Thursday, October 22, 2009

One Shot by Rowan McBride

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One Shot
Rowan McBride



Available now from Loose Id

ISBN: 978-1-60737-439-8

More information can be had at http://www.rowanmcbride.com/stories/oneshot/








Blurb:

Nick Carlyle understands the intricacies of his job better than anyone. He lives to crunch those numbers and his skills are valued throughout the company. If his personal life might be lacking, he doesn't notice, especially whenever he steals a harmless glance or two at Riley Jameson's tight body. But he's the boss, and that means look but don't touch.

When a universal flu shot is developed, it's hailed as a miracle, and rightly so. But the seemingly harmless side effects begin to change the world, warping the statistics that Nick's always used to guide him through life. Everything he thought he knew is suddenly upside down.

No one changes as much as Riley. Suddenly the young man is bigger, stronger. He's also aggressive in ways Nick isn't prepared for, and for the first time analyzing the numbers does nothing to help the situation.

Now, his numbers only add up when it comes to Riley.




Excerpt:



I stared through the flawless floor-to-ceiling glass of my window, contemplating the nightscape stretched out below me. My office lights were off, but the streetlamps reflecting off the snow cast a cool, quiet illumination throughout the room.

It had been a while since I’d taken a moment to watch the city like this. I’d been so busy with work lately that I didn’t have the energy to do anything but go home and crawl into bed as soon as I was done. Truthfully, today had been no different. Especially after giving that seminar.

Lifting my hand, I bit lightly on my thumbnail. I didn’t want to go home and crawl into bed tonight. I wanted to…celebrate or something. Just didn’t have anyone to call.

I considered picking up the phone and dialing Rob’s number, but nixed the idea. Even if he did happen to be awake at this hour, I couldn’t see myself gushing to him about how well my very first class had gone, how the students had practically begged me to add another one.

What was wrong with me? Rob was my friend, wasn’t he? The closest thing I had, anyway.

Shit, that was a depressing thought. I liked Rob and everything, but I hadn’t realized he was my entire social calendar. The company had moved me here three years ago, and I’d been stellar at my job. Tonight, though, I wondered if maybe I should have been aiming for something more.

“Mr. Carlyle.”

I spun, my eyes rounding when I saw Riley standing just inside my door. “What are you doing here?”

He glanced around the dim office before letting his gaze settle on me. “Came to see you.”

A tremor of unease went through me. Even in this light I could see those bright eyes.

And they were predatory.

“I-It’s after midnight. How did you know I’d be here?”

He shrugged. “Wasn’t hard to figure out. Year’s about to close—only one place you’d be.”

At work. Always at work. “Right,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “How can I help you, Riley?”

Hands in his pockets, he approached, his stride easy, relaxed. “Great class today.”

It was a struggle to hold my ground—I wanted to make a break for it. “Oh?”

He stopped a few feet away. “Everybody was talking about you today. What a good teacher you are. How smart you are. How confident. They couldn’t stop.”

My foot edged back as I pressed myself against the window behind me. My gaze darted to his broad shoulders, his chest, his long, long legs. “What was your question, Riley?”

“I didn’t say I had a question. I said I came to see you.”

My head shot up. “Why did you come to see me?” I asked cautiously.

His mouth crooked as he began to move toward me again. “Still not afraid of being molested here late at night?”

Riley’s huge body loomed before mine, sending off waves of heat. His sheer size actually made my knees quake, but I forced my voice brave. “Of course not.”

Those big hands left his pockets, braced themselves against the window on each side of me. He lowered his head, his eyes focused, his voice husky. “Maybe you should be.”

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