spicyRomanceKiller Mate


Science Fiction Romance
Novel

Finding a mate can be a killer
published by Ella Drake
series: Space Grit
May 31, 2016

Tee Bronson doesn't trust outsiders. Never has. Now the Scoriah are on the run from the Nex, a secretive black-ops unit, and trust isn't even in his vocabulary. Except he needs help to board a military vessel to free one of his brothers. The only person in the universe that he's sure isn't Nex is Malweather Hunter, his former lover. Problem is, last time Tee saw Mal, he killed him.

If there's one thing a former bounty hunting cyborg should avoid, it's the alien who turned him inside out, left him for dead, and ruined his career. Even reminded that he's homeless, broke, and bitter, Mal can't resist the reason for it all. Tee makes his cold body run hot. Besides, if anyone's going to kill Tee, it's going to be him. The Nex will just have to wait their turn to get their hands on his lover's enticing neck.

Warning: This novel is intended for readers 18 and older. It contains explicit scenes, language, violence.


keywords : Space Grit. Science Fiction Romance. Space Opera. SFR. Alien. Cyborg.
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Triumph lit Tee’s face as he bared his fangs. His groin pressed again Mal’s erection and Mal groaned. Tee was hard as a rock but his excitement was all blood-lust, no desire. A trickle of saliva slid down a fang and landed on Mal’s face. Reflexively, he licked out, catching that taste of Tee that exploded inside him. He groaned again and his body went slack. It wouldn’t listen to his internal urgings to fight, to kill, to rip Tee apart.

Too late, he remembered the cyborg programming. No killing.

Sagging, he muttered, “Fuck.”

“Not this time, lover.” Tee wrenched his head to the side and lunged toward him.

Fangs sank into Mal’s neck and this time, it wasn’t for pleasure. Pain sliced hot and deep through him and he roared.

“What are you doing?” The question echoed from far away.

“Is this him?”

Tee growled and whipped his head while his teeth were buried into Mal. The tearing sent agony through him and a dim corner of his mind questioned why a cyborg didn’t present pheromones but did experience pain.

“We need him alive, fool,” someone roared.

His throat ripped and the weight on him disappeared. Staring at the ceiling, Mal watched it seemingly descend on him. Hands pressed on his neck and perversely, Mal wondered if he bled blood or oil. That was something he should already know, wasn’t it? His systems wanted to shut down. A blinking suffused his vision and took away the ceiling he still stared at.

“No,” he gurgled, telling his body to remain online. The wet sound would’ve meant a human was drowning on his own blood, but Mal didn’t think this body would give in so soon.

Harsh grips lifted him and held him in a sitting position.

“You’re Mal?” Dimly came through the rushing in his ears, rushing of the blood fueled nanobots repairing his ripped neck.

“Why?” he croaked.

“I’m prepared to hire you.”

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