new worlds or chasing whispers had become his life. Now in charge of the Admirals ship, Burn led his men. When a random stop, gave them hope of finding others, Burn set out in pursuit. Often those whispers led to nothing but this time, the information had some basis to it. The seller had cybernetics on offer and it took some time, to get that destination out of him.

  But they were Cyborg, and nothing, was beyond their abilities. They would find this 'Zhitech' and show him exactly what it meant to be Cyborg.

  They were good at getting what they wanted. Their programming demanded it. They were skilled in all warfare, in fighting, tracking and seduction. They knew it all and how to use it. The Admiral would demand answers from him soon….. So would his wife. Females. That was one complication he did not need....

  ***

  Zhi rarely used her given name. It was a throwback to Old Earth and her family’s roots in China. Her mother had preferred the western translation, Angelica and her father, who had those Chinese roots was long gone to complain about it.

  The off-world plagues had been hard on all of them. Every family she knew, had lost at least one person. Angel couldn't remember which one had caught her father and didn't want to. Those times were nothing but misery. It was no wonder her mother did not dwell on it.

  But her father had given her a talent for putting things back together and making it work. She'd sat on his knee and watched as a child, then took over when he was gone. She could take old mechanical pieces and make them good or put them to good use making something new. She collected all the parts she could get her hands on. Had others savaging the worlds for her or selling her goods on. They all made a profit and she put food on the tables of many homes. It had helped turn their lives around and felt good to be useful and help others.

  Until the strangest of pieces started turning up and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. There was something different about them. They came from one of the more aggressive scavengers. Bringing her pieces that she'd never seen anywhere before. They were complex, high quality, advanced connectivity. Some, she was sure had old blood on them. Angel didn’t like it. These were not cheap materials and not from around here.

  She’d challenged him but he'd refused to say where he'd found them. Hoarding the information. She couldn’t blame him. It meant food on his table. Still, these were not the kind of things you found lying around on any world. Angel worried. They would belong to someone. Someone who would come looking for them. Someone far more advanced than they were.

  It jeopardized everything they had! Determined, she would track where they came from and clear up the mystery. And if it came to it, put a stop to whatever was going on.

  Before the person who owned it came looking ..... Before she found herself in someone else’s debt ..... At someone else’s …..mercy… and he demanded more than she was willing to give…

  Copyright July 2017

  All Rights Reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal, except for the case of brief quotations in reviews and articles.

  Criminal copyright infringement is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is coincidental.

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  Galactic Cyborg Heat Series

  Books 1 - 14.

  Books 15 – 16 on Pre- order

  The Covenant

  Books 1 – 3

  Prince of the Demon Realm

  Book 1

  A word from the Author.

  Hello, I'm Jessie and I thank you for buying this book! I know you did not have to.

  There are so many choices out there. It's a wonderful feeling knowing that someone else will enjoy one of my stories. And for me, it's about telling a story that I'd like to read myself.

  I am not caught up in POV or literacy genius. It's simply not me or my style and I will never be that person, so I apologize to all those who are focused on the POV and the genius of literacy. I envy those that are.

  On the days where my pain and meds stop my thinking processes, writing these books have been my lifeline. It reminds me that I still have the ability to rise to the challenge and that I refuse to go quietly into the night.

  But, I'm a person just like you, who wants to bring some passion into my life and yours, and put a good story out there that's hard to put down, that brings some escapism, sexy fun and pleasure into your reading. We all love a bit of that!

  And, I hope I achieve that for you in this book. I sincerely hope you enjoy it so much that you want to look out for the next in the series. (Coming soon) And if I'm lucky, you will have had such a good time, you'll recommend it to your friends and I thank you kindly.

  My very best wishes to you and yours. Jessie x

  About the Author;

  Jessie, (pseudonym) is married with sadly no children but 3 wonderful dogs that fill her life with much laughter, joy and love. She is a ‘second mother’ to her foster children, now grown with children of their own who call her grandma and her husband’s two children and her nephews who she accepts, she spoils rotten.

  Having been a 30-year career social worker. Now retired due to ill health. And many years of supporting services across all sectors and leading several teams, Jessie has now turned her attention to another love of her life, books.

  In a career that required the ability to write court paperwork, lengthy reports, create protocols and procedures, and having been published in a medical journal for a study on addiction, Jessie is now concentrating on producing stories she would love to read and buy herself. When not busy on her lap top you will find her cooking, reading her favourite authors or swimming in the sun.

  She hopes y
ou can join her on the adventure….

  Get in touch with Jessie for her mailing list ….

  https://www.facebook.com/Jessie-Rose-Case-270737356695855/

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Galactic Cyborg Heat Series. Burn. Book 15.

  Chapter One

  Where the hell was he getting these parts? Angel looked around her too late. The market was heaving and Bertl was gone. Asshole! She sighed, she told him to wait but she really couldn’t blame him. Ask too many questions and people got nervous. It really didn’t matter how long you’d known them. Old habits die hard and so did old anxieties.

  She considered calling Bertl out once and for all to deal with it. Mark him as a person of interest but she didn’t have any proof of wrong doing. Yet. The Overlord wouldn’t listen to her ramblings, she needed proof he was up to no good. She felt sure this wasn’t legit, the hairs on the back of her neck itched. She knew that feeling. Something was wrong about this.

  Petri approached her and she put it to one side and dealt with what he had to offer her. It was a good piece of tech. Nothing like what Bertl had. Chasing the relays, she found what she expected to see. Data chips and fragile wiring. She could work with that. Putting it down she gave him her price. She knew him, as she knew all her suppliers. They scavenged damaged tech and brought it to her to use. Petri seemed happy with the price. Asking after his family she handed over the credits and he went on his way.

  Her attention went back to what Berlt had brought her. Turning the piece over, she pulled her magnifier closer to get a better look. The work was so fine that it called to her. It was a beautiful piece of engineering. Something she wished she had the tools for. Finer than anything she could produce on this world and she was the best they had. She marvelled at the complexity. At how small the connectors were, the wiring. Someone with some serious technology had made this. There was no doubt in her mind and that made her nervous.

  This tech wouldn’t have been cheap. Someone somewhere, paid a lot of credits for it. Intrigued, Angel added a power source and was staggered by the output. It would power nearly everything she had. A chill swept over her. This wasn’t left around. Someone would definitely come looking for this. It had to be a crash. A light began to pulse on the chip. Very small almost hidden from view. She turned it over and looked again under her magnifier. It was under several fine layers connected to relays and had it own small power generator that she’d somehow just jump started.

  Fascinating. How had they got that so small and so powerful? Angel looked at it for a while working away. Not sure what it meant. Her mind finding the relays and making the connections. For a moment she wondered if it was a self-destruct mechanism and nearly fled with it away from the market and people but it didn’t feel like that. The pulsing continued in an even rhythm. Almost like it was….. calling someone ….? Angel froze. Shit! She pulled the plug and sat back. Bertl was messing with something big.

  ***

  “What do we have?” Burn called out as he entered the Bridge of his ship. Vocalising his commands as some of his men couldn’t use their neuro nets. Damaged from years of war, or ripped out by Designers or others, either way, some of his men were unable to communicate in that way. Doc thought she might be able to reconnect some of them. Programme the nanos to seek out and fix the damage but until now, it alluded her. He was one of those damaged. Caught in one too many fires, one too many blasts. His skin was riddled with damage and a skull fracture with part of his brain gone had done the rest. It wasn’t an unusual injury for his kind. It had blown part of his connective wiring with it. The limbic system, which is located in the temporal lobe was what controlled emotions in the brain, along with centre of emotional processing found in the amygdala, that was what was damaged in him. What it meant for his brain function no one knew for sure. His data storage and functionality remained intact. But it had affected his emotional balance and had proven to be difficult to control at times.

  Not that that affected his ability to command. His ship would always be the Admirals ship. Given to him when the Admiral had become HoS, their Head of State. The Admiral now commanded all of the Cyborg Empire from his Space Station. Once they had liberated it from Pirates, it had been taken as legal salvage several years ago. Not that Earth Corp had given it up without a fight. They were happy to leave people at other’s mercy but not to lose the Space Station. Their neglect and abandonment left those that were contracted to look after it vulnerable to attack. Greed and a power struggle amongst the humans had done the rest.

  By the time the Empire came looking for a thief, the pirates had been there for days. Raping and murdering, stripping the Station of its materials and goods. Most of the woman and children on the station were dead. They’d been too late to save those. Not that they had known they were there until they docked, but it was still a heavy burden to carry. Cyborgs recorded everything, could recall everything. Their entire lives downloaded on data chips embedded in their brains since birthing. It was yet another sight he’d wished he’d never seen. But they were Cyborg and had brought justice with them. Swift and deadly justice. Now under salvage laws, the Station was theirs. Those that were left had chosen to stay or leave, and the Empire set up trading routes, found new planets and took back even more from Earth Corp. Their own creators had much to answer for and they didn’t like it and tried to kill them all with a new virus to infiltrate their programming.

  Only that didn’t go as planned and a whole Earth Corp seeded world died in the process. It wasn’t just programming it affected, but genetics. They were after all, a combination of both.

  Somehow, it had got free of their labs and killed an entire planet. What had actually gone on, no one knew for sure. Cyborgs now had much of the data from that world and testing on the ground had told them what they had tried to do. A combination of a bomb distribution system and a virus. It was a deadly creation and made for them, but the bomb had gone off early, triggered by something and the virus had got free of its containment. Hundreds of thousands of humans, were now dead because of it and Earth Corp had yet another thing to answer for.

  The only survivors were loved one’s told to bunker down in the original safety tunnels and lock themselves in. Luckily. they still held resources from the early days of colonisation and could sustain life as they’d been designed to do. But so few managed it and those that did, were stuck there until the Cyborgs found them and could bring them out safely. They would have died there eventually had they not been found.

  It was a drastic step but a logical next one. One they had been prepared for. Earth Corp was never going to just let it go. He and his brothers understood this. It’s what humans so often did. They understood the need to counter their enemies, to have weapons to beat them with. And they were Cyborgs created by Earth Corp to wage their wars. They knew all about them. Knew how to programme them, how to kill them, but to do so at the cost of their own? It was simply not a logical outcome. But that was humans. Cyborgs knew that first hand. Humans did not give way to logic but were too often ruled by emotion. That world had paid the price for Earth Corps anger. And the Cyborgs felt some responsibility for that.

  Earth Corp didn’t seem to distinguish between humans and Cyborgs when it came to profit. They were all commodities, all to be used and equally put down if they caused too much trouble or cost too much. There was no sanctity of life when it came to a bottom line.

  Now they searched for others of their kind. It was their on-going mission. Seek out new worlds. Find out if they could offer anything to the Empire and look for their brethren. Cyborgs were only male, and they were all brothers, no matter their parentage. They were survivors.

  A mix of extreme genetic engineering over several decades and animal DNA. Bred to be the best at what they do. In this, Earth Corp had succeeded. Maybe too well.

/>   Jace his second, turned to him. “We have a fix on that location. It is not known to us.”

  Burn smiled. “Another one for the Admiral. Put in a flight report and engage the engines. Let’s go say hello.”

  ***

  Angel knocked back the booze and choked on it. It burned in just the right way. Exactly what she needed. She slammed her glass down and indicated to Mikle the bartender to hit her again. He filled her glass as the burn worked it way down her throat. “Thanks,” she wheezed out.

  “Hard day?” he asked her. He was her favourite bartender. He didn’t ask a lot of questions…… normally.

  “You could say that. You seen Bertl?” she asked, not able to keep the pissed off vibe out of her voice.

  He shook his head and shrugged. “Not been in for a week or so.” Angel looked around her at the roughneck patrons. It was her favourite bar and Bertl liked this place. Liked to get plastered when he came to town and fuck someone as his own reward. If he’d not stopped by on his way out of town, something was defiantly up.

  They would never call New Orleans pretty. They were mainly miners and farmers of one kind or another and the bar reflected its clientele.