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    Coming Soon! You’ll notice that my coming soon books have been taken off the left sidebar. That’s because I have lots of big news to share, but….Can’t share it yet. If you want to be the first to know the skinny on my next book release, sign up for my newsletter! Up there in theRead more...
  • Lynne’s Reading Corner November 25, 2014
    Before I was a writer, I was a reader. (Still am) I devour a book a week, minimum, usually more. This month, the book I’m most looking forward to reading is The Best Kind of Love by Kerri Carpenter. It’s a small-town contemporary I had the chance to read in draft form, and I can’t wait. It comesRead more...
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    This will be the first year not going to Miami. Instead we are heading up to New York City to see the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. We have no plans for a turkey dinner on Thursday and Mr. Silver keeps joking that we’ll eat at the $0.99 pizza place. Um, no thank you, but myRead more...

Heated Match

heated_match_cover_smallA lead byline and a cover story were what journalist Loren Stanton wanted most. Until she meets genetically enhanced soldier, Adam Blacker. Team leader of a top-secret covert ops group, Adam never wanted to search for his genetic match, but whenever he gets close to Loren, things turn hot quickly, making him forget every reason he had for retaining his bachelor status. After a scorching night together, neither is in any doubt they are connected at the DNA-deep level, although both fear the high stakes of what it means to be together.

Loren gives Adam two weeks to prove he is bred for more than war. He must show he is coded for love.

 

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Copyright © LYNNE SILVER, 2012

“Adam!”

Slowly he turned back to face her and her stomach clenched with a thrill of fear and desire. Last night’s civilized dancer in a tuxedo was completely gone. In his place stood a snarling, angry, completely aroused soldier.

She used the balls of her feet to scoot farther against the wall and measured the distance between her current location and the bathroom door. Her calculations proved unnecessary.

With an untranslatable growl, Adam flung himself into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

She waited a minute then tapped on the door. “Um, Adam? Are you okay?”

“The damn door doesn’t lock. Back. Away.”

Alrighty then. With him behind a closed door, the aching in her lower belly subsided a degree. “Adam, will you tell me what’s going on?” She bit her lip and fondled a stiff nipple through her blouse before registering where her hands were. Adam needed to answer her questions, like right now, because she had no idea why she was locked in this small conference room with an angry, sexy man. “Adam, please.”

“You work for a newspaper. Don’t you read it?”

“Well, sure, but that doesn’t explain why we’re locked in here together.”

“Think, Loren. What did the articles say about how the Program gains new members?”

She racked her brain trying to remember. “Um, through birthing a new generation, right? But…”

The door opened a crack and she could see his anguished expression peeking through.

“Use your brain. Do I have to explain the birds and the bees? You’re no virgin, are you?”

“I know how babies are made, Adam,” she said. “But the article said you only breed with women who are your perfect genetic match…oh…” Shep’s words came back in a flash. “They think I’m your genetic match?”

He gave a curt nod and started to close the door again. She shoved her foot in to stop him. “How did they figure that out so quickly?”

“The cheek swab at the entry. I’m such an idiot. I should’ve guessed last night.”

She pushed the door open to see him better and sat back on her heels on the threshold between rooms. “How could you have guessed? It’s not like I had my DNA code printed on my dress. How does it work, exactly?” Loren asked.

“Not sure of all the scientific details, but I guess the best way to describe it is like a numbers game. The doctors know there are certain genetic combinations that will produce certain qualities. The Program has a list of their top desired traits.”

“And how do they usually find a matching female? I assume most are not so accommodating as to show up at the front door like I did.”

Adam turned at the sharp bite in her voice. “You’d be surprised,” he muttered.

“Do they kidnap women off the streets and check their blood?” she asked. “Or wait, let me guess, the Red Cross is actually a sham organization front for you to use as a recruiting pool.”

He shifted at her guess, telling her she was somewhat accurate.

“Oh my God. I’m right. I see you avoiding my gaze.”

“The Red Cross is an excellent organization doing important work,” he said. “But, on occasion, we will pull samples from them or other research sites to scan for appropriate genetic matches.”

“And then what? You kidnap them? Oh wait, you do that for fun, like you did me.” She folded her arms across her chest and stared at him, daring him to answer.

“No. We invite potential candidates in for a job interview. Doctor, administrative assistant, teacher for the day care, accountant, you name it.”

“And do you lock them all in a room with their potential match?”

He flung her an exasperated look. “I don’t know all the details. It’s not my department. I do know you should not have drunk the water. I can’t believe you drank the fucking water. You’re feeling the effects right now, aren’t you? Worse than last night.”

“What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t I drink the water? And what should I be feeling?” she asked nervously, but she had a very good inkling as to what he referred.

“The ache. You were a homing beacon for me last night. I could barely let you go.”

“I managed to leave,” she said.

He cocked his head at her. “Yeah, you did. How?”

He looked genuinely curious, but she couldn’t help noticing his hand was directly over the formidable bulge in his pants, massaging roughly. “You frightened me. I’d never felt that way with a man before, even…even in bed with my last boyfriend.” She swallowed over the lump in her throat her confession had formed.

“What about your current boyfriend? Does he heat you up?”

“Current boyfriend? I’m not— Oh. I, um, lied. I’m not dating anyone.”

A flicker of a smile passed his lips so quickly she wasn’t sure it had really happened.

“What about now? Are you feeling it now?” he asked.

She felt a blush creep from the top of her breasts up to the roots of her hair, and she couldn’t look him in the eye as she nodded. “My nipples are starting to hurt. Did drinking the water do that?”

He didn’t seem embarrassed at all as he accepted her confession matter-of-factly. “It’s one of the symptoms on the Rovinsky scale. The water is laced with a drug that makes you more receptive to your match. It’s going to make you crazed for the next twenty-four hours, and I’m going to respond. If I weren’t your match, you wouldn’t feel as aroused. It’s how they test the science behind the blood work.”

“What?” Twenty-four hours of feeling like this, and she was starting to worry this was just the beginning. Her arousal was increasing every second.

“Rovinsky, our founder, came up with a list of what happens when two genetic matches meet. I don’t have it memorized, but I remember painful nipples for the female is on there.”

“What else?”

“A matched couple will be able to find each other, even in a crowded space, up to several thousand feet.”

“What you’re saying is you could drop us at either end of Disney and we’d find each other, even without cell phones?”

He nodded. “Right at the Haunted Mansion, but don’t say ‘us’. We,” he waggled a finger in the space between them, “are not a match. I can’t be matched.”

“Why not?”

“My reasons are my own. I won’t let Shep manipulate me like this.”

She was shocked at the hurt his rejection caused, like a bowling ball hurled at her heart. She shouldn’t be sad. She didn’t want to be a breeding partner either. She had a life to get back to.

“What are the other symptoms?” Maybe if he listed more of them, they would discover they were not a perfect match after all.

He ticked them off on his fingers. “I’ve already said homing beacon for both partners and painful nipples for the female. Your body is getting ready for pregnancy.”

She glanced down, stunned. She could almost feel her womb rippling to life. “What else?” she asked in a whisper.

“Male arousal.” He looked almost shamefaced as he gestured to the erection fighting free of his pants.

She stared a shade longer than was acceptable, nearly having to sit on her hands to stop from stroking the alluring bulge.

“Don’t do that,” he said in a strained voice.

“Do what?”

“Don’t look at me like you want a piece. I’m holding on to my control by a thread. If you make a move, I’ll take you.”