by: Lynne Silver
Star Rating: 4 out of 5Heat Rating: Mild/Simmers
Love, Technically is a book that will leave you smiling, especially on those days when you want to read a book that is simple, yet sweet and easy to fall into. I picked up this novella, sat down and before I knew it I was done!
I fell in love with Sark (Noah) and Michelle, together they were adorable, believable and so much fun to read. Noah is a CEO of a major technology company on the outside, but on the inside (his true self) he is still just that geeky code monkey that goes by his gamer name Sark. I loved that he was socially a bit awkward and wasn't a player or a ladies man. He was adorable, a bit geeky and good looking, but written like a real, average male in his twenties might act. Michelle was a hard-working, naive girl from a small town, coming to Chicago to change her life for the better. I really liked that her character had drive and passion (along with a bit of a backbone to stand up for herself), she is a woman who knows what she wants in life and is willing to work for it.
Love, Technically was a fun, cute story about two people falling in love. It is a novella so there is some jumping ahead to move the story along and there were times I wanted the story to slow down so we could dig deeper into things, but sometimes it is good to be left wanting more, right? I always enjoy an epilogue and Lynne Silver does a great job of using it to wrap up some loose ends and questions the readers might have. (I still would like to have another novella with Noah/Sark and Michelle, I am not done with these two just yet).
This was my first book by Lynne Silver and it definitely won't be my last. I enjoyed her writing style and her characters so much that I will be looking into her backlist and anxiously awaiting any new releases she has in the future. If you enjoy reading light, sweet stories with quirky characters, Love, Technically is the perfect fit!
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Taking a deep breath, he started toward her. He got
close enough to tap her on the shoulder, his stomach in knots
anticipating the verdict. She whirled in a sexy dance move before he could touch her.
“Sark,” she squealed, and plastered herself against him, pulling
him onto the dance floor. “You came!”
The cold condensation of her beer bottle dripped on the back of his neck as her hands clasped over his shoulders. He smiled down at her and wrapped his arms loosely around her hips. He tried to move in rhythm, but the beat of the song was something too arrhythmic for him. Weird how he could be coordinated at biking yet suck on the dance floor. One of life’s mysteries. Michelle didn’t seem to notice or care about his awkward side-to-side shuffle, though. She pulled in tighter and made as if it were a slow song. Much as his body enjoyed the feel of hers against him from chest to toe, he had to verbally confirm she wasn’t mad at him. He pulled back a little.
“Michelle,” he shouted over the music. “Are we okay? You’re
not mad at me?”
“Mad?” She hugged him then stepped back. He dodged, avoiding her beer bottle smacking him in the cheek.
“Yes, I’m mad at you. You’ve been avoiding me all week. I
missed you,” she shouted back, but the huge grin on her face told him it wasn’t really true. He smiled at his amazing fortune and tightened his grip, pulling her against him again. She’d been waiting for him. A friend shoved a vodka Red Bull in his hand, his usual drink. Careful not to let it spill down Michelle’s back, he hefted it for a large gulp. They stayed entwined for the rest of the song, and when the DJ switched it up to a slow beat, she threaded her fingers through his hair and rested her cheek against his chest. The drink in his hand was messing with his need to touch her and cup her bottom as they swayed to the music. His hands couldn’t go where they wanted, but his mouth could. He leaned down to kiss her, and she met his mouth halfway. She tasted like beer and warm, sexy woman. The kiss grew deeper, stronger. Around them other couples clung to each other and used the slow dance as an excuse to get close to their partner. He stopped pretending and gave in to what he really wanted. Keeping his mouth on hers, he backed them off the dance floor to a quieter corner of the club. Somewhere along the way, they lost their drinks on a table, on the floor. He didn’t know, didn’t care. What mattered was keeping his connection with Michelle. They reached the wall of the club and he turned to push her back against it, all the while keeping the kiss going. Their bodies pressed together, and he’d give anything to get her alone and naked. His desire was bordering on painful. A sharp whistle from behind him jolted them both out of the moment.
“Get a room, you two,” Eve shouted, and a large group of
their friends laughed and a few handfuls of peanuts were thrown. He laughed and protected Michelle from the tiny flying missiles. She laughed too, and the intense, heated moments of the kiss ended. She clung to his hand, which he liked.
“I have to get home,” he shouted over the music. “I have more work to do and an early meeting tomorrow. Can I get you a ride?”
She leaned in to his ear. “I came with Eve and I should stay with her, but not too much longer, since I’m interviewing with Casey and the marketing team tomorrow.”
He pulled back to frown. He wanted to make sure she wouldn’t be taking the El alone at night.
“Eve drove me. She’s my designated driver,” Michelle said, obviously seeing something in his worried expression that relaxed as soon as he heard her words, “and this has been my one beer. I can’t be hungover tomorrow.”
“Okay. Good luck, and have fun tonight.” He turned to walk toward the exit, but she tugged him back.
“Are you sure you won’t stay?” she asked. He loved that she wanted him there, and if he kept looking at her full pink lips, nothing was sending him away. Except the fact he was dead on his feet and knew he had to be up in five hours for an international call. The Red Bull hadn’t been a brilliant idea.
“I have to go. You could come home with me,” he suggested. She bit her bottom lip and eyed him shyly.
“I’m not sure I’m ready for that. We’ve barely been on an official date yet.” She was right, and he was embarrassed she thought he was simply trying to get in her pants.
“This weekend, then. I’m taking you on a real date. Are you free Sunday?” Her smile was huge and warmed him from head to toe.
“Can’t wait.” Knowing he was playing with fire, he kissed her again, quickly, and got out of Lola’s while he still could.
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