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Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
Description: BLACK COPPER: Doctor Laura Kinsey is a mild mannered psychiatrist who hasn't been able to enjoy sex for years. Fondled by a family friend while a teen, she now finds any type of intimacy leaves her feeling cold and threatened. Her fear is so debilitating, it broke up her and her fiancé. But when Laura is taken into custody by a smoking hot android Enforcer, things definitely change for the better. Kronos is a Reaper Series android tracking down a rogue scientist accused of killing five of his colleagues. Notorious for being the most ruthless android Enforcer, Kronos is accustomed to getting what he wants. The one thing he doesn't count on is his detainee Laura. Being trapped with a beautiful woman day after day has a profound effect on him. And once Kronos tastes the passion buried within Laura, he knows this is one captive he never intends to let go. SWITCHBLADE: Vivian Mercer is a seasoned Justice capturing criminals all over the galaxy. Despite her success, sometimes she rubs people the wrong way, like new Chief Justice Jazen Strom. Insulted by her abrasive rebuff of his seduction, Jazen decides Vivian needs to be taught a serious lesson. And the best way to deliver that lesson is to team her up with a Switchblade Series android programmed to take her out. Griffin is a decommissioned Switchblade Series android procured in secret to end Vivian's career. The only problem is he's not very good at following orders, especially when they involve someone this good looking.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: June 2012

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [235 KB]
Words: 49556
Reading time: 141-198 min.

Chapter 1

The first thing Kronos smelled as he came down the hall of the Necrodyne Research Complex was the pungent order of burnt flesh. It was an unsettling scent and a harsh reminder of what should not be here. This was a place where great minds created androids and other technology. It shouldn't smell like anything but fresh floor wax and industrial cleansers. He tried to shrug it off but the stench of death made him a little melancholy.

The Necrodyne Research Complex was one of the oldest facilities of its kind in the nation. It was also the birthplace of technology far more advanced than anyone could have imagined only a few short years ago. Gifted scientists the world over competed with each other just for a chance to train here. Now some of those brilliant minds had been silenced forever. As Kronos advanced on the bodies he knew one thing for certain, whoever had committed these crimes had done so out of passion. No one would use an ion pulse pistol for murder unless they were trying to make a point. That kind of weapon left a nasty burn wound that screamed this was personal.

Kronos stopped under the harsh white lights to examine the scene. He detested florescent lights as they often gave him vision headaches. Frowning, he stared down at the bodies. There were six in all: five men and one woman. From the position of the bodies they all looked like they'd been attacked suddenly, without warning. Kronos suspected they knew their murderer. No one could have gotten into a facility like this without a security code. Each victim had a three-inch burn hole in the middle of their chest from an ion pulse round.

Two other Enforcers joined him and scanned the scene. They were Maximillian, a Stinger Series and Proteus, a new Viper Series model. Maximillian glanced up and down the hall. "Witnesses?" he asked.

Kronos leaned against the wall wishing someone would dim the lights. "None but the video cameras. Apparently this happened in the early morning hours."

Proteus crouched by the woman's body. He placed his fingers tenderly by the wound as if it might hurt her. "That would be consistent with the wounds," he said. "Someone would surely have heard this if it had happened during normal working hours." He searched her pockets and pulled out a brown leather wallet. Flipping through the contents he found a picture of two beautiful smiling children, a girl and a messy-haired boy with a mischievous smile. Proteus lingered on the picture for a moment then returned the wallet to the woman's pocket. He looked up into Kronos' eyes. "You the leader on this case?"

"Yes," Kronos replied.

Proteus stood up and turned his attention to an older man rushing toward them. He wore the dusty gray uniform of the complex's security guards. Kronos wondered why they hadn't switched all their security to a more reliable mainframe system like the master online transmission relay, or MOTR as they called her.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to get this information to you but some of our records were destroyed by a virus." He stopped in front of Kronos and for a moment the android thought the old man was going to fall to his knees. The guard's hands shook as he handed Kronos a small strip of paper with an access code written on it in pen.

Kronos reached his mind out to the complex mainframe and recited the access code to her. At first she denied him, blocking him from her information so he refined his approach. Sometimes these older systems needed more time and attention to get them to cooperate. He communicated with her in the old machine language she knew telling her how efficient and refined she was. He was careful to be tender with her and after a few tense moments, he was able to soothe her.

Like the door of a great temple opening she let him in. With a rush of data he was inside her databanks with a million images surging into his thoughts. He told the mainframe which area and approximate time he wanted to access and the murders came up immediately. Kronos froze the image of the shooter and sent it to a nearby screen. A commercial had been running in a silent loop on the screen when it abruptly blinked off. The screen went black then blinked on and the image came up. All three androids stared at the assailant in the frozen video frame. Kronos looked at the security guard. "Do you know this man?"

The old man's eyes grew watery and his lips thinned. "Yes," he said. "Yes I do know him. His name is Doctor Keith Shipley and he was a visiting scientist a few years back in the robotics lab. He created an android series but there were problems. The units had too many bugs and ended up killing two civilians in the parking lot one night because the people didn't respond to questions fast enough. Rumor was he skipped a few steps during testing to get them on the market faster. Well, after that he was suspended without pay. He was real bitter about it when he left."

Kronos studied Shipley's face on the screen. He looked like many middle-aged scientists of his generation, glasses, balding, and pasty pale. "Who are his known associates?"

The security guard stiffened. "I could only find one. He was apparently seeing a shrink named Laura Kinsey." He handed Kronos a business card with the woman's picture on it. She was lovely with bright blue eyes and light brown hair the color of wheat. She wore a tense smile as if she'd rather be anywhere other than taking a picture of herself. For a moment, Kronos let the picture take him away and he wondered what a man like Shipley and her would have to talk about. Did he tell her of his latest discoveries or were their conversations of a more intimate nature? And what did she do while Shipley droned on about himself? Did she listen politely and wonder what she was going to have for dinner or did this strange little man fascinate her in some way?

Kronos felt oddly jealous of the time they'd spent together. Was she really helping Shipley or was the scientist just going to see her because he enjoyed the exclusive attention? Obviously something hadn't worked because Shipley had killed six of his co-workers only hours after he'd last seen her.

"We'll make next of kin on these six," Maximillian said, gesturing to the ground. His words pulled Kronos from his thoughts. "I'm sure you'd like to get started on your rogue scientist."

Kronos met his brother android's gaze and a moment of understanding passed between them. Max must have watched him staring at the psychologist's photo. Was his loneliness that obvious? Without saying anything, Kronos turned and headed out into the cold, empty night.

He was glad to finally be out of that building with its million florescent lights. His headache was just now beginning to fade. Kronos paused to look down at Doctor Kinsey's picture on the card and committed it and her address to memory. Finding her should be easy. Her office isn't too far from here. Just as he got to his transport it started to rain.