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Sunday, August 28, 2005

Squires, Susan - Body Electric

Body Electric by Susan SquiresTitle: Body Electric
Author: Susan Squires
Series: Standalone
Pub: Love Spell
Pub Date: August, 2002
ISBN: 0-8439-5036-6
Genre: Alternate Reality
Time Period: Contemporary
Setting:
Hero: Jodie
Heroine: Victoria Barnhardt

Summary:
Victoria Barnhardt set out to create something brilliant. She succeeded beyond her wildest fantasies. With one keystroke her program spiraled out of control…and something was born that defied possibility: a being who called to her.

He spoke from within a prison—seeking escape, seeking release, seeking her. He was a miracle that Vic had never intended. More than a scientific discovery, or a brilliant coup by one of the world’s most infamous hackers, he was life. He was beauty. He was genius.

And he needed to be freed, just as Vic needed to be released from the shadows of her past. The world might rise against them, but on one starry Los Angeles night, in each other’s arms, they would find a way to have each other and freedom both.
Excerpt:

     A grip on her arm heaved her upright as though she was being pulled out of quicksand. "You all right?" a bass voice shouted over the tumult. She found herself clutched against a hard body wearing jeans and a plaid shirt not much different than her own. She looked up. Maybe it was the blow to her head, but the crowd seemed distant even as it jostled them. Intense blue-green eyes slanted down like they were sad. A week's beard hid the bottom half of his face. One blunt hand raked through thick hair worn too long and pushed it off his face. She'd seen pictures: John Reston, nemesis of Visimorph.

     "Hold on," he yelled and slung her across his hip like a child. She clung to shoulders she could feel were massive underneath the plaid flannel, her breasts pressed to his barrel chest. He waded through the chaos, clearing a path with his other arm. He didn't seem to care whose head he cracked. Police and demonstrators alike gave way. Vic felt his body under hers, brawny muscles, unrelentingly male. Jeez, Vic, she commanded herself, get a grip.

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