Ronnie has the job any entry-level angel or demon would sell their soul for—she's a retrieval analyst for the largest search engine in the world. Ubiquity is a joint initiative between heaven and hell. Because what better way to track all of humanity's secrets, both good and bad, than direct access to their web browsing habits.
She might appreciate the position a little more if a) she could remember anything about her life before she started working at Ubiquity, b) the damn voice in her head would just shut up already, and c) her boss wasn't a complete dickhead.
As she searches for solutions to the first two issues, and hopes the third will work itself out in performance reviews, she uncovers more petty backstabbing than an episode of Real Housewives, and a conspiracy as old as Lucifer's descent from heaven. On top of all that, if she forgets the cover sheet on her TPS report one more time, she's absolutely going on final written warning.
Now Ronnie’s struggling to keep her sanity and job, while stopping the voice in her head from stealing her life. She almost misses the boredom of data analysis at Ubiquity. Almost.
by Loralie Hall
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A pair of hands rested on my hips, and a familiar rush pulsed through me, erasing the weariness. I knew that sensation, but why?
“I was hoping you’d be here tonight.” The familiar voice brushed my ear.
It was the same intoxication I’d felt in the coffee shop. Gabe. A tiny whisper of logic—or was it that annoying voice—tried to remind me of Michael’s story that morning. And that I barely knew this guy. And that…
I wasn’t listening. He swayed with me, front against my back, and desire pulsed through me. I whirled and draped my arms around his neck. He looked good; black T-shirt, jeans, and that same odd but alluring combination of a blond ponytail and black goatee. Every new touch sent another jolt through me, liquid energy that soothed the cracks in my fractured psyche. The heat from his body caressed my skin. I was going to lose myself in the moment.
The voice was quiet, even in my head, vanishing in the noise of the night. I liked that. He drew me closer, hands gliding to the small of my back. His breath warmed my skin when he spoke, but I couldn’t make out the words.
Not worth it.
The taunt was barely a whisper.
He dipped his head closer, nose trailing along my neck, words distinct this time. “I need to talk to you.”
About this Author:
Loralie Hall is a full time corporate geek and a fuller time writer. Her spouse is her muse and their cats are very much their children. When they’re not spending way too much time gaming, they’re making the world more good by vanquishing one fictional evil at a time.
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This one sounds good to me. If I wasn't already over extended with reviews, I would have reviewed it. Instead I had to pass and put it on my tbr list. :-( I hope I find time to read it soon!
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