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  Her new toy has something extra she hadn’t counted on. A soul—and an attitude.

  Only one week, and Milla Sulay will start her lonely new life on the Homestead planet Selkca. In anticipation, she’s booked passage aboard the Pleasure Princess, where she intends to make use of every amenity—including the Pleasurebots. Mandroids specially designed to give her whatever she wants. For as long as she wants it.

  Except there’s something decidedly unbot-like about the mouth-watering unit sent to her cabin.

  Jarden’s surgical enhancements give him advantages over standard-issue human men, with one exception: he’s tired. Weary of servicing an endless parade of horny, arrogant women. Except his beautiful client can’t quite hide her vulnerability behind the disdainful diva act.

  Before he can figure it out, the cruiser makes an unscheduled stop in Newcity airspace. Not good. In Newcity-speak, he’s a “mecho”…and not exactly legal. After years of working aboard the Princess to earn his freedom, the only place he’s headed is prison.

  Then Milla unexpectedly makes him an offer he should refuse. Within minutes of having his dream snatched away, Jarden must decide if life as her field husband on Selcka is a way out—or simply trading one form of servitude for another.

  This title has been previously published under the title Anything You Want.

  Warning: Contains space-bending sex, turbulent language, and artificial everything…except the one thing that’s guaranteed to arouse all your senses. Hang on, it’s gonna be a bump-and-grind ride!

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  Seeing Stars

  Copyright © 2011 by Megan Hart

  ISBN: 978-1-60928-452-7

  Edited by Lindsey Faber

  Cover by Kanaxa

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  Original Copyright: 2007

  First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. electronic publication: May 2011

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  Seeing Stars

  Megan Hart

  It was the biggest cock Milla Sulay had ever seen. A full ten inches long, three inches wide and made of clear, bendable plaz-foam, it hung next to a neighbor of similar width and girth. That one had an attached, realistically detailed scrotum designed to hold the battery powered motor that provided the unit’s patented thrust-n-grind motion.

  “Take them away,” she said to the SRV-S 327 that had shown her to the stateroom. Milla tried to sound bored instead of appalled—or worse, intimidated—by the immense “amenities”.

  The servbot couldn’t have cared less. Programmed to obey simple commands to the letter and with an extremely limited intuitive function, the SRV-S 327 would turn down her bed, hang up her clothes or draw her a bath, but it would perform all of those functions because that was its purpose, and not from desire. It certainly wouldn’t make judgments about her bedroom habits, no matter what they were. Or weren’t.

  “As you please, miss,” said the servbot in an accent straight out of Olden England. It bobbed its squat metallic body in a parody of a curtsey. “Will there be anything else, miss? Warm bath? Vibro-masturbatory massage? Shall I ring for a Pleasurebot to service you?”

  The warm bath sounded good, but Milla wasn’t interested in being vibrated to orgasm by a faceless, rolling torso made of metal and plaz-glass. The Pleasurebot, on the other hand, was a possibility. “Nothing right now. Thank you.”

  The servbot didn’t require thanks any more than it had required an explanation. Its internal circuits whirred faintly and it bobbed again on hidden springs, then turned on the gear wheel it had in place of feet and left the room. Milla closed the door and leaned against it with a sigh before looking around the cabin with a grin so wide it tickled her earlobes.

  Her first night in her very own cabin, with an entire week ahead of her. A full seven Old Earth-measured days to do whatever she wanted. Milla caught sight of the empty hooks where the gigantic phalluses had hung. Nothing she had planned included self-pleasure. She’d have time enough for that when she got to Selkca and her homesteader’s plot. Years of time, in fact, to make herself come. It would probably be her only choice.

  This week, Milla was going to spend every minute she wasn’t eating expensive pastries being seduced, caressed and aroused as often as possible. She intended to make enough memories to last her for the rest of her long, possibly lonely life.

  Jarden could ignore the flashing red light indicating a cabin in need of service, but there was no way to ignore the whoop-whoop of the bell. With a groan, he rolled onto his back, the hard bunk protesting with every movement. He stabbed at the button on the wall.

  “Your turn, buddy,” he said with a jerk of his thumb toward Peter. “C’mon, you go and let me get some sleep.”

  Peter, a fully equipped COK-275, looked up from the holo-bloid he was watching. “Huh?”

  Jarden sat, hunching so as not to hit his head on the bottom of the bunk. “Your turn.”

  Peter shook his blond head. “Oh, no. I am on break.”

  Jarden sighed. “Fella, you don’t need a break. Right? You can go all night, isn’t that the slogan?”

  “COKs never quit!” Peter beamed, proud, but didn’t trigger off the holo-bloid.

  Jarden reached over to do it for him. The high-pitched voice of the chanteuse currently embroiled in some sort of chastity scandal cut off in mid-croon. Peter blinked, but made no move to turn the holo-bloid back on. That was one good thing about that unit’s lack of brain power. Peter didn’t usually resist suggestion, whether subtly worded or strongly enforced.

  Of course, there was always a first time.

  “Cabin 378 needs service, Pete. Go on and get it.”

  Again, frustratingly, Peter shook his head. At six-two, with a fused-alloy frame and muscles built from the highest quality components, he wasn’t easily pushed physically, even if his mental status made him easily influenced. Jarden couldn’t make the ’bot get up and go by force. He had to find a way to convince Peter he wanted to go.

  “Think of that hot, wet pussy waiting for you, Peter.” Jarden watched the front of Peter’s thin briefs tent, just a little. “Yeah, see? Think about fucking some sweet, hot piece of snatch, right?”

  Peter’s hand went to his crotch and massaged. “I like to fuck.”

  “I know you do, fella.” Jarden himself liked to fuck, quite a bit. The problem was, unlike Peter, Jarden wasn’t a COK, a DIK or a STUD of any model year. He was as human as any man could be, aside from the sixty-seven percent of him that had been recreated from artificial materials. The artificial systems regulating his circulation meant he could keep an erection more than twice as long as a so-called normal man, and climax more than once during a fuck-session, but damn it, he still needed to sleep once in a while. With the Pleasure Princess at full capacity and several of the Pleasurebots who’d normally be providing the sexual services the passengers required out of operation for repairs, Jarden had been pulling double shifts.

  “I’m tired, Peter,” Jarden explained simply, because Peter couldn’t understand anything much more complex. “I need a few hours of shut-eye. Okay?”

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