Elaine
I love my job, I love my house, and I love my cat. What else do I need out of
life? Hmmm...maybe the hot new IT guy from work. Those dimples...And don’t get
me started on his forearms.
But he’s way too young. Plus, office romance is never a good idea. Besides, my
relationship track record is pitiful and the last thing I need is to get my
heart broken again. So Simon Walker can take his charm, his Star Wars sheets,
and his genius IQ and sweet talk some sweet young thing.
Simon
Elaine Madigan is easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Hilarious.
Sexy. Smart. And unfortunately, she’s also convinced herself that I’m way too
young for, so she’s friend-zoned me.
Somehow I need to show her how grown up I really am. I need her to see that I’m
ready to settle down--with her. It’s no easy task, but that doesn’t scare me.
After all, I’m a techie, and cracking codes is what I do. No matter what it
takes, I’ll hack the code to her heart.
The IT Guy by Andi Burns is a dual POV standalone work romance with a
younger hero, office hijinks, lots of laughs, and plenty of steam.
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Louise's Review
The IT Guy is the first novel for Burns, I jumped on it soon as I read the blurb.
Elaine isn’t denying the IT guy is gorgeous, she has become friends even when she destroys laptops. Simon has had a crush since day 1, and finally he decides to ask her out; they have chemistry together but Elaine is not handling the age gap very well, will she realise before its too late that she has pushed the best thing in her life away?
I enjoyed reading this story, even though I want strangle Elaine for her insecurities I found both of the characters lovable. I might possibly have had the same reaction to the Star Wars sheets as Elaine though!
I look forward to reading more from this new to me author.
Star Ratings; Plot: 4/5 Characters: 4/5 Heat: 4/5 Writing Style: 4/5 Overall: 4/5
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EXCERPT
Simon
We’ve been at this scavenger hunt for a good half hour, and we’re tied at 5.
We’ve got a list of outlandish costumes and the goal is to spot as many, in
real time, as we can. People watching is fun, but let’s face it: I’ve mostly
been watching Elaine--the way she smiles softly, the way she toys with the ends
of her hair or the bracelets on her wrist. I thought I was crushing before, but
spending time with her one-on-one, (and no, the occasional carpool does not
count) has me completely enchanted.
She scans the bar again, but the look on her face tells me she’s come up empty.
I take a quick glance around and smile.
“What?”
“Sexy nun for the win.”
“No freaking way.”
“Yes freaking way. Sexy nun right at your back. Wait.okay, look now.” I watch
her turn to spot a co-ed in little more than a crop-top and a habit. Seriously,
her skirt’s the size of a business envelope, which could be an issue in the
eyes of the Lord. “Holy crap, that girl will catch pneumonia.”
“Maybe the sexy doctors at the bar should lend a hand?”
She laughs, and my heart expands. “Well, sure. It’s the medically responsible
thing to do.”
I shake my head at the visual. “Sounds like a bad porno.”
“Is there such a thing as a good porno?” The sincerity in her voice makes me
choke on my beer.
“Oh, God! I’m sorry! Are you okay? Here, put your arms up. Maybe you need the
sexy doctors?”
I cough loudly and draw a few stares. I smile in reassurance. “I’m good,” I
promise, as I clear my throat a final time. “I don’t need the sexy doctors.
Thoroughly enjoying my evening with a sexy copy-editor, though.”
Elaine blushes at my compliment as I flag down the scarecrow. Hell, even I’m
impressed with the level of smooth I’ve been able to maintain. Being with
Elaine is so easy that all--well, okay, a solid 50%--of my awkwardness seems to
have dissipated.
The scarecrow returns and nods when I ask for a refill. She turns to Elaine,
“Another for you, too?”
“Yes, thanks, but I’ll switch to a Shirley Temple Black.” Scarecrow nods again
and disappears into the crowd.
“Did you seriously just order a Shirley Temple? That’s awesome. I don’t
think I’ve had one of those since I was ten.”
She opens her mouth, and I’d bet my Wookie collection she’s about to knock on
my age.
Emboldened by the fact that I’m making her laugh and this date is going well,
despite my inability to wear matching shoes, I reach across the table and press
my finger to her lips. “Don’t say it.”
She widens her eyes with innocence, but I’m not fooled. Gifted program,
remember? “Don’t. Whatever crack you were going to say about my age or yours,
don’t.” Scarecrow returns with our drinks, and I accept mine, even if it means
pulling my hand away from Elaine’s lips.
“I wasn’t going to say anything.” She can’t keep a straight face as she lifts
her drink.
“Bullshit. You were two seconds away from saying something like, ‘When you were
ten? What was that? Three years ago?’” I’m sure I impress her with my
exaggerated falsetto.
“Yes, well.” She looks appropriately and adorably sheepish. “I was merely going
to clarify that a Shirley Temple Black is an improvement on the old standard
because it contains a shot of vodka. And the Black comes in because that was
her married name.”
“Who knew? And it’s good, this grown up version?”
“It’s delicious.” She sips her drink through her straw, and my cock, which has
been half hard since this date began, presses painfully against my fly. Christ.
If she starts talking about porn again, I’ll go out of my damn mind.
She reaches across the table this time and puts her hand in mine, lacing our
fingers together. Her thumb rubs over my pulse point; it’s barely a touch, but
it’s enough to drive me crazy.
Her hand moves down to my forearm, and her fingers caress the skin there. It
feels good, sure, but when I look up at her and see the flush on her cheeks and
I know she’s getting turned on by my forearms, I nearly lose it.
She pulls away quickly, and I’m about to protest or cry like a baby, but she’s
toying with the little plastic sword, and I’m a little mesmerized as she peels
a cherry off the length of the sword, rolls it on the tips of her fingers, and
then points it in my direction. “Want my cherry?”
Sweet. Jesus.
AUTHOR BIO
Andi Burns writes contemporary romance infused with humor, sass, and steam. She
loves a happily-ever-after as much as her characters do, and she always reads
the last page of a book first, just to make sure it all turns out okay.
Andi lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and daughters. When she’s not
writing, she’s reading, folding laundry, or daydreaming about her next hero and
heroine.
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