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Cyber security consultant, Sloane Cooper is dumped by her wanna-be politician boyfriend, his parting shot—not only are you the worst girlfriend ever, but you're a lousy kisser, too! So she turns to game developer Miles Preston for “kissing lessons”. But Miles doesn't want to be Sloane's rebound guy. How does he convince his best friend steamy kisses are not enough? Traditional wooing won't work. Can a few well chosen gaming obstacles do the trick instead?
“You're not wearing the dress I bought you.”
The up and coming political star with aspirations for the U. S. Senate, was irritated.
Sloane wasn't surprised. She glanced down at the black leggings, emerald-green flowing top inset with slashes of lace, and her favorite Converse tennis shoes before opening the door wide as an invitation to enter.
She grabbed her cell from the side table where she'd left it. Five o'clock? Crap!
Scrambling to find an excuse that wouldn't irritate him further, the only thing she could conjure up was the truth. “I'm sorry. Picked up this sweet gig today. Identifying spyware. Worms. Intruders. The whole nine yards. I lost track of time.”
She backed toward her bedroom and the dress that so wasn't her style.
Her consulting business, Cooper Cyber Securities, was her life. Well, with the exception of Todd, the guy she'd been dating for two years. And she loved it. The challenge. Excitement of the chase. Sussing out code gone wrong. Locking out hackers.
When her apology had no affect—Todd's brows pulled into an intimidating
canyon—Sloane stopped retreating. Hands plunked on hips, she took a stand. She didn't need anyone telling her what to wear. Except just this once she should probably make an exception. If she was interested in talking him out of his foul mood.
She wasn't given a chance.
“My god, Sloane! When are you going to grow up and start living in the real world?”
Real world? What was that supposed to mean? She had a real-world job. She swallowed sudden anger before she said something that wouldn't help the situation. “I said I was sorry. It won't take long to get ready. Ten minutes. Fifteen tops.”
Before she could spin around to perform this miracle—really she'd need at the very least thirty minutes—Todd's next words stopped her cold.
“This isn't going to work for me.”
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Like all children of military families, Susan spent her childhood moving from one duty station to the next. An ardent student of human nature, she acquired a love for ancient history and myth, a fascination for the ridiculous and unusual, and is the first to admit, she still collects way too much useless information. These days, when not working as a Registered Nurse, she writes whenever she can. When not writing, her favorite things to do are spend time with family, read, watch movies, garden, take black-and-white photos, travel, and remodel her house.