Author: Kara Thorpe
Genre: Contemporary Romance
More comfortable in the lab than in the boardroom, engineering genius Georgiana Collier has been floundering in her role as CEO of her late father’s company. Raising her teenaged brother isn’t easy, either – ever since a fatal car accident he spends his days in a depressed fog and nightmares hamper any attempt at sleep. When her mentor Dan Norwood has a heart attack and members of her board start to conspire against her, she fears a nervous breakdown is on the horizon.
Called back to Houston after his father’s heart attack, playboy computer whiz Robert Norwood knows he’s going to have his hands full relocating the company’s main office and keeping his father from having another attack. He doesn’t expect an automated house with his dead mother’s voice or the rush of desire he feels when faced with childhood friend Georgiana Collier. His plans to win Georgiana’s cautious heart are threatened by his reputation as a lady-killer and a murderous business rival.
Bringing Robert up to speed on the latest contract wasn’t difficult. Collier Analytics had won a bid to create a tracking and targeting system for Norwood Systems’ latest unmanned combat air vehicle. Collier Analytics had created over sixty-five percent of the computer systems Norwood Systems used.
“R&D’s giving a demonstration of a similar guidance system to be used for ground vehicles. It’s geared more towards domestic use. Something about having to have a map of the terrain already loaded. I don’t know.” Georgiana swallowed her last bite of chocolate beignet, caught the gleam of impending geekdom in Robert’s eye. She couldn’t resist teasing him a bit. “Let me have your firstborn child and I’ll let you watch.”
A slow, sensual smile spread across Robert’s face. He took a long sip from his mug and eyed Georgiana over the rim. “How can I turn down a proposition like that?”
Georgiana’s cheeks reddened. She glanced around to make sure no one had heard their exchange. She’d told Robert that his flirting had no effect on her, but she’d lied. She was as susceptible as any heterosexual woman with a heartbeat. “That’s not what I meant!”
“No?” Robert shook his head, shrugged. “That’s a shame.”
“Oh god,” she groaned. Images of little dark-haired, square-jawed boys and blonde, brown-eyed girls danced through her head. Each imaginary child carried a scientific calculator and drafting pencil. “Can you imagine what geeks they’d be, though?”
“Born with a slide rule or laptop in their tiny little hands,” Robert agreed. He returned his mug to the table and pushed his chair back. “Is there still time for that tour? I haven’t been in the building in years.”
Kara Thorpe started writing as a distraction in French class and never stopped (just don’t ask her to conjugate many verbs). Born and raised under the south Texas sun, she spends her days navigating Houston traffic and the exciting world of production planning. Nights are for creating character-driven romances and wrangling a stubborn Siamese.