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In the Pacific Northwest, where life hurries to keep pace with technology, a re-animated bride named Josie struggles to escape her creator and to find her identity in the half-erased circuitry of her mind and body.
Assassin Bane Connor just wants to get the girl to the Zombie Underground and receive his payoff-a mental reset that will erase his memories as well as his guilt. But an attack by a rival faction derails his rescue, and the wide-eyed female whose circuitry requires a husband tears at his hardened heart and ignites desire like he's never known.
Acting as Josie's spouse-substitute is tougher than Bane expected. The newborn stein needs touch to live, and wanting her is a complication he doesn't need. To make matters worse, she sees into the darkest recesses of his mind. The last thing a killer wants is for his lover to read his thoughts, but if Josie can love him the way he's programmed, perhaps Bane can find a way to heal his past.
A white van screamed into the lot, sliding its door open. Bane shouted to Josie to dive into the cab, and when the vehicle slowed to a near stop, she leapt like a gazelle into the back.
Bane followed, landing on the carpeted cargo area. He rolled to his knees and grabbed the plastic door handle, sliding the panel shut. “I’m in!” he called through the perforated metal barrier connecting the back of the van to the driver’s cab. The van screeched off.
“Did you have a nice cruise in the islands?” Q-ter called.
“Very funny, dick!” Bane scooted to Josie’s side and laid a hand on her shoulder. He stroked down her arm and braced himself for her to shake and sob.
Instead her top lip pinched on her bottom one, as she tried to stifle a laugh. Her eyes brightened and a grin stretched her features. Her bell-like giggle filled the cabin, and she tossed her leg over Bane’s lap to straddle him and kiss his cheeks.
“Um, we’re not alone, Jo.” He brushed a quick kiss over her lips. He felt the question in her thoughts. “It’s not really normal to make out in front of other people.” He wrapped his arms around her back and squeezed hard before lifting her off his lap.
“How’s it been going with her special needs?” Q-ter called through the divider with an adolescent snicker in his voice.
Bane’s hands fisted and he resisted the urge to cover Jo’s ears in case Q-ter said something rude. “Her name is Josie, and you’ll keep your commentary to yourself.” He felt Josie following the stream of his thoughts to figure out what he meant.
“Jo…” He took her hands in his but looked at her firmly. “I’d appreciate it if you’d stop poking around in my brain, okay?”
She bit her lip. “Okay.” She nodded, and when her chin fell, Bane gripped it between his thumb and forefinger, raising her face.
“Not that it isn’t fun hearing you.”
Her eyes darkened and an image shot into his mind of her climbing on his lap and writhing them both to climax.
Bane’s eyes closed, his forehead drew together, and his mouth opened. He wiped a hand down his face. “Babe, you are going to have to stop thinking that way.”
A grin lit her lips. “Now who’s listening?”
“I'm almost going to miss it when you get reprogrammed.” He wasn’t sure if the surge of sadness he felt came from Josie or himself.
“And what will happen then?” The van swerved into a turn, throwing their bodies together. Bane gripped a hand-hold to stabilize them both.
“Sorry!” Q-ter laughed.
The van rumbled under them and Bane kept a hold on her hand. “Frank’ll see how much of your programming he can strip without doing a complete reset of your operating system.”
She watched out the window of the van, and Bane wondered what she thought of the trees and buildings passing by. When she didn’t answer, he started talking to fill the space.
“You probably won’t be able to function without a husband unless he seriously alters your programming. It may be a little add-on Adam installed, in which case it’s not a big deal to take it out. But given that you died…”
Josie watched the world roll by. “And that would be horrible for you?”
“You dying?” His heart leapt into his throat.
“You really are stupider than you look.”
Bane pretended he hadn’t known what she meant. He looked out the window, around the van, at his fingernails, anywhere but at her.
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Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her paranormal romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's dismay, the sex tends to get completely out of hand.
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