Technically Mine
by Isabel North
Publication Date: April 19, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy
Purchase: Amazon
Nora Bowman’s love life just imploded. A road trip—not running away!—leads her to San Francisco and possibly the most beautiful man she’s ever seen in real life. And Nora saw all of him. Literally. Which is awkward, because he’s her new client. On the plus side, she’s discovered a new kink for tattooed bad boys. Who knew?
Tech millionaire Gabe Sterling has everything—but the one thing his money can’t buy is happiness. When he hires the latest in a long line of interior designers to remodel his secret hideaway, he never expects to fall for the designer’s quirky assistant. Gabe should be focusing on Sterling Enterprises’ ground-breaking new project, but Nora is driving him to distraction.
Will he choose the job and level up from millionaire to billionaire, or will Gabe choose a life with love-shy Nora…if, that is, he can convince her to take a chance on him.
Technically Mine is a fun, sexy story about finding your home—even if you have to run away from it first.
Dumping her tote on the glass coffee table by the couch, Nora took out the tape measure and the camera, and got to work.
After a while the eerie stillness got to her and she started to hum loudly. She didn’t hear the door open. He didn’t make any sound but she knew, suddenly, that Gabe was there. She swung to face him.
He was wearing a suit.
Oh, come on. This wasn’t painful enough to start with, he had to be wearing a suit? Even worse, he was wearing his glasses, like a sexy nerd.
The suit was dark charcoal gray, the shirt was deep navy—she’d noticed he never wore white—and as she watched, he shrugged out of the jacket. She didn’t know what she expected next, but the lean against the doorjamb surprised her. It wasn’t a calculated hey, look at me, Mr. Sexy Man propping up the whole building with my manly shoulders lean. It was a tired slump. His ankles were crossed, one hand went into his pocket, and his eyes were steady on her.
They stared at each other for a full, silent minute. He didn’t blink once.
“Hi,” she said.
He grunted a reply, and straightened.
“Hell of a place you’ve got here. Homey.” That came out way more sarcastic than she’d intended.
Gabe continued to stare at her, and Nora felt an odd disconnect. She was looking at a stranger.
“Uh, I was measuring up. You know that, because I sent your assistant an email.” Not him. “But you’re not supposed to be here. So. I’ll come back another time.”
Gabe tipped his head in agreement and moved from the doorway to drop his jacket on the couch. With a thump, he dropped too.
Darting around to gather her things, Nora glanced up at the noise. His forearms rested along his thighs, and his head hung low. He seemed exhausted. His body swayed then righted, and she wondered if he’d fallen asleep for a second.
Nora hesitated at the door. He wasn’t asleep. His hands were clasped over the back of his neck and his tendons stood out. In an abrupt movement, he took off his glasses and tossed them at the coffee table. They clipped the edge and bounced to the floor. He didn’t seem to notice.
Leaving her tote by the door, she walked back to the couch. “Gabe,” she said, a hair above a whisper.
He didn’t respond. Had he fallen asleep?
She inched closer. “Gabe?”
Nothing.
Time to go.
His hand shot out and latched around her wrist. She froze, but he didn’t do anything other than graze the edge of her wrist restlessly with a thumb.
Nora opened her mouth, and he drew her to him. Releasing her hand, he gripped her hips instead. He pulled her between his legs, and rested his forehead against her midriff.
The heat of his sigh sank through all three layers she was wearing, and branded her core.
He still didn’t say anything. He sat, and held her. Nora lifted a hand and stroked the side of his neck. Gabe drew her closer. She felt a light press on her stomach.
Was that…? Had he kissed her?
Her hand spasmed on his neck, and his tightened around her hips. Holding her gaze, he slowly stood. He didn’t let her step away, and her body curved into his as if it had been designed to fit there.
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Metal sculptor Alex Zacharov can’t believe his luck when the girl he fell in love with eighteen years ago walks right back into his arms. Although he recognizes her in a heartbeat, she has no idea who he is, or what she means to him. Alex is more comfortable with a welding torch and hot metal than with dating and romance. He’s focused, intense, and used to getting what he wants…and he wants Elle. Even if he has to learn how to date her first.
Isabel North writes contemporary romance fiction and believes that love, like life, is best served with laughter. Her stories feature alpha heroes with a sense of humor, and quirky heroines who can handle the awkward moments on the way to their happily ever after. She independently published her first romantic comedy, Artfully Yours, after years of writing for young adults, and if she isn’t writing, she’s reading. Or eating ice cream. Sometimes both at the same time.
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