#BookRelease Claimed by the Cyborgs by Grace Goodwin #Romance #Scifi @LuvGraceGoodwin @xpressotours

Claimed by the Cyborgs
by Grace Goodwin
(Interstellar Brides: The Colony, #9)
Publication date: November 10th 2021
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance, Science Fiction

Prillon warrior Thomar Arcas is the royal heir to his ancestor’s legacy of dishonor, betrayal and death. When he was captured by the Hive, some on his home world cheered. Some sighed with relief. None shed a tear.

Thomar, along with his second, Varin, break free and destroy an enemy base, barely escaping with their lives. They transport to The Colony, the last refuge for contaminated males. Upon arrival they suffer in agony, their cyborg implants fighting for control of the powerful warriors.

Defeat is not in their blood. Not in their history. Not in their souls. Unable to sever their ties to the Hive implants, and suffering unrelenting pain, the warriors are about to choose an honorable death over further disgrace; until they are matched to a human female from Earth who very much needs their broken pieces to make herself whole. A female whom they crave with an intensity that just might pull them back from the brink of death.

Danika Gray left Earth to start a new life. With every touch, every kiss, every moment in their arms she finds herself closer to the paradise she seeks. But how can she free her new mates from endless torment? Fight an enemy she cannot see?

Love and passion are her only weapons. Lust. Desire. She must surrender everything she is —give in to their insatiable hunger—in order to save them.

Even that might not be enough…




Danika Gray, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, Florida

“Do you accept my claim, mate? Do you give yourself freely, to me and my second, or do you wish to choose another primary male?”

Ummm, no? I wanted to tell this man, whoever he was, that I had no intention of accepting his claim on anything, but the body I seemed to be occupying shivered with need at the deep timbre of his voice, my—her—core throbbed, wet with welcome.

“Yes. Yes, I accept your claim, warriors.” The voice wasn’t mine, but I felt what she was feeling. Achy. Empty, Desperate. 

Loved. Adored.


That was not me. I had felt nothing similar in more years than I cared to count.

“Hurry,” I—she whispered.

From behind me, a second male voice murmured into my ear. “So greedy, little mate.”

I had no idea what was happening, but I knew the sound of promise in the male’s voice. So did this body. A soft moan escaped from my-her throat as his hands moved from my hips to cup my breasts.

 I sat on his lap. Content to be there.

Was that another man behind me?

Oh, god. Yes. It was.

I should have been shocked. Instead, raw lust flooded me and I somehow knew there were two lovers. Two males. Both mine.

“Close your eyes. Lift your arms above your head. Lean back. Wrap them around me and don’t let go.” That voice whispered in my ear again, the command one I was eager to follow.

I did as instructed, my chest thrust forward, my back arched.

“Do not move without permission, mate.”

I tried to open my eyes, but the thought carried no weight as my body was not obeying my commands, but hers. Whoever she was. She kept her eyes closed and I knew it was because her second—whatever that meant—had ordered her not to open them and she wanted to please him. Wanted the pleasure she knew cooperation would award her. 


“Do you accept me as your second, mate? Do you claim me as your own?”

“Yes. You are mine. Both mine. Hurry.”

The first voice chuckled, much closer now, directly in front of my face. The hot brush of his laughter kissing my lips like a phantom.

The male beneath me shifted and used his strong hands to lift me by my hips. He settled me up and back against him until I felt the press of his hard body at my tight entrance.

“Are you ready for me?”


“Yes.” I—she responded, even wiggling my hips.

His huge lengthslid in easily, some type of tingling lube already inside me. This body welcomed the sensation, knew it well. Expected more. Wanted more. Needed it.

My mates.

My primary male kissed me everywhere, his touch hot and lingering, taking his time as both my second and I waited, the anticipation growing until I felt like I was going to explode if he didn’t claim me soon. Fill me. Pound into me with a relentless rhythm I needed.

Somehow, I knew he was delaying, pushing me, making me wait. I was everything to my mates. Life and death and their air. They worshipped me, cherished me.

I felt love, hot and painful and unfamiliar pour into my soul like molten lava leaving a path of agony and bliss all in one.

Tears leaked from my eyes—her eyes? I didn’t know who was crying, but my mate’s kisses gentled and he slipped a finger into my wet heat. “Are you ready for me mate? Ready to be ours forever?”

“Please.”  This time when the female voice answered, I was in complete agreement. I wanted to scream, Do it! Take me. I need to belong to someone….

He pushed in slowly, the stretch forcing a keening wail from me—her—as he finally, finally filled me with his hard length, stretched me—her to the limit with both males buried deep. Mine.

“Miss Gray? Miss Gray? Can you hear me?”


The chanting faded, the heat of my mates’ touch, their scent. The emotions left as well, the fire of belonging that had burned so brightly completely gone, the aching pain of loving someone so much dissipated like fog under the brightness of day. Somehow the absence left me feeling even more alone, colder than I’d been before.

I wished I had remained ignorant. I was used to the cold reality of my life. But my—no, her mates had woken up a part of me I’d killed off long ago. The needy part. The weak part.

“Miss Gray? Please, nod if you can hear me.”

The vision, or dream, faded completely and I realized I was at the Interstellar Brides Processing center. None of that had been real. I wanted to sob at the loss. 

“Did it work? Was I matched?”

The warden smiled. “Of course…”

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