Cyborg's Secret Baby. Grace Goodwin
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Cyborg’s Secret Baby
Interstellar Brides® Program: The Colony - 7
Grace Goodwin
Cyborg’s Secret Baby: Copyright © 2019 by Grace Goodwin
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Published by KSA Publishers
Goodwin, Grace
Cover design copyright 2019 by Grace Goodwin
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Publisher’s Note:
This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
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1
Atlan Warlord Jorik, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Florida, Earth
My beast had stirred at the sight of her walking past the gated entry to the Interstellar Brides Processing Center. With her curvy body swaying seductively, a human guard had stared intently, obviously enjoying the sassy sway of her rounded hips and the jiggle of her large breasts. She wore what the humans called shorts, which showed off long, shapely legs and too much soft skin. Her hair fell halfway down her spine, a shimmering pool of liquid black. So straight. So dark the light flashed in odd shades of the deepest blue when the sunlight hit it just right.
Next to me, Sergeant Derik Gatski, a brute of a man—for a human—whistled