
Title: The IT Guy
Author: Andi Burns
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: February 7, 2020
Blurb
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 donāt get me started on his forearms.
But heās 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 Iāve ever
met. Hilarious. Sexy. Smart. And unfortunately, sheās also convinced herself
that Iām way too young for, so sheās friend-zoned me.
Somehow I need to show her how grown up I really am. I need
her to see that Iām ready to settle down--with her. Itās no easy task, but that
doesnāt scare me. After all, Iām a techie, and cracking codes is what I do. No
matter what it takes, Iāll 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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Excerpt
Simon
Weāve been at this
scavenger hunt for a good half hour, and weāre tied at 5. Weāve 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 letās face it: Iāve 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 sheās come up empty. I take a quick
glance around and smile.
āWhat?ā
āSexy nun for the
win.ā
āNo freaking way.ā
āYes freaking way.
Sexy nun right at your back. Wait.okay, look now.ā I watch her turn to spot a
co-ed in little more than a crop-top and a habit. Seriously, her skirtās the
size of a business envelope, which could be an issue in the eyes of the Lord.
āHoly crap, that girl will catch pneumonia.ā
āMaybe the sexy
doctors at the bar should lend a hand?ā
She laughs, and my
heart expands. āWell, sure. Itās the medically responsible thing to do.ā
I shake my head at
the visual. āSounds like a bad porno.ā
āIs there such a
thing as a good porno?ā The sincerity in her voice makes me choke on my beer.
āOh, God! Iām sorry!
Are you okay? Here, put your arms up. Maybe you need the sexy doctors?ā
I cough loudly and
draw a few stares. I smile in reassurance. āIām good,ā I promise, as I clear my
throat a final time. āI donāt need the sexy doctors. Thoroughly enjoying my
evening with a sexy copy-editor, though.ā
Elaine blushes at my
compliment as I flag down the scarecrow. Hell, even Iām impressed with the
level of smooth Iāve 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, āAnother for
you, too?ā
āYes, thanks, but
Iāll switch to a Shirley Temple Black.ā Scarecrow nods again and disappears
into the crowd.
āDid you seriously
just order a Shirley Temple? Thatās awesome. I donāt think Iāve had one
of those since I was ten.ā
She opens her mouth,
and Iād bet my Wookie collection sheās about to knock on my age.
Emboldened by the
fact that Iām 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. āDonāt say it.ā
She widens her eyes
with innocence, but Iām not fooled. Gifted program, remember? āDonāt. Whatever
crack you were going to say about my age or yours, donāt.ā Scarecrow returns
with our drinks, and I accept mine, even if it means pulling my hand away from
Elaineās lips.
āI wasnāt going to
say anything.ā She canāt keep a straight face as she lifts her drink.
āBullshit. You were
two seconds away from saying something like, āWhen you were ten? What was that?
Three years ago?āā Iām sure I impress her with my exaggerated falsetto.
āYes, well.ā She
looks appropriately and adorably sheepish. āI 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.ā
āWho knew? And
itās good, this grown up version?ā
āItās delicious.ā 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, Iāll 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; itās barely a touch, but itās 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 sheās getting
turned on by my forearms, I nearly lose it.
She pulls away
quickly, and Iām about to protest or cry like a baby, but sheās toying with the
little plastic sword, and Iām 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. āWant my cherry?ā
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 sheās not writing, sheās reading, folding laundry, or daydreaming about
her next hero and heroine.
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