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 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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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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