Error: Please Try Again
A Modern Erotic Romance
Error: Please Try Again follows the misadventures of a recently divorced woman after her best friend signs her up for an online dating site. Blind dates are notoriously awkward things, but they’re a lot more complicated when you’re having erotic dreams about the cranky downstairs neighbor, and he keeps popping up at the most embarrassing moments.
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An Excerpt from Error: Please Try Again
Warning: This excerpt contains spoilers!
Cyn had asked the furniture store for her new purchases to be delivered, but the teenage driver that stood before her – holding a clipboard and eyeing the massive pieces packed into the back of the delivery truck – didn’t look like he was going to be adequate for the challenge.
“So your apartment is on the second floor?” He asked, in a voice that was dangerously close to cracking into preadolescent shrillness.
“Yes.” There was no need for her to point out that she had filled that information out on the form, which was now snapped to the clipboard in his delicate looking hands. “Shouldn’t we call the store and ask them to send someone out to help you?”
The boy blushed, and Cyn immediately felt bad for him. The poor kid had probably taken her remark as a cut at his manhood, rather than an attempt to save him from an embarrassing eulogy in the city newspaper.
Youth crushed in freak sofa moving accident!
“Hey, maybe if we work together we can get it up there. I know you’re a lot stronger and taller than I am, but I can steer while you push.”
She made an attempt at one of her mother’s patented ‘you’re so strong and I’m such a helpless little female’ smiles, but she was badly out of practice after three years of marriage to a man that barely noticed when she was in the room, much less her expression.
To her surprise the kid’s face managed to turn an even deeper shade of purple-red, and for a moment she thought he might be having some sort of medical emergency.
Was he breathing? Should she ask if he was alright?
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” a deep voice drawled from behind her, and Cyn whirled around to find herself once more looking up into the antagonistic eyes of her downstairs neighbor. “Are the two of you seriously considering hauling all that up those rickety iron stairs?”
Cyn felt her expression freeze into a grimace of horror, resenting the way her heart immediately skipped a beat over the appearance of pure male perfection.
He had his hands braced against incredibly sexy hips as he looked over her head towards the truck. His long, strong fingers pointed straight down to his crotch, which was where she now found herself staring – and drooling over.
Wrenching her gaze back to his face, she felt a flood of heat pool in her panties, even as the familiar wash of pink colored her cheeks.
Damn the man’s sneaky – ultra sexy – ass for not staying in his shop, torturing her with a cacophony of hammering or sawing, like a good arch nemesis slash neighbor should. Now all she could think of was the dream she’d had about him, and the way she’d imagined those hands might feel on her body.
“I’m sorry, are we blocking your door again, mister…?”
“Nicolaides. Alexandros Mihail Nicolaides,” He offered, without so much as a twitch of discomfort. “Alex to my friends.”
He did not suggest she fell into that category, but with such a mouthful of a name she couldn’t imagine anyone other than a bill collector using the non-abbreviated version.
“Cynthia… Lefevre. You may call me Cyn,” She offered her hand with the grace of a queen, but Alex was already moving past her, to step up into the back of the tall truck without bothering to use the ramp.
He made it look so easy. Of course, it helped that he was built to Hulk-like proportions.
Cyn felt her spine straighten a little more, stretching for her full five feet.
“What are you doing?” She demanded as the man began unfastening the cords that had held the furniture in place during transport.
He glanced up at the delivery boy, who was still standing beside Cyn with the clipboard in his hand.
“Come get the other end of this couch,” Alex commanded, and the boy fairly leaped to obey, tossing the clipboard towards a corner of the truck bed without the slightest consideration of where it might land.
Thankfully it slid far enough out of the way to prevent either man from slipping on it as they maneuvered the couch.
“Cynthia, go up the stairs first so you can open the door for us.”
“Cyn,” She corrected firmly, but didn’t hesitate to obey. As much as she hated the bossy tone of his voice, she couldn’t refuse him, since he was actually doing her a huge favor in helping out.
She cringed as she opened door. She really didn’t want Alex inside her apartment, no matter how good his intentions might be. It felt a little too much like Red Riding Hood inviting in the Big Bad Wolf.
Silently she considered the gawky teenager struggling with his end of the heavy couch for potential as a savior from dangerously sexy slasher types, and had to roll her eyes.
Definitely not.
Tagged as: contemporary romance, modern romance, snarky romance
