Review ~ Love, Technically by Lynne Silver

Book Description:

Billionaire 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

Lynne Silver

Genre: Romance

Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC

Date of Publication: June 29, 2013

ISBN: 9781622662210

ASIN: B00DTDGJ64

Number of pages: 140

Cover Artist: Cover design by Libby Murphy

Purchase Links: Amazon / B&N

Excerpt:

“These don’t look like any chickpeas I’ve had before.” She peered down at her falafel wrap. Steam curled up from the soft pita.

“They’re ground up, then fried into balls. Try it. It’s delicious.”

“I’m kind of a meat-and-potatoes gal.”

“Hazard of growing up in Iowa?” Sark asked.

“Probably.” She took a big bite of the wrap and leaned over the table as it started to come apart in her hands. “Whoa. Messy.”

Sark handed her a napkin. “Yeah, they can be. Hold it tight on the bottom. Or I can grab a plate and you can use a fork.”

“No. I want to eat it properly.” The salty and nutty flavors exploded on her tongue, accompanied by the refreshing bite of cucumbers and tomato. “It’s delicious.”

“How did the meeting go today? Are people really upset?”

Sark had barely taken any bites of his falafel.

“How do you think people took it? I can’t believe LiteWave is laying people off. If I ever see Noah Frellish, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind. How dare he run a company where people are hired and fired a week later? It’s shameful.”

Sark looked stricken, and she reached out to squeeze his hand resting on the table. “You’re sweet to be upset, but don’t worry.”

He opened his mouth, probably to apologize, so she rushed in to stop him. “Seriously, it’ll be okay. And I’ve thought of the silver lining in all this.”

He paused with the straw of his soda halfway to his sensuous lips. “What’s that?”

“I’ll have more time to spend with you.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she wished for a time machine to go back and retract them. Instead of looking amused or intrigued by her offer, Sark looked ill and choked on the soda coming through the straw.

“Sark, I’m joking,” she hastened to say, inwardly cringing. It was turning into a crap day. First she was laid off, and now she’d made a fool of herself in front of a man she was attracted to. Nice one. “It’s totally fine if you’re not interested.”

He grabbed her wrist, nearly making her drop the falafel.

“Oh, I’m interested. Trust me, I’m interested.” His finger stroked the inside of her wrist, causing shivers to roll down her spine. “Just a bit shocked you’re able to joke about being fired this soon. I can’t imagine how hard being unemployed must be. I wish—” He broke off, looking like he wanted to say something, but changed the subject. “How about dessert? You have seven minutes left.”

She placed a quarter of her remaining falafel back on the foil.

“I’m nearly stuffed, but I can find room for dessert. You didn’t let me pay for my own lunch, so it’s my treat for dessert. I insist.”

They left the falafel restaurant and she dragged him to a newspaper stand anchoring the sidewalk corner. “We should have time for this. Choose anything you want, but I highly recommend these.” She picked up the small brown bag of M&M’s and held them as if they were the finest thing on the menu in a five-star
restaurant.

He grinned and accepted the bag. She grabbed another for herself and dropped two dollars on the counter. They strolled back to the office, sucking back the chocolate rainbow pellets.

“Don’t tell my mother I’m eating these,” he said.

“What, why not? Is your mother a health food nut?” she asked.

“Yup. She’s a nutritionist, and is fine with sweets now and then, but goes crazy about anything with artificial colors. According to her they’re poison. Luckily for Mars, their poison tastes awesome.”

“What about at Halloween—did she let you trick or treat when you were a kid?”

“Yes, but I had to trade in all my candy for other prizes.” He shrugged. “I was only bothered by it at my birthday in school. All the other moms brought in supermarket cupcakes with cool frosting or Superman rings on top. My mom brought in cupcakes, but they were home-baked and always had a vegetable or two
sneaked in. Imagine explaining to third-graders that the green thing in the cupcake was zucchini.”

She laughed. “Oh, no. I’m sorry.”

He shrugged and ate a handful of M&M’s. “It’s okay. And now that I’m older, I see her point. There are some scary chemicals in our processed foods these days.”

They both looked down at the small brown bags for a long, silent second, then laughed in unison as they continued to eat anyway.

As they approached LiteWave’s office building, Michelle said, “Do you know how I could find another job within the company? This is my first experience with big business, and I’m not sure howto go about it. You seem to know everybody.”

He frowned, looking skyward, then back at her. “What would you want to do? If you could have your dream job, what would it be?”

She loved that he was asking about her dreams and wished they had time to cozy up and share more, but she only had a few minutes to spare before she needed to get back to work. “Well, Iused to do all the promotions and signs for my parents’ store, so I’d love to work in the marketing department.” She blushed. “Of course this isn’t at all similar.”

“No, it is. Just on a different scale. Especially since we target a global audience, not a local one, we have to consider the Internet in our marketing plans.”

“‘We,’ ‘our’? It’s more than a job for you, isn’t it?”

He looked startled and dug through the M&M’s pack as if looking for a long-extinct light-brown one. “Doesn’t everyone feel loyalty and ownership of their company, especially one where we get stock options?”

She laughed. “I’ve only been here a week. How long have you worked at LiteWave?”

“Oh, since the beginning.” He paused for a moment. “I’m gonna find you in a month and ask how you feel about the company then.”

“Sure, you do that. Oh wait, I’ll be gone in a month.”

“Don’t talk like that.” He furrowed his brow, then looked up suddenly. “I know about one possible job opening. As soon as we get back to the office, send an e-mail to the marketing director. Her name is Casey Harper.”

“I can do that?” Michelle asked doubtfully. “Isn’t Ms. Harper busy?”

“Sure, but not as busy as she will be in a few weeks if she doesn’t find a temp fill-in for her administrative assistant going on maternity leave. Trust me. She’ll want to hear from you, especially since you’ll be showing initiative.”

They reached the glass and metal entry doors. The lobby teemed with employees returning from lunch. Sark froze. “I remembered I promised to pick up a…smoothie for my coworker. He had to work the lunch shift, so I’ll get him some food.”

How sweet of him. “Okay, bye. Thanks again for lunch.”

Impulsively, she leaned up and grabbed him for a tight hug. Her chest met surprisingly taut muscles.

He returned the hug, then stepped back and smiled. “Remember: Casey Harper. Send her that e-mail. A job won’t come find you, but I know you’ll find a job.”

About the Author:

By day, Lynne Silver lives the suburban soccer mom life; volunteering with the PTA, doing laundry and working. By night she enters the sensuous world of alpha males and passionate heroines.

She calls the nation’s capital home and lives in an old fixer-upper with her husband and their two sons. When not writing romance, she reads it. Lots of it. Over and over and over again, preferably with a bag of M&Ms in hand.

She is represented by literary agent, Jessica Alvarez of Bookends LLC

Fun Facts about Lynne:

1.She has no sense of direction and could get lost on her way from the kitchen to the bathroom.

2.She grew up in Miami and is a huge Hurricanes fan. (The football team, not the natural disaster.)

3.Speaking of natural disasters…she lived through Hurricane Andrew, though her car and much of her house did not. To this day she is scared of storms and windy days.

4.Lynne eats a lot of sushi and considers herself a bit of a connoisseur. She and her husband considered writing a sushi guide at one time.

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My Thoughts:

This was Geektastic! :-) I was cheering for Sark aka Noah the whole time. This was a super quick read that
revolves around a high tech company and it's CEO and founder.

Noah isn't your typical CEO. He is a great guy who tries to be down to earth. He meets Michelle at the office one night when she is attacking a printer. He figures out her problem and the two really hit it off. Noah doesn't tell her who he is because he is enjoying a real conversation with a woman for once. Usually women are only after his money but Michelle doesn't even know who he is.

The two of them meet up again and Sark has a hard time finding a way to tell her that he is Noah. He tries to write her a note but she misunderstands it.

He thinks she knows but she doesn't. When the truth finally comes out Michelle feels like he lied.

The ending is cute but feels just a tad rushed.

If you like tech talk, handsome nerd heros, and romance you should read this one. 8-)

I received an ecopy of this book in exchange for my honest opinion. I really enjoyed it.

  

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