The situation here is scary and volatile, and I can’t think of anything to write in this post that would involve the fun kind of being screwed.
So here’s an (unedited) scene from Magic at Work for you.
Magic at Work is an older full-length novel of mine that I’m currently editing to the point of rewriting. It’s got enemies-turned-lovers, sex at work, a sexy British asshole (with a golden heart, of course), and a touch of magic.
On a slow day at work, Lexi Adams discovers an on-line erotic romance novel. Intrigued by the similarities she shares with the heroine, she starts reading and becomes enamored with the leading man. The problem is, she’s only able to access the novel on her work computer.
Ric Ackart, head of the IT department, suspects she’s slacking off and decides to find out what she does in front of her computer screen all day. His surprise at what takes up her time is overshadowed by the fact that the novel’s leading man shares his face and the name he used years ago..
Now Ric is forced to come to terms with his feelings for her―but Lexi isn’t willing to share more than her body…
Lexi took a deep breath, placed the cursor in the browser’s search bar, and typed, ‘Does true love exist?’
She gasped at the hundreds of thousands of pages reported as results, but it was the first entry that made her do a double take.
Exotic Beast: the Saga of Xandra and Rex—a FREE Erotic Romance novel by Xopi Chilli
Will Xandra allow herself to fall for a vampire, despite the generations of hatred between their species? Is she even capable of true love, and will she fight for it if she finds it?
Maybe it was the fact that her nearly secret nickname was there—or maybe that the second question struck a chord—but Lexi clicked on the link and was directed to a page showing a man and woman in the shadows. The man was the hottest specimen of the male species she’d ever laid eyes on.
Of course it was true love; everything about that man looked loveable!
The jet-black hair and leather outfit made him look dangerous, but his blue eyes looked strangely familiar as he stared at the woman in his arms with such emotion it was breathtaking to look at.
A bad boy with a soft side. “Yum,” Lexi muttered under her breath.
From what little she could see of the woman’s face, Xandra slightly resembled her. More than slightly, Lexi decided after taking a better look. The woman in the picture was practically her spitting image. Except for the hair; Lexi’s was a darker shade of blond.
Her name and her face on the page were too much of a coincidence, and Lexi’s first thought was that her best friend, Angie—computer-wiz and self-declared witch—was playing a practical joke at her expense. Angie couldn’t have known what Lexi would be browsing for, however. Plus, when Lexi started clicking on the ‘Next Chapter’ button, she realized what was on her screen was a real, honest to God paranormal romance novel. Angie couldn’t possibly have had the time to write one just to mess with her.
She read the summary of the story.
Xandra Eves has been brought up to look down at everyone but other shifters. She’s been taught vampires are her natural born enemies, and has no reason to doubt that until she meets Rex and is forced to work with him to uncover a conspiracy that threatens to destroy both their species.
It didn’t seem all that tempting, but a romance novel featuring her doppelganger was too hard to resist.
‘Eves’ was scarily close to ‘Adams.’
Something dawned on Lexi. She entered the names Xandra and Rex into the search bar but came up with nothing, which was really odd, given how the novel had supposedly been read by roughly two thousand people according to the webpage’s statistics.
Well, it was free, it was there, and it intrigued her. She would read a couple of pages and then get back to doing…something work-related. With a shrug, she clicked on the first chapter.
The two pages became a handful, and soon Lexi was entranced by the characters. Xandra was every bit as messed up as Lexi was, and Rex oscillated between being adorable one moment and smoking hot the next—a perfect mixture of shy and cocky, sure to make any woman drool.
And he was British.
Lexi’s gaze flickered to Richard, who was busy typing. He was hot and British too, but far from adorable.
Lexi felt her temperature rise and moisture pool between her own thighs when Rex and Xandra had their first sexual experience together. Rex really seemed to know what he was doing. And his body was male excellence, according to the author.
Whether to show off or, most probably, out of embarrassment under Xandra’s scrutiny, despite the provocative look he was throwing her way, he seemed to tense every muscle of his body. His chest pushed out, pectorals stretched, and well defined abs ribbed his skin. But what made Xandra’s breath hitch in her throat were the twin arrows of corded muscle that ran at the lower sides of his abdomen, over his hipbones, pointing at his cock…
He could have been carved in marble.
Lexi didn’t know about that Xandra chick, but she craved the guy. And she really had to stop reading. Maybe those manuals she wanted to shift through would prove more interesting than she expected.
She’d just read to the end of the chapter. No more than that. She looked around, afraid someone might notice what she was reading. Just to be safe, she opened a couple more windows on her desktop and arranged them so what she was reading only took up a small part of the screen.
Sparks were flying, the sex was hot and tender at the same time—hotter and more tender than anything Lexi had ever done—and now there would be more, because Rex wanted to know as much about Xandra’s body as possible.
Suddenly Richard was in front of her desk asking her something.
“Huh? I mean…I didn’t catch what you said.” She had the irrational fear he knew what she’d been doing.
“I said I think you should get off now.” He spoke slowly, as if to a child.
“Excuse me?” Her eyes felt wide as saucers.
“It’s five thirty, Blondie. Shouldn’t you be going home?” he asked in a bored tone. “Or is that big, bad translation giving you trouble?”
“Ah.” He meant get off work. She really had to get a grip.
I’ll show you the new cover of Magic at Work next time I post. Meantime, if you could spare a prayer for Greece, it’ll be more than appreciated.