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Feierabend BierBeer and Groping in Las Vegas by Angela Quarles

Secret Cravings Publishing

Contemporary Romantic Comedy w/paranormal elements

Can a djinn and a magic slot machine bring two geeks together?

Riley McGregor is a geek trapped in a Good Ole Boy body and as owner of a microbrewery, smart chicks never look at him twice.

Rejected by a geek who wanted to “trade up,” Mirjam Linna would rather immerse herself in work than be the girlfriend-of-the-moment. Stranded in a Vegas hotel, she makes a wish—a night of hot sex with the man of her dreams. It’s granted. She agrees to dinner, but afterward, she’ll say thanks, but no thanks, and see what’s on the SyFy channel. But when they meet, they’re surprised to find they had a shared connection in their past. Sparks fly as these two learn to be in the moment, be themselves and find love.

Fans of Star Trek, Star Wars, Monty Python, Firefly and Marvin the Martian will enjoy this romantic comedy.

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Teaser Excerpt:

They gravitated to the railing. Spread below them lay the sparkling city of Las Vegas, its glitter and glitz adding to the surreal evening. As he talked, the tension left his shoulders. By degrees, he edged closer. It tickled her to think this hunk, this Sex on a Stick was nervous around her, the Computer Nerd. Maybe she wasn’t giving the right signals? But jeez, she’d practically jumped him in the elevator.

He faced her. “Another beer?”

“Love one.”

He took her empty, giving her a wink as he did so, and stepped inside.

Sigh. Yes, nice butt.

Wonder of wonders, too, was how comfortable, so at ease, she felt with him. Sure, she’d had a couple twinges of self-doubt but nothing compared to her regular jitters. Normally, she’d be all twisted and frozen with indecision.

She soaked in the city’s multicolored lights, let the crisp night air wash over her, and reveled in being in this moment andfeeling it. Lord, how numb she’d let herself become. Like a ghost limb that had fallen asleep and suddenly tingled with awareness.

The sound of the French doors closing and his footsteps signaled this moment’s next phase. She smiled. Anticipating his body beside hers again, a thrill shot up her spine when his hard, masculine presence hovered behind her instead. His warm breath sighed in her ear. “God, you look so beautiful.”

He leaned onto the railing, his strong arms framing her, the glass bottles in his hands dinging against the metal. He nuzzled her neck, his nose pushing her hair aside, fresh shivers zinging over her. His lips grazed the sensitive skin behind her ear, the only point of contact between them.

The heat and tension bloomed in the space between their bodies, acting like a magnetic force. She leaned back, barely brushing against him. A low moan rumbled in her ear. He grabbed the bottle in his right hand with his left, holding both by their necks, and pulled her against him. His erection, warm and hard, pressed against her butt. She closed her eyes, gripped the balcony rail, and gloried in how he made her feel.

His strong hand moved up her stomach while he feathered light kisses along her neck and shoulder. She tilted her head back until it rested against his shoulder, giving him better access. Relinquishing. Relishing. His fingers lightly brushed her now-hard nipple then gave it a gentle pinch through her shirt. She couldn’t help it, she moaned. His other arm wrapped around and held her tighter, pressing the cold beer bottles against her belly. She jolted and slumped against him, shaking from the cool sensation. He groaned again, gently nibbling her earlobe and lowering the closest bottle, stroking it against her core.

Oh God, she was going to combust right there on the spot. Yep.

Obviously running with her response, he grabbed the other bottle, trailed it along her neck and slowly down to her breast, circling. Impossibly, her nipples tightened more.

“Riley.” Was that her voice? It came out all sultry.

“God, Mirjam, I want you so bad I can’t stand it.” His hot breath along her neck made her shudder again.

“What are we waiting for, then?” she asked, her voice, a shaky whisper.

His body left her for a moment and hers felt like crying out in protest, but then a soft clink sounded as he set the beer bottles on the balcony floor. His strong arms wrapped around her again and her body hummed. He pulled her up hard against him and stroked her breasts. When he spun her around, her heart nearly stopped at the vulnerable and loving look in his eyes. Oh, man.

She vaulted into his arms and twined her legs around his waist. He stumbled back and gripped her butt, pressing her tight against his erection. She moved her hips. Yes, right…there. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue skillfully stroking hers, mimicking the rhythm she couldn’t wait to do with him soon.

He backed up until they hit the French doors with a thud. He tore his mouth from hers. “Could you?”

“Huh?” She freed herself from the lust fog. His head tilted to the door handle. She pushed down with her heel, and he bumped it open with his back, stumbling inside backward. She fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, jerked the shirttails out of his khakis, and pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

Wow, was he ripped! His arm muscles bunched from holding her. Hoo boy, there might even be an ab or two peeking out. She slid her hands up his smooth chest as he backed her to the king-size bed. He tumbled with her onto the fluffy comforter, and they both laughed.

He framed her face with his hands and leaned in for another kiss, pressing his body against hers. Mmm. His weight, so masculine and yummy. It’d been too long.


About the Author:

Angela works at an independent bookstore and lives in an historic house in the beautiful and quirky town of Mobile, AL, with her two matched gray cats, Darcy and Bingley. When she’s not writing, she enjoys the usual stuff like gardening, reading, hanging out, eating, drinking, chasing squirrels out of the walls and creating the occasional knitted scarf. She’s had a varied career, including website programming and directing a small local history museum.

She’s an admitted geek and is proud to be among the few but mighty Browncoats who watched Firefly the first night it aired. She was introduced to the wonderful world of science fiction by her father, by way of watching reruns of the original Star Trek in her tweens and later giving her a copy of Walter M. Miller Jr’s A Canticle for Leibowitz as a teenager. She hasn’t looked back since.

She has a B.A. in Anthropology and International Studies with a minor in German from Emory University, and a Masters in Heritage Preservation from Georgia State University. She was an exchange student to Finland in high school and studied abroad in Vienna one summer in college. She recently found representation with Maura Kye-Casella at Don Congdon, Assoc.

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