Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Cyborg Seduction (Interstellar Brides: The Colony Book 3) by Grace Goodwin

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Interstellar Brides: The Colony Book 3


There is nowhere to hide from a Hunter determined to find his mate.

Lindsey Walters is a blogger and the love of her life is her four-year-old son, Wyatt. When a nearly fatal accident costs Wyatt dearly, Lindsey will do anything to save her son, even take the craziest assignment of her life–sneak aboard a freighter bound for the terrifying alien prison planet known as The Colony and find out the truth about what’s happening to Earth’s brave soldiers.

A Hunter from Everis, Kiel was captured and tortured by the Hive before his banishment to the Colony. When it’s discovered the Hive have a presence on his new home world, Kiel’s existence narrows to the Hunt leaving no room for hope, or love. But when his mark awakens and he shares dreams with an unknown woman, everything changes. When he finds her offered as the prize in the Colony’s brutal fighting pits, he must fight for her with every ounce of strength he possesses, or risk losing her to another.

Yet no matter how quickly Kiel claims her, seduces her and makes her his, Lindsey has secrets, and a bond in her heart that’s even stronger than her desire for him. Lindsey knows she must break Kiel’s heart or risk the life of her child. Her decision to leave will challenge everything Kiel knows about love and loss, family and forever.

Interstellar Brides: The Colony Book 3


Lindsey Walters, Earth Freighter Jefferson, Cargo Hold

The nightmare always started the same way. Sunshine warmed my face and I couldn’t stop smiling. My son, Wyatt, walked beside me, his sweet little face excited as I took him to his favorite place in the world, the park near our apartment.

I wore a bright yellow and white striped sundress, one my mother and Wyatt had picked out for me on Mother’s Day. Yellow daisies with green stems were embroidered into the hem. Wyatt’s little blond head barely came to my waist, and his hand was warm and soft, so small and sweet in my own.

His father was long gone, a college boyfriend who’d heard the word pregnant and bolted like a coward. Not that it had been a big loss. The sex had been lackluster. No spark. No one had ever managed to light my fire. I hadn’t heard from him, nor seen him since, and I refused to put his name on Wyatt’s birth certificate. To me, he’d just been a sperm donor who couldn’t get me off.

Wyatt was mine, and I would do anything for him. Lie, cheat, steal, kill. He was my baby with pale blue eyes and dimples that made my chest ache.

Birds sang and a light breeze stirred the top of the trees. Wyatt lifted his head and smiled up at me…my heart nearly burst with love, and everything shifted.

We were in the car. Screeching tires. Explosion of glass. My baby screaming, then sobbing…then silence.

Blood. Everywhere.

The hospital, stark white walls and frowning nurses with pity in their eyes.

Wyatt’s small, broken body lying unconscious in the recovery room, the doctor telling me he might lose his leg. Never walk without pain. Never run. Never play on the playground he loved so much.

My heart pounded, as it always did, but I knew this dream well. When I looked around, I expected to see my exhausted mother sleeping in the cramped chair in the corner of Wyatt’s hospital room wearing wrinkled clothing and worry lines around her sharp blue eyes. Wyatt’s eyes. He’d gotten them from her.

Instead of the hospital room and my mother’s worried expression, a man stood behind me, his dark eyes looking as confused as I felt.

My hand burned, the odd birthmark I’d always had itching and red hot as if I’d been stung by a wasp. It hurts, but not badly. More…startling.

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice a dark rumble in my dream.

I blinked slowly and the hospital room faded. Wyatt faded until it was just me…and him. And God help me, he was hot. Sex-on-a-stick, I want to lick him all over, hot.

As dreams went, this was much better than Hospital 101, the dream I had almost every night. I knew that in the real world Wyatt was safe in his bed, that the car accident had been three months ago, that my mother was watching over him until I could return from this dangerous, desperate assignment. Wyatt wasn’t here. This wasn’t real. None of this was real.

But the man stood, motionless, like a predator watching his prey as he waited for my response.

“I’m Lindsay,” I said.

He walked toward me in this nowhere place. There were no walls, no floor. It was like we stood in a thick fog, staring at one another. I held my ground as he drew closer, eager to feel his touch, eager for this fantasy that my stressed-out mind had apparently conjured, to run its course. I could use a break. And if I’d been watching the new Superman movie a few too many times, and my  sexed-starved, stressed-out body wanted to conjure up a bigger, darker, sexier version of my favorite superhero…well, I wasn’t going to argue. This larger-than-life man was in my dream and I was going to enjoy every minute of it.

Meet Author Grace Goodwin...

Grace Goodwin is an international bestselling author of Sci-Fi & Paranormal romance. Grace believes all women should be treated like princesses, in the bedroom and out of it, and writes love stories where men know how to make their women feel pampered, protected and very well taken care of. Grace hates the snow, loves the mountains (yes, that’s a problem) and wishes she could simply download the stories out of her head instead of being forced to type them out. Grace lives in the western US and is a full time writer, an avid romance reader and an admitted caffeine addict.

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2 thoughts on “Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Cyborg Seduction (Interstellar Brides: The Colony Book 3) by Grace Goodwin”

  1. Hi, Grace, and welcome back to Karen’s Killer Book Bench. I love Lindsey already! She so obviously loves her son. It’s going to take a special man to make room in her heart for anyone else. Thanks for stopping by to share your new book with us!

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