Blurb -
Suzi Hotwired for each other... When Ross Dixon is kidnapped from his office, along with the sexy lawyer who'd been busting his balls over a deal that should have been a walk in the park, he wakes to find a devotion chip surgically implanted in his brain. If that isn't bad enough, the chip, designed to trigger emotional reactions between him and the woman lying next to him, is working overtime on his libido.
Mistaken for Ross's flavor of the month, Kayla Michaels, a 22nd century lawyer, doesn't have a problem spending time in Ross's bed--or over his desk--but she wants no part in the romantic feelings the chip is provoking. She's been down that road before and ended up burned.
Kayla and Ross struggle to find answers while coming to terms with the constant lust sizzling between them, but along the way each wonders if the emotions are real or just a side effect of being hotwired.
Excerpt:
Suzi Hotwired for each other... When Ross Dixon is kidnapped from his office, along with the sexy lawyer who'd been busting his balls over a deal that should have been a walk in the park, he wakes to find a devotion chip surgically implanted in his brain. If that isn't bad enough, the chip, designed to trigger emotional reactions between him and the woman lying next to him, is working overtime on his libido.
Mistaken for Ross's flavor of the month, Kayla Michaels, a 22nd century lawyer, doesn't have a problem spending time in Ross's bed--or over his desk--but she wants no part in the romantic feelings the chip is provoking. She's been down that road before and ended up burned.
Kayla and Ross struggle to find answers while coming to terms with the constant lust sizzling between them, but along the way each wonders if the emotions are real or just a side effect of being hotwired.
Excerpt:
The sight of her grandfather’s vintage motorcycle warmed her heart. The shiny chrome had a thin layer of dust, but leather-covered handgrips called her forward. A birthday present when she turned fourteen, the bike had freed her from the schedule of the local trolley.
Kayla caressed the length of the black seat and sighed. In her younger days, the thrill of riding her bike with the rhythm of the road racing between her legs almost qualified as good sex. Her thoughts jumped to Ross. Penetration from his cock added more to the event than a stimulating vibration of her clit.
“I have to think about something other than screwing around with Ross Dixon,” she grumbled and twisted off the cap to the bio-fuel tank. After locating a fuel can, she poured a mixture of her father’s soybean mush into the reservoir of the bio-converter.
Ready to go, she threw a leg over the seat and started the engine. The roar fed her desire for freedom as she raced down the lane for the dying town of Grizzly. But it couldn’t satisfy her desire for Ross Dixon.
Anita
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