Millionaire Chester P. Hiddles has never been married, but not for lack of trying. Five engagements have gone kaput. Forget love. At this point, the owner of GameGeek would settle for a committed relationship with a woman who enjoys his company--not just his money.
Robotic engineer Shannon Brown has never been interested in marriage. Her robots not only offer the ultimate in sexual gratification, but also perfect companionship for the lonely. Well, the lonely and the rich.
When an interfering goddess decides two geeks need a shove toward love, all it takes is a couple of misbehavin' sex-bots for Chester and Shannon to end up in each other's arms.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Can't Buy Me Lust by Riley Ashford
Chester looked at Tari. She felt like a real woman. She looked like a real woman. Hell, she even smelled like a real woman. How had they imbued it...er, her, with that floral scent? And underlying it, that indefinable essence that suggested feminine sexuality? If she showed emotion--not love, surely, but desire and need and joy...hmmm...maybe he could be satisfied with that.
"Still worried about the technology? Not only does Nefertari come with a lifetime money-back guarantee, you also receive maintenance and upgrades as part of the package."
"She's very expensive, isn't she?"
"Oh yes. Very. And the upgrade I spoke of...we're in the final testing stages. You would receive a beta version, which we would, of course, monitor and debug as needed." Bast put a hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Just think, Mr. Hiddles, you can have the woman of your dreams."
The amused gaze of Shannon with those impossible blue eyes flashed in Chester's brain. She had wavy blonde hair and skin like cream and had filled out that gold lame dress extremely well. He glanced at the inert form of Tari. She was Shannon's exact opposite--small and dark and pretty and robotic. He shook his head. "I'm not sure I'm ready to give up on a human woman."
"Then think of Nefertari as a solution for the interim. We can program her so that she not only participates in your favorite pursuits, but she also understands them. She'll be able to converse with you, cook for you and make love to you." Bast waved toward Nefertari 9.0. "And with the upgrade, you'll get the responses you crave. I guarantee you, Mr. Hiddles, that she will change your life."
Chester grimaced. "I don't know. Can I try her with the upgrade?"
"Of course, Mr. Hiddles." Bast took the remote and used it to put Nefertari into...well, whatever lay behind the dark silence of the strange door. "I'll contact you as soon as she's ready. In the meanwhile, please join the party. Try the lobster quiches. They're divine." She blew him a kiss then bustled out of the room.
Feeling vaguely depressed, Chester sat on the bed. He didn't want a lobster quiche. He didn't to be at this party. He didn't want a sex-bot. Well...maybe he wanted a sex-bot. But definitely not a lobster quiche.
The door opened. Chester stood up, feeling like a boy caught in a sorority girl's bedroom. Shannon the Plumber.
His heart quivered then beat a rapid tattoo. "You're so beautiful," he said.
"Why, thank you."
"I'm truly sorry, I...well, I didn't know you were...you know. And when Bast said you liked plumbing--"
Shannon rolled her eyes as she swished across the room. "Bast loves to mess with people's heads."
"If she had just told me you were the upgraded model, I would've signed a blank check."
She paused a couple of feet away and peered down at him. The left corner of her mouth quirked. "Hold on a minute, darlin'. You think I'm...what?"
Chester gazed her. God, she was perfect. The cute accent, the gorgeous eyes, the curves outlined by that dress... She seemed to shimmer with life force.
"Mr. Hiddles? Hel-lo?"
He blinked. "Uh, sorry. Bast said she was going to see about the upgrade and you showed up."
"I see." She crossed to the bed and sat next to him. "You'd sign a blank check for little ol' me? What could you possibly hope to get from me that the other, um, model couldn't provide?"
"You have a sense of humor. A nice smile. A glow to your eyes that... By the way, are those contacts?" He laughed and shook his head. "Never mind. I guess they can make your eyes whatever color they want."
"So it would seem." She leaned closer and the scent of peaches wafted over him. How could a robot smell like peaches? "You were saying?"
"I like you."
"That's interesting, Mr. Hiddles. How can you like a person you've only met once and for only a minute?"
Chester looked at her. "I listen to my heart."
Her laughter pealed and she slapped her knee. "Oh, that's a good one, all right. You are cute, Mr. Hiddles. Not a lot in the ol' noggin, but cute as button."
"You don't think I'm intelligent?" He didn't know whether to feel insulted or astonished. "And you think I'm cute?"
"I think you are corny as all get-out. If you're so good about listening to your heart about whether or not to like a woman, what are you doing buying a sex robot?"
"She won't lie to me. She won't cheat on me. She won't break..." He trailed off and shrugged. Why he was explaining his reasons for buying a sex robot to the sex robot?
"She won't break your heart?" Her gaze softened and he marveled at the technology that allowed her to seem sympathetic. "Most folks think love is a very complex emotion. They try to dissect it so they can figure out why it causes both sorrow and joy. They want to have it, but without any side effects. But love is a very simple thing, Mr. Hiddles."
"Maybe I'd agree if I could find love."
"Sometimes, love finds you." Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Chester P. Hiddles realized two things simultaneously.
Shannon the Plumber was an excellent kisser.
And she was not a robot, upgraded or otherwise.