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Nobody's
Angel
Sylvie Kaye
Dirk Reynard is in search of a wife. His Pentium PC works fine
for running his businesses--digital farming and ranching, with a
bit of rodeo stock thrown in. So finding an absolute angel to
marry on the Internet should be no problem.
Kristabelle Lewis is a small town librarian, and still on a
no-tech, Dewey decimal, card catalogue system. Thanks to her
shopaholic ways she has a dress for any occasion--well, almost.
Software, hardware, shareware? What does a woman wear on an
accidental, computerized date?
A computer-arranged blind date, a case of mistaken identity, a
brother out to prove cyber mating is flawed, and a neighbor with
a criminal past all add to the romp. Dirk and Krista go from a
Reno restaurant, to an isolated mountain cow camp, and
ultimately, to Las Vegas to attend a chapel wedding complete
with an Elvis impersonator.
Excerpt
His eager mouth continued to
work over hers. She gasped to suck in a bit of air. Just as her
jacket slithered to the carpeted floor and she was about to
follow, the elevator car dropped. She grasped the railing to
keep her balance. The elevator bounced with a hefty bounce. She
figured they must have finally hit the ground level.
"We're here." The words tumbled from his lips, not sounding the
least disappointed.
Krista sighed her disappointment and finger combed her hair in
an attempt to look presentable before entering the lobby.
Quickly, she smoothed down her skirt and picked up her jacket
and shoes from the elevator's carpeted floor. With a loud whoosh
and a gush of cooling air, the doors hissed opened.
Dirk swung her up into his arms. Her shoes and jacket dangled
from her fingers. Numbers danced before her eyes. 501. 503. No
doubt about it. This was not the lobby.
"Put me down," she giggled, squirming in his strong arms. "What
will people think?"
He stopped in the middle of the empty hallway. "They'll think
you're saving your strength for other things." His hazel eyes
held hers.
She should tell him to shush up. She should tell him she wasn't
the other-things-kind-of-girl. But suddenly she wanted to be.
She nuzzled her head under his clean-shaven chin. He smelled of
a musky aftershave. She cuddled up against his broad chest.
Although her tall, muscled birthday gift lacked glitzy paper and
a bow, she all but drooled over the idea of him doing a slow
peel.
He moved down the hall in long strides. She watched their
combined shadow darken the burgundy-and-gray stripes on the
wallpaper. Doors with brass plates slipped by. 507. 509.
Dinner, dancing, and being carried off to a man's room, oh, but
this was going to be one outrageously romantic birthday to
remember all right.
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