Bliss Drake has blue screened. Suffering from a broken heart and a dead computer, she finds herself standing in the middle of an electronics store nursing sweaty palms and lusty thoughts.
Tall, dark, and sexy, Brad Hoffman is a self-proclaimed nerd. When the beautiful black woman with a serious fear of computers starts talking about flinging herself into a display case at his favorite electronics store, he’s happy to offer his…erm…services.
Can a computer-phobic beauty and a sexy nerd ever sync up? Only if they can cobble together the right bits ‘n bytes!!
Pauline, Night Owl Reviews!
“Sam Cheever delivers a fantastic modern day love story in this sweet and steamy offering. The witty banter and the comfortable rapport between the hero and heroine had me feeling that they belonged together.”
The moon was just visible, fat and round, above the tree line. A soft breeze wafted across Bliss’ face as she stood in the yard and watched Brad throw a tennis ball for the largest dog. He was a beauty. Massive and muscular, with cream and gray fur and one blue eye. Bliss wondered what kind of dog he was.
Around him skittered the three smaller dogs, which, though barely bigger than her snow boots, had personalities that seemed every bit as big as their massive brother. They took turns snagging the tennis ball away from the dog Brad called Mixxer and running off with it, ears flying, stumpy legs pumping, and long tails trailing out behind them as they dodged and ducked and totally outmaneuvered the much bigger dog. Before she realized what she was doing, she found herself laughing at their antics.
Suddenly she realized she was almost enjoying herself, despite the fact that she was outside, dressed like a refugee from a natural disaster, with dirt and grass under her shoes and bugs buzzing threateningly around her head. She kept an eagle eye on the buzzing monsters, determined to keep them away from her virgin skin. Brad had given her a small, blue fan with bug repellent inside and she was frantically waving it around her body, warding off any bug that was ballsy or hungry enough to make a run at her despite the repellent-filled air she blew at them.
Bliss momentarily forgot her protective efforts when Sissy suddenly broke away from the pack and flew toward her, ears flying and tongue lolling. She knelt down to pet the tiny dog and immediately felt the sting of something on her arm. With a squeal of alarm, Bliss slapped at it and grimaced as her hand came away coated with something that looked suspiciously like legs. “Argh! Bleck!”
A clean, white rectangle appeared before her face. “Use this. Mosquitoes are one of the downsides of country living I’m afraid.”
Bliss looked up into his bright green eyes and felt a clunk somewhere in the vicinity of her stomach. His warm, yummy smell enveloped her, pushing away all thoughts of bugs and things that go buzz in the night.
Oh yeah, she had it bad. “Thanks.”
Bliss swiped bug guts off her hand and arm and tried to give the handkerchief back to him.
He shook his head. “Keep it until we get back. You might need it again.”
She grimaced but nodded. Tiny paws hit her calves and she glared down at Sissy. “It’s all your fault I got bitten. If I hadn’t been looking at how cute you were running over to me I would have headed that one off.”
The little dog’s tail drooped, tucking tightly between her legs, and she whimpered.
Bliss’ eyes widened. “Oh my god! I was just teasing. Why does it look so sad?”
Brad reached down and plucked Sissy off the ground, handing her to Bliss without warning. “Dogs are very sensitive to tone of voice, Bliss. And they don’t recognize sarcasm.”
Bliss clamped the little creature to her chest with both arms, holding her so tightly Sissy squeaked in alarm. “I-I don’t know how to hold it.”
Brad touched her arm. “It’s okay, you don’t have to hold her so tightly, just relax and she’ll snuggle in.”
Bliss forced her muscles to unclench and the little dog gave her a kiss on the nose in response, then she settled down in Bliss’ arms, one fat little leg drooping limply over her forearm as she settled her head in the crook of Bliss’ elbow with a soft sigh.
“Shall we take a walk?”
Bliss nodded, her brown eyes wide. She was sure she’d fall and drop the little creature that lay so trusting in her arms. But she followed Brad and the other dogs as they headed toward the side yard, where a wide, vegetation-free path began at the edge of the woods and disappeared into something that looked like it might have come from Aesop’s Fables.
Brad stopped at the entrance to the path and waited for her to catch up. The dogs ran ahead, barking excitedly. “I keep the path pretty clear, but you’ll need to keep an eye out for tree roots and fallen branches. Just stay close to me and I’ll make sure you don’t take a header down the hill.”
Bliss laughed, lifting a heavy, unattractive shoe off the ground. “I’m wearing Humvees on my feet, I’m fairly confident I can handle this path. If nothing else they’ll keep me upright, like a bop bag.”
“Don’t make fun of my Tractor King rubber specials. You can hike, swim, and excavate diamond mines in those shoes.”
Bliss laughed, entering the path at his side. “Unfortunately, what you can’t do is look fashionable in them.”
Brad shrugged. “Who needs fashion when you have function?”
“Me. I need fashion, Brad. You might as well know that about me right now.” She stopped and gave him an earnest look. “Since you shared your completely embarrassing obsession for small, hairy creatures with me tonight, you might as well know my worst too. I make it a point to never look less than perfectly pulled together. My nails are sacred sculptures, I’m passionate about shoes to a fault, and my clothes take up half of my twelve hundred square foot apartment. I worship at the altar of looking pretty and abhor dirt and bugs of every kind. Most importantly, I resist fresh air and wide open spaces at all costs. I’m the consummate city mouse.”
“Even a city mouse takes a vacation to the country now and then.” His warm breath, still spicy with the remnants of dinner, slid across her face, making her belly clench low and hard.
Bliss blinked. When had he moved so close? And why didn’t she step away? “Not…” She took a deep breath as his hand found the skin of her arm. “Not this city mouse.”
He lowered his head, moving his lips a whisper away from hers. “And yet…here you are.” The touch of his lips against hers was explosive. Bliss’ body fell into him of its own accord. She seemed to have no control over her hips as they folded toward his under slight pressure from the large hand in the small of her back.
The night buzzed with the sound of insects and the rustle of nocturnal creatures. In the near distance, Brad’s dogs barked and plunged happily through the tall grass and weeds between the trees. A soft breeze picked up, rustling through Bliss’ hair, which was now mostly dog spit free thanks a few minutes spent in front of the bathroom mirror.
She didn’t notice any of it. Her whole essence, her every thought and sensation, were tied up in the man in her arms.
His scent, the feel of his heated skin beneath her questing fingers, the sound of his heart beating against hers…all those things encompassed her, drowning out the rest.
He turned his head slightly and deepened the kiss, pulling the very air from her lungs. She felt a moan bubbling up as his hands skimmed over her back, rubbing it in gentle, sensual circles that made something low in her body tighten with need.
Bliss slipped her fingers through his hair, so soft, like silk against her fingers, and fought to get closer to him. She wanted to touch every inch of his long, lean body with hers, wanted so much to grind herself against the hard ridge she could feel beneath his jeans, lose herself in the feel of him…his incredible scent…but something was in the way.
Something that was starting to wriggle and give off tiny little squeaks of alarm. Sissy!
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