There's less than a week until Applied Electromagnetism goes on sale, and I've got a special treat for you: a sneak peek at chapter one! Read on to meet Olivia and Adam, two combative coworkers stuck on a business trip that goes very, very wrong, and then very right. (If you know what I mean. *wink*) Chapter OneIt was Friday afternoon, and Olivia Woerner was engaged in a battle of wills with herself.
Just get up and go talk to him. She stared across the office at Adam Cortinas. All she could see over the walls of his cubicle was the very top of his head, but that hadn’t stopped her from staring at him for the better part of an hour. Just go over there. It didn’t have to be a big deal. It was a simple ask. The odds of him saying no were pretty slim. Probably. All she had to do was walk up to Adam and say one sentence: Will you write me a reference for the Future Leader Development Course? It was a new program the company had announced last week, and Olivia wanted to be a part of it, more than she’d wanted anything professionally since she’d first started this job. Aside from the obvious leverage it would provide when year-end review and bonus time rolled around, it would be nice to be officially recognized finally as someone with leadership potential. A person worth developing into something more than a junior analyst on the commercial systems team at an independent power producer, which was where she’d been stuck for the last four years. Jesus tap dancing Christ, her job sounded so boring she was putting herself into a coma just by describing it. It pretty much was boring, except the part where she was on call at all hours and sometimes had to get up in the middle of the night to fix some code in a system that had gone offline, or else Very Bad Things happened—like hospitals and airports losing power, or grandmothers either freezing or dying of heatstroke, depending on the time of year. That was what Brad, the CIO, always told people when he thought they might be slacking off: imagine if it was your grandmother without heat in Nebraska in the coldest January on record, or without air-conditioning in Reno during the worst heat wave in a decade. How would you feel if your own beloved grandmother’s power went out because someone wasn’t paying enough attention to their job? Other than that—the part where Olivia was helping keep grandmothers alive—her job was mega boring. Not that she expected work to be exciting. She’d accepted that most people spent their lives doing boring work in boring jobs. Even if you had an exciting job like paramedic or bounty hunter or hostage negotiator, she imagined there were still probably lots of days where it felt ho-hum. But Olivia had been in the same role on the same team for too long, and she was in danger of stagnating. If she wasn’t careful, she’d end up as one of those people in their fifties who’d been stuck in one job their entire career, until suddenly the technology changed and rendered them obsolete. What she needed was a challenge. An opportunity to grow into something more. But despite raising the subject of her professional advancement multiple times with her boss Gavin, opportunities never seemed to arise. Or when they did, they always seemed to be earmarked for someone else. This leadership course was her chance to stand out. To be noticed, finally, and taken seriously. She’d already finished her application. All she needed now were two professional recommendations. Gavin had already agreed to provide one, but the other had to be from someone on another team. That was why she needed Adam Cortinas. He worked on the plant systems team and spent half his time in the field. Whenever one of the company’s power plants was having an issue, Adam was the guy they’d throw at the problem. The CIO loved him, because Adam had saved his bacon about a million times by parachuting into a disaster and fixing whatever was broken. He was a troubleshooting rock star. If Olivia could get a recommendation from Adam Cortinas, it would give her a serious edge up on the competition. She and Adam interacted pretty regularly, keeping the company data systems that she maintained integrated with the plant systems that he maintained, and she thought he liked her okay. Adam could be tough to read. He was a little…brusque. But he was like that with everyone, even the CIO. It was just how he was. Adam wasn’t interested in small talk or making friends around the office. He was laser-focused on his work, and since he was a rock star, he could be as brusque as he wanted. Olivia wasn’t especially into making friends around the office either, but she didn’t have a choice about playing nice. She wasn’t a rock star like Adam. She was a woman in a predominantly male field, and if she didn’t put in the extra effort to suck up and make friends, it would bite her in the ass professionally. So now here she was on a Friday afternoon, trying to work up the nerve to talk to Adam, which she wouldn’t have had a problem with under normal circumstances. If she’d needed to talk to him about an ordinary work thing, she’d go straight up to him, no problem. But this wasn’t an ordinary work thing. This was a favor she was asking him to do for her. Olivia hated asking for favors. She preferred to solve problems on her own. Asking for help felt like an admission of weakness, and she already had enough of a problem seeming weak because she was small and female, not to mention so pale, with her alabaster complexion and light blue eyes, that she practically disappeared into the industrial beige walls. People had a tendency to look right through her, or right past her, or right over the top of her five foot three inches. It was why she always wore thick, black eyeliner and the darkest, most dramatic lipstick she could get away with in the office. To try and make herself seem tougher—or at least less invisible. Her reluctance to ask for favors wasn’t the only thing keeping her from going over to talk to Adam. There was also the small matter of her long-standing crush on him. Adam Cortinas was the most attractive man in the office by a considerable margin. Admittedly, there wasn’t a lot of competition for the title. Most of the IT guys she worked with were a lot older than Adam, who couldn’t be much over thirty, and most of them looked exactly how you’d expect middle-aged IT guys to look. A few of the energy traders upstairs were okay-looking, she supposed, if douchebags were your preferred type—but they most definitely were not Olivia’s. Adam looked more like an Instagram model than systems analyst. He would have been the hottest guy in any office. For starters, he had beautiful bronze skin, piercing dark eyes, thick black hair that fell across his forehead in luscious waves, and a jawline that could cut diamonds. Then there was the matter of his body, which was practically a work of art. The guy definitely spent time in the gym. The same vendor-branded polos that hung shapelessly on everyone else around the office pulled tight across his broad chest and clung to his muscled arms like they’d been custom tailored just for him. Adam Cortinas was the whole luscious package, and Olivia had been fantasizing about him from afar since he’d joined the company two years ago. Which was why, if this whole reference thing went well, she was thinking of asking him out for a drink. It was the perfect opening. She could couch it as a thank-you for writing her the reference. That way she wasn’t extending herself too far. It was simply a friendly drink among coworkers. A professional courtesy. She just had to go over there and talk to him first. Yet somehow she wasn’t doing it. Her feet were two chunks of lead, and her ass was permanently welded to the seat of her swivel chair. She was never moving. She’d be excavated by archeologists eons from now, still sitting here, chin in palm, staring dreamily in the direction of Adam’s cubicle. Olivia was twenty-eight years old, but she felt like she’d been teleported back to the pubescent hell of fifteen, when she’d been too scared to ask Josh Fratangelo to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Olivia’s arch-nemesis Ashley Beeman had asked him instead, and Olivia had spent the night at home alone with a tube of raw cookie dough and her Veronica Mars DVDs for consolation. Get up. Go over there. Talk to him. Just as she was about to screw up her courage, Adam got to his feet. Olivia lowered her eyes in a panic, terrified he might have noticed her staring. What if he had spidey senses that tingled to warn him when someone was watching him and having lustful thoughts? Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Adam carry his coffee mug into the break room without even a glance in her direction. This was her chance. She could go get more coffee and just happen to bump into him. Oh hey, how’s your day going? she could say. Listen, since we’re here, would you mind writing me a rec for FLDC? And once he’d agreed, she could offer to buy him a drink sometime after work. Why not, right? Nothing ventured or some shit. Olivia breathed deep for a count of three. Smoothed her hand over her white-blonde hair. Gathered her strength and grabbed her coffee mug off her desk before she strode into the break room. And stuttered to a stop just inside the doorway. Adam was leaning into the fridge, bent over, with his ass pointing directly at her. Jesus roller-blading fuck. That was one USDA Prime cut of meat staring at her. Why did he have to have such a nice ass? And why did it have to be pointing right at her? Totally unfair. He turned his head in her direction lazily, as if he almost couldn’t be bothered to see who’d walked in. His eyes flicked over her, his expression dull and disinterested. Olivia swallowed down her nervousness and propelled herself toward the sink. “Hey,” she managed to force out, despite the fact that her throat felt like it was coated with gravel. Also, her heart was pounding in her ears and her legs felt like jellyfish tentacles. Adam acknowledged her with a nod before turning back to the fridge. The way he was bending over should be an occupational safety hazard. It was definitely hazardous to her occupational safety. She ought to report him to OSHA for bringing an ass like that to the office. And of course she was still totally staring at his ass when he closed the fridge and turned around, holding a carton of almond milk. His eyes narrowed slightly, which meant he probably knew she’d been staring at his ass, so that was completely mortifying. Not that it was entirely her fault. He was the one who was bending over, presenting his ass for all the world to see. She’d just come in here to have a simple conversation with him, and his ass happened to be front and center. What else was she supposed to look at? Now that he was facing her, she realized that looking at his face posed a whole new set of challenges. She definitely couldn’t look directly into his eyes. Oh no. It was impossible to concentrate when she was looking into those bottomless ebon orbs. Which left her staring at his mouth. His lush, soft lips with an almost sulky curl to them-- Nope. Stop. She needed to pull herself together and quit objectifying him. He was her coworker, and he probably had a gorgeous girlfriend. A model or an actress—maybe even someone famous. That could be why he was such a closed book. Because he was dating, like, Rihanna or Jennifer Lawrence, and didn’t want anyone at work to know so they didn’t act all weird around him. Weird like Olivia was acting right now. To keep from gawking at him, she tried to focus on an imaginary point just to the right of his head. But since there was nothing there but empty air, she ended up staring at the CPR poster on the wall behind him, which must have looked odd because he actually threw a glance over his shoulder like he was trying to figure out what she was looking at. She dragged her eyes back to his, but that was way too much, so she let her gaze fall to his chest, which ought to be safe. Except Adam’s chest was exquisite. His gray polo was made of shiny athletic fabric with a drape that would make Tim Gunn drool. The shirt was thin enough that she could see the square outline of his pecs, with just a hint of his nipples beneath. Sweet cream-cheesy Jesus, she was staring at his nipples now. Her eyes jumped higher, settling on his collarbone, which was only marginally better because now she was noticing the strong tendons in his neck and the graceful way they melted into his broad and apparently hairless chest. Or was that a hint of dark chest hair just beneath the open collar of his shirt? It was hard to tell from this distance. “Did you need something?” Adam asked, appearing only mildly curious to know why she was gawping at him like an imbecile. He was probably used to being stared at. With a face and a body like that, he must get ogled all the time. Olivia cleared her throat. Just spit it out before this drags on and gets even weirder. “Yeah, actually. I—uh—I was hoping you’d write me a reference for the Future Leader Development Course.” “Ah.” He turned away, but not before she glimpsed his unmistakable expression of distaste. Her heart sank to the floor, where it lay in a puddle of mortification at her feet. This was why she hated asking people for favors. Because it opened the door for rejection, and as far as her brain was concerned, rejection was a fate worse than death. He hasn’t even said no yet. Calm down and give him a chance to answer before you panic. “So, yeah,” she continued, forging ahead with false buoyancy, “I’m putting my name in the hat and you need two references—one of which has to be from someone on another team. And I was hoping you’d be willing to do it, since we’ve worked together for a while.” Adam stirred almond milk into his coffee without looking at her. “Can you ask someone else?” “Oh.” Her heart clattered to the floor again and smashed to bits. “Um, sure. I guess.” If she’d had a time machine, she wouldn’t use it to kill baby Hitler, she’d travel back five minutes and jam a plastic spork into her eye, so she wouldn’t humiliate herself by asking Adam for a fucking reference. And then she’d kill baby Hitler. “It’s just that I’d rather not,” Adam said, still not looking at her. So, that was that. That was her answer. He wasn’t willing to write her a reference. “Can I ask why?” She knew it was a mistake, but the question slipped out before she could stop it. She had to know. It was possible it had nothing to do with her. Maybe he just hated writing references. Or maybe he’d already promised one to somebody else. He put the almond milk back in the fridge and picked up his coffee cup, regarding her silently as he lifted it to his lips. “Look, I’m sorry,” he said finally. “But I just can’t see you as a manager.” He might as well have slapped her across the face. Olivia’s cheeks stung with pins and needles as if they’d been struck. She wanted to argue. She knew she ought to speak up and defend herself, but she couldn’t formulate any kind of retort. “Okay, well, thanks anyway,” she forced out in a voice so small and high it was practically a whistle. Adam gave her a jerky nod and walked out of the kitchen without another word. On the bright side, she was no longer distracted by his hot bod. He wasn’t the least bit attractive to her anymore. He was a cockwaffle. An arrogant, hostile fecalwad who had apparently never liked her and thought she was bad at her job. Her. The person who had sat with the users and calmed them all down when they’d had that big outage last year. And who’d solved that problem in the trading system a few months ago that no one else had been able to figure out. How dare he? She was fucking awesome at her job. Well, screw him. She didn’t need his stupid reference. Plenty of people around here liked her. Because she was nice, and she’d gone out of her way to make allies. She’d have no trouble getting a reference from any number of other people. Adam Cortinas could shove his reference and his attitude straight up his Grade A Prime ass.
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A business trip with the office hottie turns into the road trip from hell. Adam Cortinas may be gorgeous, but he’s made it clear he can’t stand Olivia—and the feeling is one hundred percent mutual. Too bad, because in order to bring the company’s new power plant online, they’re stuck with each other for the next week. When their travel plans go horribly awry, Olivia finds herself stranded in the middle of nowhere with Adam, AKA the bane of her existence. He’s in her space and in her head. All the forced proximity is driving Olivia insane. That’s the only explanation for these FEELINGS she’s suddenly having. But it doesn’t change anything. They still hate each other. Right? APPLIED ELECTROMAGNETISM is the follow-up to RITA finalist ADVANCED PHYSICAL CHEMISTRY, and the fourth full-length novel in a series of standalone rom-coms about women in STEM. Preorder now at your favorite ebook retailer: AMAZON ➤ https://amzn.to/2GpJV1E APPLE ➤ https://apple.co/2XI1jWA B&N ➤ http://bit.ly/2v9i1lv KOBO ➤ http://bit.ly/2IrCSsV GOOGLE PLAY ➤ http://bit.ly/2DmUAtt For the first time, the Starstruck series is available to read FREE in Kindle Unlimited! If you're a KU member and haven't read these steamy movie star romances yet, now's your chance!
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* * * * * The hot doctor beside Alice—better known to television audiences as the adorably charming Dr. Ethan Convey—bent over to check the patient’s chest drainage unit. “Chest tube output is twelve-hundred cc’s. Prep for thoracotomy.” His hip bumped against Alice’s, and she shuffled aside to give him more room. They were working in tight quarters, and part of her job was to stay out of everyone else’s way. But as she reached for a scalpel on the tray of instruments beside her, she misjudged how close it was and knocked the whole thing over, sending hemostats, forceps, and scalpels flying with a deafening clatter. “Ow!” the man dying on the gurney cried out as he flinched away from the flying medical equipment. “Shit. Sorry,” Alice muttered. Good thing their scalpels weren’t actually sharp. “Cut!” The director ripped off his headset and approached with a thunderous expression on his face. It was Dean Harwell’s first time in the director’s chair on Las Vegas General, and the technical challenges of filming the show’s complicated trauma scenes had been giving him fits all week. Dean was moonlighting from his regular job as star of Las Vegas General’s better-rated lead-in, and had only ever directed two episodes of his own show before this. The producers had done him a favor letting him direct, but at this point it was clear to everyone that they’d made a grievous mistake. The guy was in way over his head, and had been taking it out on anyone and everyone with the misfortune to attract his attention. Alice’s feet weren’t the only ones that shifted nervously as Dean stormed toward them. The other two nurses in the scene—a background actor named Diane and a minor recurring cast member named Abby—shrank back and hung their heads. Even Griffin Beach—who was in his seventh season as series regular Ethan Convey and had recently blown up the box office in the fourth installment of the blockbuster Troublemakers franchise—visibly winced. Only Alfie Crosby, a forty-year veteran of stage and screen sitting comfortably at the top of the call sheet seemed unfazed by the oncoming tantrum. “Why is the dead guy talking?” Dean demanded, red-faced under his backward Yankees cap. “And moving?” Once upon a time, Alice had actually thought Dean was hot, but that was before she’d had the pleasure of working with him. Funny how much less attractive some people became once you got to know them. “He’s not dead yet,” Alfie said, looking more amused than anything. “There’s another page of dialogue before he codes.” According to The Hollywood Reporter, Alfie was being paid a cool half million per episode, so he could afford to be amused. “She threw a tray of sharp instruments at my face,” the not-dead-yet actor mumbled in his own defense. “Sorry,” Alice said again. In an entire season working background, this was the first time she’d ever ruined a take—but of course Dean didn’t know that. “Background are supposed to be seen and not fucking heard!” he shouted. “It’s right there in the goddamn name: background!” All the extras on his own show despised him. Alice had talked to some of them in the commissary last week, and they’d offered their condolences over Dean’s guest directing stint on LV Gen. Now she knew why. Dean started to take a menacing step toward Alice, but Griffin Beach inserted himself between them. “It was my fault,” he said, facing down Dean with a level stare. “I bumped into her and made her knock the tray over. If you’re gonna be pissed at someone, be pissed at me.” Alice could have hugged him for taking the bullet for her. Not that she ever would. There was a strict caste system in place on set. Extras who got too familiar with the talent would quickly find themselves out of a job and unlikely to be assigned a new one by the casting agency. She hid gratefully behind Griffin’s broad shoulders and kept her mouth shut while Dean railed about professionalism and the fact that it was only eleven a.m. on Wednesday and they were already four hours and ten pages behind schedule. Someone might have pointed out that they were only behind because of Dean’s inexperience and repeated tantrums—this was his second outburst of the day and they were still hours away from lunch—but no one did, because it would only antagonize him and lengthen the duration of his tirade. It was a full five minutes before he lost steam and stalked back to the monitors. “Thank you,” Alice whispered to Griffin as soon as Dean was out of earshot. Griffin gave her a wink so devastatingly sexy she felt her knees go wobbly. So much for not paying attention to how attractive he was. “Don’t worry about that apple-faced goon,” he whispered back, covering the mic tucked under his shirt as he leaned toward her. “He’s not even qualified to be the assistant manager at PetSmart.” Alice swallowed, momentarily paralyzed by the perfect storm of Griffin’s kindness and sexy proximity, combined with her own overwhelming gratitude and embarrassment. “Boy, what a dickhead,” Alfie announced loudly, not caring who heard him. “Who told that moron he could direct?” Griffin snorted and wandered back to his mark, leaving Alice to pull herself together and reapply her veneer of detached professionalism. Props came through and reset the scene, Dean called action, and they started again from the top. This time, Alice managed not to throw a tray of scalpels at anyone. PREORDER YOUR COPY NOW ➔ https://books2read.com/risingstar |
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