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Wired for Love a short story by Amber Polo Two sexy geeks match wits in a hi-tech Cincinnati apartment. Penny Sizemore is trapped in a cyber prison of her own design until an enraged guru breaks the code and turns her carefully constructed platform upside down. Sensual, a little edgy, and very funny. REVIEWS/COMMENTS "a great story and Ms. Polo will keep you reading with a twist in the story that will surprise you." 4 Angels -Reviewed by Terri R. for Fallen Angel Reviews "A FedEx delivery goes wrong --and then right--in this hilarious technology love flash!" Julie Wallace “Every woman's private dream. Love comes knocking and finds you--with no need for compromise. Clever story that isn't quite as short as it first appears.” Linda Harkness “This cute and sassy romp in cyber-life gave me a quick giggle with its clever heroine and her smart win-win solution to a dangerous, romantic situation.” Spring Bright Churchill "...a great advertisement as a taster for Ms Polo’s style and abilities. I’d definitely look for longer stories from her in the future." Cocktail Reviews begins with a wonderful storyline and good characters...ends with a chuckle Nicole for Manic Readers "...an adorable flash fiction story. Amber Polo gives her characters a great sense of humor and wit. It is definitely worth reading if you are looking for something light and sweet to read." Sensual Reads & Reviews ",,,a cute story...only two characters...and they are both adorable in their geekiness." The Long and the Short Of It (reviewed by Lavender - 4 books) Read an excerpt - She backed up, conscious of her bare feet. Why hadn’t she worn underwear today? But that made no sense. Who could know what day an assassin would break in and take her hostage. Hostage? Ha! Who would pay a ransom? Maybe he was just a blue-eyed burglar who’d steal her obscenely large plasma TV or the oil painting she’d practically stolen by staying up all night to place the $260,419.67 winning bid on that European auction website. “Why are you wearing pajamas?” her intruder asked, pointing his pocket at the gap in her silky white top. “Are you sick?” She thought he actually sounded concerned. “I have my own business.” “I know that.” “So, I wear pajamas to work.” Available from The Wild Rose Press |
