He’s probably one of the most harmful creatures in the galaxy… why can’t she keep her hands away him?

A junior nurse aboard the Mixed Fleet Ship Valkyrie, Samara’s times are usually filled up with small bumps and scraps and the casual wellness or workspace examine. But when an unhealthy prisoner is moved aboard, she finds herself on brig duty. Dealing with the big, lethal looking military services grade cyborg should be terrifying, but one consider his green eye and she can’t think about anything various other about Cyborg’s Price than what his big, hard body would appear to be under the grey ship suit…

She’s small, soft…and his foe. He should maintain his hands to himself and ignore her.

Captured and en route to a medical facility for dissection and study, cyborg Lyon desires nothing but suffering and degradation from his captors. But Samara isn’t just like the others, dealing with his wounds carefully and igniting a fireplace deep within. When she neglects to make sure his cuffs are locked restricted, all hell breaks loose. A sizzling, sensual hell against the cell wall structure. When his group arrives, Lyon knows he should leave…but he can’t. His small human has gotten under his skin. He’ll take her as payment for his struggling, keep her in his bed and satisfaction them both for as long as he has breathing remaining in his body.

Nevertheless, the universe, and the Fleet, have other concepts. A tracker up to speed brings a horde of fleet ships down on the heads. Can Lyon and Samara survive betrayal, a fleet strike and their personal suspicions, or will their gladly ever after disintegrate under fire?