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LOVE ON THE AIR
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Anne Bailey is recovering from twenty-plus years of unhappy marriage to Harold Leibovich, the man whom she'd thought was her soul mate back at MIT. After Anne relocates from Boston to work at Georgia station WTPD as its program director, she finds plenty of spanking, submission, and sex with software guru Ron Gibbs, a man with a sad romance in his past. But fellow employee Warren Clay, WTPD's funny, brilliant chief engineer, manages to work his way into Anne's heart, even though loving him means one of them will have to work elsewhere. Will Anne choose Warren (who has his own secret past), Ron, or Harold, the ex who shows up on her doorstep with a proposition?
Excerpt from “Love on the Air”. © 2007 by Barrie Abalard. All rights reserved.
"There's just one more thing," Anne said.
Warren groaned. "What is it?"
"Teach me the Internet."
"You use email and the Web at work. That's the Internet, babe. What else do you need to know?"
"Well, teach me some very specific things about the Internet, like, how you meet people with certain interests. How I can get an anonymous email address. Stuff like that. Also, I've only got some freebie dial-up service at home. Tell me how I can get cable."
"Wasn't your ex a high-tech guru?"
"Yeah, but near the end I was computer-phobic, mostly because he was such an asshole. I didn't want to like anything he liked. Get it?"
"Understood. So," Warren's lopsided grin turned into a leer, "What kind of interests do you have and what kind of people do you want to meet?"
"Men people. And as for interests… " Her voice trailed off. "Sort of the stuff you like."
"Bondage? Wild sex?"
"More like spanking." Anne's face flamed. She couldn't believe she was telling Warren this, but she couldn't seem to shut up. Her desires were decades-old and refused to be denied one more moment.
"Give or receive?"
"What do you think?"
Warren studied her. "Receive. Am I right?"
Avoiding his eyes, she managed to choke out, "God, my mouth is dry all of a sudden. How about going out for a beer?"
"I've got a better idea. I've got plenty of brews on ice. We'll have some pizza delivered and I'll show you what you need to get started on your manhunt over beer and 'za. Sound good?"
"Yes." She looked anywhere but at Warren while she nodded frantically.
"Damn, woman, that's the sexiest nod I've ever seen. I don't suppose you'd consider…"
"What?"
"Well, our interests are pretty similar." He slapped his hand against his thigh for emphasis.
"We work together. No way."
"In that case," he sighed, "Let's get started. Go fetch me a beer, woman."
"Like hell!" Anne tossed her head. "You go get both of our beers. I'm your boss."
"Are you sure you're a submissive?"
Anne watched her right foot toe the carpet silently.
Warren cleared his throat. "Perhaps I should have said, 'Go fetch me a beer or I'll spank you till you can't sit without a pillow.' Better?"
An icy thrill cascaded down her spine. It really was a shame that she was Warren's boss, she thought as her blue eyes met his hazel ones. Her mouth felt like the Sahara.
"Well? Do I have to put you over my knee or not?"
Much as she would have liked to assert her authority, she hustled to the kitchen for their pale ales, her nether regions as humid as the Georgia afternoon.
Excerpt from “Love on the Air”. © 2007 by Barrie Abalard. All rights reserved.
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