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sssSotiaMy sister is getting married in two weeks. She met the man of her dreams when I refused to drive her somewhere. I offered to pay for her to get a taxi, and even called the taxi company myselfwhich I never do, due to certain issues. The cabbie was none other than her current fiance, and I truly believe they were meant to be together.

Destiny can play a major role in a story. Whether characters must submit to it or manage to overrule it, it affects their actions to a degree, and I like to believe it’s the same in real life.

But how does it affect the heat level? Do you find it hotter when it’s soul-mates filling the pages with their sexploits, or do you find the idea of destiny in an erotic romance just too…romantic?

Lexi, in Magic at Work, doubts there is such a thing as one true love, and the universe seems set to prove her wrong. Pity the universe has also sent this annoying Brit her way.

Even this storm was meant to be. Some higher power wanted these two wet together.

Even this storm was meant to be. Some higher power wanted these two wet together.

Right on cue, her phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Come here for a sec, will you?”

“Huh? Here, where?” She knew it was Richard; his voice and accent were too much of a trademark for the man not to be recognized. Still, it was rude of him not to identify himself, and so she played dumb.

He snorted. “To the desk of the Brit who isn’t your dad,” he said and hung up.

Great. Now she felt dumb. She took her time standing up, smoothing her skirt down at the back, and walking to his desk in small steps. By the time she stood in front of him, she’d managed to plaster a fake grin and a disinterested look on her face. “Want something, Richie?”

He clenched his jaw, which she considered a personal victory until he turned the tables on her. “It’s Richard or Ric. If that is too much for your pretty little head, you can call me ‘hey, you.’ Got it, Xandra?”

She nodded and tried not to stare when he folded his arms behind his head, stretching the white T against his muscled chest.

“Wanted to pick your brain about something,” he said.

“You mean my pretty little, blonde brain?”

“That one. You never know what you may find among the junk.” He seemed really pleased with himself when she huffed in annoyance. “Ed wants me to upgrade the operating system of the PCs to the latest fad that came out just three months ago. What do you think?”

She was astonished he’d ask her that. He was the head of the frigging IT department; it was his job to know these things. Still, it wasn’t like she didn’t have an opinion. “If you change all operating systems for the PCs, you’ll have to change them for the servers too. I think it’ll be a waste of money. We could change to an open source system. It’s free and compatible with all other programs.” She shrugged. “It will take a while to get used to the new templates, but I don’t see why we’d pay so much money for something that I hear is harder to operate than the one we’re using now, without offering enough perks to make up for it.”

“That’s what I thought.”

The way he looked at her didn’t let Lexi know whether he meant he had the same opinion as her or that what he’d thought all along was that she didn’t have a valid opinion anyway. When he turned back to his twenty three inch monitor, she saw it as her cue to leave.

“You’re welcome,” she said in as sarcastic a tone as she could muster, and went back to her own desk.

Magic at Work was previously self-published but is not available at the moment, as I’m looking into other options for it.

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