Jessie Rose Case
RedX
Galactic Cyborg Heat Series
Book 21
Description
This is a Happily Ever After, Galactic Cyborg Heat Series, Hot Romantic Fiction Novel. Book 21. A tantalizing story of passions and desires, that brings two very different people together in a way they never thought possible.
NOTE TO READERS: This is a sci-fi romance filled with hot explicit sex and strong dominant men. 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!
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Holy Moley! The hulk striding towards her was intense and drop dead gorgeous. Was he for real? She'd asked for a doctor not a rock star! She was close to drooling all over him.
Were doctors built like that? she wondered. Her brain fogged by the spike of lust hitting her. Not that she'd ever seen and look at the size of those hands........ this couldn't be right. Could it?
But he was coming her way. Those hands offered many things and Boy O Boy, did she need healing in sooo many places.......
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RedX. He'd taken his name from the Old World healing organisation and charity. It was logical. Red Cross. Born a Cyborg to wage war and get his men back in one piece. Or several, if that's the way it went. A medic and a soldier who'd been trained well.
Do your job without question. Fight for your survival. Even if that meant doing what the Empire no longer asked of him, seducing a female who knew too much to keep his cover!
Copyright April 2019
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All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is coincidental.
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A Hot Blooded Mate
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Taken
(A Bataari New World Sci Fi Alien Romantic Saga Book 3)
Blooded
(A Vampire Romantic Novel Book 1 House Arturo)
Bonded
(A Vampire Romantic Novel Book 2 House Arturo)
Bate
(A Vampire Romantic Novel Book 3 House Arturo)
Broken
(A Vampire Romantic Novel Book 4 House Arturo)
Galactic Cyborg Heat Series
Books 1 - 20.
The Covenant
Books 1 – 3
Prince of the Demon Realm
Book 1
Intragalactic Gods Series
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 just like you, someone who wants to bring some passion into my life and hopefully yours too. A good story that's hard to put down, that brings some escapism, sexy fun and pleasure into our 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 you can join her on the adventure….
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Galactic Cyborg Heat Series Book 21
Chapter One
The bloody heat was going to kill her! If he didn’t get that heat exchanger working, she couldn’t be held accountable for her actions!
She would kill him herself. Only that wouldn’t get the problem sorted. Jamie Weston took a hot deep breath seeking some calm and not finding it. Sweat dripped down from her hair piled on top of her head, down her neck and soaked her already soaked shirt. For what must have been the twentieth time in the last hour she wiped her forehead to stop the sweat running into her face.
“For fuck sake Kurt, get the fucking heat exchanger working before we all pass the fuck out!” she yelled out to him in the back. Her boss wasn’t known for his action. At anything. And it was starting to piss her off.
“Jesus girly I’m on it,” he yelled back from the storeroom where the exchanger was kept. Polite wasn’t in his nature and Jamie couldn’t care less. It was a bar, it paid, end of.
Even in this heat the customers were lined up. She nodded to the next in line and poured. Took his money and moved on to the next. In between, she wiped the bar, recycled the glasses, made new ones, emptied ash trays, wiped tables and avoided the handier clientele. No one touched her ass without permission. It didn’t take long for that message to get across. A few well-placed slaps and dumped drinks got the message hammered home and when it didn’t, she grabbed Kurt’s bowler and gave them a whack.
If she liked you but not your mate, don’t go bleating about it. He might have gone home with her, but you certainly won’t be, and neither will he again for talking about it.
Why men were such useless pricks she didn’t know. They either thought they could batter you into submission or they ignored you. But it was all about the cock. They had it and thought it held all the answers. The world screeches to a halt. News flash. It didn’t. She and mostly every woman she knew could testify to that fact. It was a fucked-up world, but it was her world none the less. Cool air started to filter through the vent in the ceiling down on her. Thank the gods.
“Kurt you’re a genius,” she yelle
d back.
He came back into the bar wiping his hands. “Yeah, yeah. We still got customers?” he asked looking around.
“We do. Saved the day again big man,” she told him grinning. Kurt was ok. Better than most. He’d treated her fairly and they got on. She treated him like a bad uncle, he treated her like a long-lost daughter, without the doting and hugging thing and from a distance. It worked for her. Some would call that tolerating her, but she’d rather think of it as a work in progress for both of them.
The night went better from then on. With the air cooler, the two of them could work their system. She worked the left, he worked the right. If her side was getting unmanageable, he’d take over and she’d move to his to balance out the work. Some just came to her because she had breasts. It was annoying and she tried to avoid those ones as much as possible. The tips might be more but so was the work. Equally if Kurt was getting behind, she’d step in to help.
When she’d first come to the bar looking to fill in, it had been a wreak. Not the cleanest, with a reputation. A harder crew ran in this location. Kurt had taken one look at her and laughed. Said she wouldn’t last a shift. She’d told him maybe, maybe not but she’d work the shift for free to find out as long as she could come in earlier and clean the shit up.
Kurt had blinked at that and nodded. She came back in early the next day and got to work. When Kurt showed his face later that day, it was good to see the shock on his face. The place actually smelt of cleaning fluid and not human garbage. Not a sticky table in sight. He took one look at the signs saying smoking prohibited inside and shook his head. “Never gonna happen girly.”
Jamie remembered hearing it. But it stayed anyway. She yelled at every man that came in. No smoking inside, no shit, don’t leave your crud, take it outside and slowly they got the message. And for the first time in forever, the doors were open and the air came in. Toxic fumes that had permeated the building had a chance to get out.
Why, it was almost civil. Almost.
Why they went along with her she had no idea, but they did. Some found it amusing, others annoying, some dug in and gave her shit but to Kurt’s credit, he backed her play and she kept at it and in the end, she guessed it was easier to go with her than put up with the shouting. Hay, whatever worked right?
Now they were a bunch of rabid canids that acted like the teddy bears they were not. And humoured her for the most part. But if they got out of hand or were too …. handy with her, well it was open season.
“Keep serving while we can,” Kurt told her.
Jamie took the money for the order she’d just completed and rang it up. “That doesn’t sound promising…..” She sing songed at him handing over the guys change.
“If we don’t get some new parts around here, it’s gonna get expensive.” He told her lifting up a barrel to top up the bar.
That didn’t sound good. She knew Kurt wasn’t making much as it was. Between the cost of running the business and the ‘tolls’, it didn’t leave a lot. The fact that Kurt lived above the place helped him out, he had no rent to pay but large expenses were a challenge. They needed more of an attraction to bring in more people. She’d told him before, but he’d not listened. Maybe he would now…
Unlike so many others, although it was a rough crowd, Kurt’s bar had a good reputation. It was one of the reasons she’d gone there in the first place for a job. He was known to be honest. It was a place to drink. No thieving accepted. No bribes. No sex trade. You came you drank, you talked or not. Up to you. Making deals or drowning your sorrows it made no difference. If the bar was open, you were welcome.
“Did you check?” she asked serving the next customer. Kurt wasn’t the best checker on anything often giving up when it was staring him in the face.
“Yes, I checked.”
“Did you put in an order then?” she gave that customer his change, nodding at the next one for his order.
“I’m getting around to that…...”
Jamie put her hand up to the customer to stop him and turned to face Kurt. “You what?”
“Now don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m gonna do it just been a bit busy.”
Jamie gritted her teeth. “You’ll be a site less busy, if I walk and that exchanger breaks down again,” she hissed. Jamie realised the bar had gone quiet. They both turned to look around. You could hear a pin drop. All the customers were looking at Kurt. Most of them didn’t look too happy.
“I said I’d do it ok,” he shouted. People turned back to their own business.
Jamie gave him a nod and turned back to her customer. Funny how things turned out. …. “Right, what will it be?”
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RedX cleaned up the last warrior, gave him an injection of nano’s to top him up and sent him on his way. Now they had the med beds that could fix Cyborgs, he rarely had to box someone. His system showed green thinking that. He was happy about it. Not that the emotion registered. Like most of his Cyborg brothers, his emotions were turned off. They could do that. And his pain receptors too. Not that they really needed to still be off but, as they held all the memories of their long lives, all the orders they’d ever carried out, the memories could affect their abilities to function when brought forward and that caused Cyborgs to go off the rails. Too much trauma. Far more than humans could deal with. So it was in everyone’s interest that they remained off. And as he thought it, some of those very memories bleed through into his brain from his data banks.
RedX pushed them away into the background of his optic and concentrated on his diagnostics constantly running. Fixing problems or performing a task to keep his body in perfect condition, running at 100%. He barely noticed it at all. A function that needed to be completed by his system that was as natural to him as breathing.
He wiped and cleaned down the area, sterilised, then put his equipment away. Cyborgs didn’t get human diseases, but he gave his equipment the same level of care as if they were human. With humans all around them, it was logical that at some point, he would be needed to treat one of them and he would not allow them to be compromised in his work.
Cyborg nano’s worked hard to keep them healthy, removing anything that could be harmful. Virus’ or biological diseases didn’t stand a change, the nano’s killed them all but that didn’t work for humans. They were fragile, vulnerable. It was a logical quandary that humans had survived at all in Space. It was vastly against the odds. And yet they had. Finding oxygen rich environments throughout the universe that would support life. They’d thrived and the timing had been most advantageous for Cyborgs.
They’d been freed shortly after. Or some of them had.
Their owners Earth Corp crashed under the weight of debt and over expansion, bad decision making, poor investment and illegal practices. When news got out, the share price crashed leaving a lot of unhappy investors and a multitude of legal battles.
Those poor souls that had invested in going to these new worlds, found themselves alone and abandoned on those worlds, without the support ships that had been promised. Some thrived but many did not. The number of lives on Earth Corps hands were staggering. The risks that the humans had taken for a better life had been illogical. And still they went. In ships barely space worthy, so desperate for a new start.
The writing had been on the wall for decades. Old Earth was dying. Too polluted, exhausted of its resources, it held little future to anyone and rather than try to fix it before it was beyond salvation, people moved on. Wanting something better.
The next Cyborg was brought in. He’d been caught in the same rockslide. RedX ran the scanner over him quickly. His damage could be fixed in the med bed. Move him to the med bed. As they helped the Cyborg in, he adjusted the controls and started the med bed diagnostic. The machine used the data on hundreds of Cyborgs and the individuals data to access the damage and decide what needed to be done to fix him. RedX read the display. Lots of surface damage, cracked skull amongst them. More worrying was the damage done by the crush. This Cyborg w
ould be in the machine for some time. The printout read several days, maybe longer once it started to work and other things started to crash. This Cyborgs survival rate of the procedure wasn’t high. But they would still try. RedX engaged the machine and the lid descended and locked in place.
He accessed his neuro net to talk to the warriors who’d brought him in. Come back in three days I’ll give you an update. It will not be easy for him to survive this. They looked similar in features and stature. It was likely they were from the same gene pool. They gave him a nod and left.
Picking up his data pad he read the report on the incident for this Cyborg. It read similarly to the previous one. Mining accident. Rockslide outside of the mine itself, created by an unknown fracture triggered by a laser cutter hitting it. The rock slide heading towards other buildings in the community. One a school. Every nearby Cyborg that could see and hear what was going on, went in to help, moving people out of the way. A fair number trying to stop rocks with brute force from hitting anyone. Others blasting them away or into smaller pieces, the shrapnel cutting them to ribbons. And more, putting up a Cyborg blockade to give the humans a chance to get away.
Some worked, some didn’t. But plenty of lives were saved this day by quick Cyborg action and thinking. They Cyborgs however, hadn’t come off so well.
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