Thanks for stopping my by turn on the Love, Technically Tour! Today I have a spotlight of the book. My review is going to post later this week. I'm having Kindle issues and time issues...both happening at the same moment is really not helping.
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Date of Publication: June 29, 2013
Number of pages: 140
Cover Artist: Cover design by Libby Murphy.
Billionaire CEO and computer whiz Noah Frellish is a king among geeks. Women are attracted to his money, but he'd love to meet someone who's actually interested in him. When he helps the sweet and sexy Michelle Kolson with a printing problem, she confuses him for a help desk technician. Noah knows he should clear up this case of mistaken identity, but would she still like him if she knew he was the boss?
Michelle thinks life in Chicago is perfect, as is the whirlwind romance with her smoking-hot coworker. When she unexpectedly finds her job on the chopping block and the man she fell headfirst into bed with running the company, will she abandon her dreams?
Noah must convince the small-town girl to stay in the big city—and that he really is the man she fell for.
About the Author:
By day, Lynne Silver lives the suburban soccer mom life; volunteering with the PTA, doing laundry and working. By night she enters the sensuous world of alpha males and passionate heroines.
She calls the nation’s capital home and lives in an old fixer-upper with her husband and their two sons. When not writing romance, she reads it. Lots of it. Over and over and over again, preferably with a bag of M&Ms in hand.
She is represented by literary agent, Jessica Alvarez of Bookends LLC
Fun Facts about Lynne:
1. She has no sense of direction and could get lost on her way from the kitchen to the bathroom.
2. She grew up in Miami and is a huge Hurricanes fan. (The football team, not the natural disaster.)
3. Speaking of natural disasters…she lived through Hurricane Andrew, though her car and much of her house did not. To this day she is scared of storms and windy days.
4. Lynne eats a lot of sushi and considers herself a bit of a connoisseur. She and her husband considered writing a sushi guide at one time.
Taking a deep breath, he started toward her. He got
close enough to tap her on the shoulder, his stomach in knots
anticipating the verdict. She whirled in a sexy dance move before
he could touch her.
“Sark,” she squealed, and plastered herself against him, pulling
him onto the dance floor. “You came!” The cold condensation
of her beer bottle dripped on the back of his neck as her hands
clasped over his shoulders.
He smiled down at her and wrapped his arms loosely around
her hips. He tried to move in rhythm, but the beat of the song
was something too arrhythmic for him. Weird how he could be
coordinated at biking yet suck on the dance floor. One of life’s
mysteries. Michelle didn’t seem to notice or care about his
awkward side-to-side shuffle, though. She pulled in tighter and
made as if it were a slow song.
Much as his body enjoyed the feel of hers against him from
chest to toe, he had to verbally confirm she wasn’t mad at him. He
pulled back a little.
“Michelle,” he shouted over the music. “Are we okay? You’re
not mad at me?”
“Mad?” She hugged him then stepped back.
He dodged, avoiding her beer bottle smacking him in the
“Yes, I’m mad at you. You’ve been avoiding me all week. I
missed you,” she shouted back, but the huge grin on her face told
him it wasn’t really true.
He smiled at his amazing fortune and tightened his grip,
pulling her against him again. She’d been waiting for him. A friend
shoved a vodka Red Bull in his hand, his usual drink. Careful not
to let it spill down Michelle’s back, he hefted it for a large gulp.
They stayed entwined for the rest of the song, and when the DJ
switched it up to a slow beat, she threaded her fingers through his
hair and rested her cheek against his chest.
The drink in his hand was messing with his need to touch
her and cup her bottom as they swayed to the music. His hands
couldn’t go where they wanted, but his mouth could. He leaned
down to kiss her, and she met his mouth halfway. She tasted like
beer and warm, sexy woman. The kiss grew deeper, stronger.
Around them other couples clung to each other and used the slow
dance as an excuse to get close to their partner.
He stopped pretending and gave in to what he really wanted.
Keeping his mouth on hers, he backed them off the dance floor to
a quieter corner of the club. Somewhere along the way, they lost
their drinks on a table, on the floor. He didn’t know, didn’t care.
What mattered was keeping his connection with Michelle.
They reached the wall of the club and he turned to push her
back against it, all the while keeping the kiss going. Their bodies
pressed together, and he’d give anything to get her alone and
naked. His desire was bordering on painful.
A sharp whistle from behind him jolted them both out of the
“Get a room, you two,” Eve shouted, and a large group of
their friends laughed and a few handfuls of peanuts were thrown.
He laughed and protected Michelle from the tiny flying
missiles. She laughed too, and the intense, heated moments of the
kiss ended. She clung to his hand, which he liked. “I have to get
home,” he shouted over the music. “I have more work to do and
an early meeting tomorrow. Can I get you a ride?”
She leaned in to his ear. “I came with Eve and I should stay
with her, but not too much longer, since I’m interviewing with
Casey and the marketing team tomorrow.”
He pulled back to frown. He wanted to make sure she
wouldn’t be taking the El alone at night.
“Eve drove me. She’s my designated driver,” Michelle said,
obviously seeing something in his worried expression that relaxed
as soon as he heard her words, “and this has been my one beer. I
can’t be hungover tomorrow.”
“Okay. Good luck, and have fun tonight.” He turned to walk
toward the exit, but she tugged him back.
“Are you sure you won’t stay?” she asked.
He loved that she wanted him there, and if he kept looking at
her full pink lips, nothing was sending him away. Except the fact
he was dead on his feet and knew he had to be up in five hours for
an international call. The Red Bull hadn’t been a brilliant idea. “I
have to go. You could come home with me,” he suggested.
She bit her bottom lip and eyed him shyly. “I’m not sure I’m
ready for that. We’ve barely been on an official date yet.”
She was right, and he was embarrassed she thought he was
simply trying to get in her pants. “This weekend, then. I’m taking
you on a real date. Are you free Sunday?”
Her smile was huge and warmed him from head to toe. “Can’t
Knowing he was playing with fire, he kissed her again, quickly,
and got out of Lola’s while he still could.
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