Love, Technically

LT_500 NEWBillionaire 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.

Love, Technically available July 29, 2013 from Entangled Publishing

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Excerpt:

Time for a last-ditch effort. If it didn’t work, she’d have to grab a flash drive and pay to print out the document at the twenty-four hour printing store near her house with money she didn’t have. She kicked the printer stand and caught it as it wobbled. “That never works, but I appreciate the sentiment.” She jumped and whirled around to see a young guy, looking nerdy in an endearing way. He wore a ratty black T-shirt with the words There’s no place like 127.0.0.1. She guessed it was a computer joke. Despite her confusion, she took note of the way the numbers spread across his wide chest, hinting at some interesting muscles hiding behind the geeky demeanor. She had to lift her chin to see his face.

 

“You startled me.” She placed a hand to her chest to calm down her wildly beating heart, which jumped thanks to being startled but also at her close proximity to a tall, handsome man. At least, she thought he was handsome. A baseball cap pulled low over his brow prevented her from seeing most of his face, other than a nicely squared jawline shadowed by a hint of a dark beard. “Do you need help?”

 

“That would be amazing. I have to get my weekly time sheet and call log printed and on my boss’s desk.” “Let me see what I can do, but for future reference, the help desk is always on call here.” “Help desk?” “The IT group whose sole purpose is to assist—”

 

“The office Luddites.” He grinned. “You said it, not me.” He bent over the printer. “I didn’t even know such a thing existed. It’s my first week here. My first week anywhere.” She blushed and tried to stop rambling. He started to say something, then stopped and walked back to her desk to fiddle with her mouse. He spent a few minutes hitting buttons until he looked up and grinned.

“I found the problem. Come with me.” She followed him around a row of desks to another printer stand that was spitting out a sheaf of papers. She snatched at the pile to see that her document was there in triplicate. Her hand brushed his wrist as she reached for the paper, and then understanding of her silly mistake dawned. She flushed and wanted to hide. “I was sending to the wrong printer bank. I must not have heard it, since I was on the phone.”

He grinned. “Yeah. Easy mistake to make. I would’ve assumed the closest printer too, but now you know.”

 

“Thank you.” She stuck her hand out. “I’m Michelle.” She felt a bit foolish shaking hands as if they were being formally introduced, but she wanted an excuse to touch him, to feel his strong and capable-looking hand in hers.

 

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