Romance Science Fiction

Read Claimed by the Cyborgs

Read Claimed by the Cyborgs (Interstellar Brides: The Colony #9)

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…

So, the first third was basically smut, with the plot showing up midway through. I haven’t read the previous books in the series (I read another in the same world but different storyline earlier in the year) but followed along OK. The heroine and Thomar have some decent characterization, but Varin isn’t as well defined. I would have liked to see them explore more how their merged consciousness affects them, especially when feelings and thoughts from another overwhelm their own thoughts and experience, in comparison to their enemy the Hive being one of collective consciousness (as far as I could tell).

By Tracy Durnell

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