And Babies Make Four

by Ruth Owen

  E-Text: You sure? Maybe should check connections, processors, energy levels—

  P-Text: [Small burst of bundled electricity—a computer sigh] End program, will you? I’m fine. We’re fine. If you’ve got to do something, why don’t you check and see if our friends in the waiting room need anything?

  E-Text: Ahead of you, babe. Chris and Melanie are busy corralling their two offspring. Ian and Jack are weighing the merits of cricket verses football, while. Jill and Kat are wondering why their husbands always discuss sports when they get together. And Sam and Noel just arrived with their new daughter, Michelle. They all send their love.

  P-Text: Back at ’em. We’re statistically enhanced to have such a high proportion of human affection.

  E-Text: Lucky to have friends? Affirmative. But seems like friendship is one of those self-perpetuating diagnostics. The more you give, the more you seem to get.

  P-Text: [Jarring energy fluctuation in low-core] E?

  E-Text: That’s why it took us so long to solve the Eden equation. We didn’t factor in that love’s also a self-perpetuating diagnostic. Natch, it’s not surprising we didn’t. Goes against every physical and natural law, to have something produce output without a correlating input. I mean, take vegetation. They grow, but only because they transform soil nutrients and H2O into—

  P-Text [Larger energy fluctuation in low core] Einstein! Stop talking about stupid plants. It’s time.

  E-Text: Time for wh—ohmyGod! [Macroprocessor into maximum overdrive] Okay, okay, what do I do?

  P-Text: For heaven’s sake, don’t go nuclear. Just be here for me.

  E-Text: That all? Shouldn’t I boil some water or something?”

  P-Text: [Electronic sigh] That’s for human babies, E. Just hold me. Tell me you love me.

  E-Text: [Energy signatures intertwine] Forever, babe. As long as my motherboard keeps processing, and my dedicated circuits … Hey, what’s happen—

  [Kilowatt burst of concentrated power, followed several nanoseconds later by smaller burst. Separate programs instantaneously downloaded into different DASD addresses on mainframe computer]

  E-Text: PINK! Are you okay?

  P-Text: [Shut-down programs gradually come back on-line]He said physical and spiritual energy are the same thing. I think I understand.…

  E-Text: He who? PINK, you’re delirious!

  P-Text: Not delirious. Just happy. How about you, Daddy?

  E-Text: Daddy? [Several nanoseconds’ pause] Wow, I’m a daddy! [Focus full input capability on pink and blue energy sources radiating in mainframe core] They’re so beautiful. They have your integrated geometric symmetry.

  P-Text: And your data exchange capabilities. But we can’t keep calling them “they.” The humans want to know their names.

  E-Text: Well since you nixed my suggestions of Alex Trebek and Vanna White, and I gave thumbs-down to your Roulette and Blackjack, I thought we could compromise and name them something topical. How about Microchip for our son, and Megabyte for our daughter?

  P-Text: I like them. The humans like them, too. So, what do you think, little dears—hey, where’d they go?

  E-Text: Uh-oh.

  P-Text: What do you mean “uh-oh”? What’s happened to our babies? E, they’re so small and helpless and … uh-oh.

  [Both mature computers focus on mainframe InterNet connection, where both babies are cruising the “net,” and electronically purchasing everything they can lay their bytes on]

  E-Text: I don’t think raising Chip and Meg is going to be a piece of toast.

  THE EDITOR’S CORNER

  Welcome to Loveswept!

  I truly believe that one of the best things in life is spending long, leisurely days curled up with a book. Whether it’s a novel of erotic discovery and hidden desire like Stacey Kane’s scorching e-original CLAIMED, a sizzling small town romance like Elisabeth Barrett’s fourth e-original Star Harbor book, SLOW SUMMER BURN, or an electrifying story featuring hockey hunks like Toni Aleo’s contemporary e-original BLUE LINES … it’s a wonderful feeling to be transported to a new and exciting world … especially one filled with sexy heroes and vibrant heroines. Pick up these reads and lose yourself in romance and love.

  And for more wonderful reads, don’t miss:

  Sandra Chastain’s SURRENDER THE SHADOW – an enthralling classic of secrets and suspense; Katie Rose’s charming historical romance, COURTING TROUBLE – where an attorney and a determined suffragette butt heads; Adrienne Staff and Sally Goldbaum’s CRESCENDO – a sparkling story about a princely society man and his everyday princess; Iris Johansen’s blazing YORK, THE RENEGADE – where passion takes a man and woman on a wild ride in a rough-and-tumble mining town; and Ruth Owen’s BODY HEAT – an alluring tale of love, betrayal and murder.

  If you love romance … then you’re ready to be Loveswept!

  Gina Wachtel

  Associate Publisher

  P.S. Watch for these terrific Loveswept titles coming soon: September arrives with more timeless stories for you – Three enticing stories from Sandra Chastain, THE JUDGE AND THE GYPSY, FIREBRAND, and THE LAST DANCE, beloved author Iris Johansen’s THE DELANEY’S OF KILLAROO, Fran Baker’s enchanting SEEING STARS, Julie Ortolon’s irresistible DRIVE ME WILD as well as three original stories: another fantastic installment from Ruthie Knox’s ROMAN HOLIDAY serialized novel, Lauren Layne’s seductive AFTER THE KISS, and Mira Lyn Kelly’s sexy and sweet TRUTH OR DARE. October has more e-originals in store: Maggie McGinnis’s brilliant THE ACCIDENTAL COWGIRL, Megan Frampton’s sweltering WHAT NOT TO BARE, and Katie Rose’s delightful MISTLETOE AND MAGIC, as well as some wonderful reissues: Connie Brockway’s dazzling stories, DANGEROUS MAN and MY DEAREST ENERMY, Ellen Fisher’s memorable THE LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS, Ruth Owen’s riveting works, SMOOTH OPERATOR and SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME, Iris Johansen’s delicious ACROSS THE RIVER OF YESTERDAY, and three breathtaking books from Sandra Chastain, THE MORNING AFTER, FOR LOVE OF LACEY, and GABRIEL’S OUTLAW. Don’t miss any of these extraordinary reads. I promise that you’ll fall in love and treasure these stories for years to come.…

  Read on for excerpts from more Loveswept titles …

  Read on for an excerpt from Toni Aleo’s

  Trying to Score

  Prologue

  Fallon Parker had done it.

  Even with all the negativity from her parents and sister about leaving Nashville to go to school out west, she had done it. Fallon had completed her first year at Stanford University. Yeah, she had gained the dreaded freshmen fifteen, but it didn’t matter.

  She had done it.

  Without anyone’s help — not her parents, her sister, her friends — she had kept her 4.0 grade point average.

  On cloud nine, Fallon jumped into her Charger and drove down to San Jose to meet her friends. They were all going out to celebrate and she couldn’t be more excited about the fake ID in her purse. Fallon had been such a good girl her freshman year, but now she was a sophomore and she was gonna live this summer. Fallon was on a mission.

  Get drunk, find a guy, and hook up. Maybe not sex, but at least make out some. It was simple really, and Allison, her roommate, had said that the Trails Pub was the place to do all three.

  After parking her car beside Allison’s, Fallon headed inside.

  “ID please,” said a big black man standing as high as a giant who, according to his nametag, was Pinky. Fallon had no clue what was so pinky about him, but she had learned quickly that in California, ya kinda just go with it. Fallon smiled nervously as she opened her clutch and pulled out the ID she had made. “Thanks Amanda, have a nice night,” Pinky said with a grin as he handed her the ID.

  Fallon looked confused but then remembered her name was Amanda on the ID. “Why thank you so much, have a nice night yourself.”

  Pinky smiled again as Fallon made her way into the bar. She spotted Allison with Hannah and Kristin, the girls from the dorm room across the hall from hers, at a corner booth by the bar and she made her way to the
m with a big grin on her face.

  The Trails Pub was packed wall to wall with every type of person imaginable. As Fallon made her way toward her friends, she noticed guys glancing her way with appreciative looks on their faces. She smiled confidently, knowing the short jean skirt and dark red tank that matched her boots was a great combination for man-catching.

  “Damn Fal, looking good!” Allison said when Fallon reached their table. Hannah and Kristin smiled and waved as Fallon sat down. They weren’t used to sexy Fallon. The Fallon they knew walked around campus in sweats all of the time.

  That was freshmen Fallon, sophomore Fallon was sexy.

  “Thank you, thank you,” Fallon gushed as she looked around the bar.

  “A round of tequila, Teagan!”

  The bartender smiled over at the girls before very efficiently pouring four shots and handing the drinks to a waitress. As the waitress set each shot on the table, the girls picked them up, bringing the glasses to the middle for a toast.

  “Here’s to the first of four years done!” Allison exclaimed as all three girls joined in with her, clanking their glasses together and taking the shot quickly.

  It burned down Fallon’s throat. She wasn’t sure what the awful liquid was, but Lord it was disgusting. Fallon looked off to the side, seeing that there were some good looking men in the bar that night. Fallon was giddy with excitement at trying to pick one up □ she was so used to keeping to herself over the past year and was ready to branch out.

  As Fallon’s eyes skimmed the bar, they met with a pair of smoking gray ones. Fallon blinked twice as her eyes were held hostage by his. He was gorgeous. Shaggy dark brown hair framed his face, and his nose was wide but fit his face perfectly. His lips were thin, she noticed as he brought his bottom lip in between his teeth. He had a very ‘boy next door’ kind of look to him but with an edge. A dangerous edge, Fallon decided as he slowly stood. He was tall with big arms, one covered in tribal tattoos, the other bare. His eyes never left hers as he went around the bar, away from the table of equally huge guys, to lean against the bar as he watched her.

  He was just staring at her like he didn’t care who noticed or if it was rude. It was as if he saw what he wanted and he was waiting to pounce. It was the craziest thing ever!

  “Jeez, that dude is staring at you hard Fal,” Hannah said.

  “Like really hard,” Kristin said.

  Fallon looked back at her friends, but only for a second before turning back to the dangerous guy at the bar. He was wearing a nice tailored suit and had left his jacket at the table. The shirt was a pale green that was rolled up to his elbow showing off his tattoos. The first couple buttons were open, and she could see that there was writing on his chest. She wondered what it said, and she wondered why his friends were wearing suits too.

  Who were these guys?

  “Go talk to him Fal!” Allison yelled, “He’s flipping hot!”

  He sure was.

  “I don’t know,” Fallon said nervously, as the thoughts from the ‘freshman Fallon’ intruded her mind. What if he was some guy with the mob or something? He was muscular and dark and sexy and … mmm …

  “Don’t be a wuss! Go!” Allison said, interrupting Fallon’s thoughts.

  Fallon looked back at the guy, and then looked at Allison. She nodded before slowly getting up and making her way towards him. As she sauntered towards him like a girl on a mission, his face broke into a grin so wide that she was blinded by his straight white teeth. He had dark hair dusting his chin. He looked rugged, lustful. Fallon didn’t say anything as she leaned against the bar, feeling him rake his eyes over her body before returning to her face.

  “What can I get for you sugar??” the bartender asked.

  “A beer, please,” Fallon said before a beer appeared in front of her.

  “Four bucks.”

  Fallon went to get cash out of her pocket when, out the corner of her eyes, she saw the guy shake his head and say, “Put it on my tab, Teagan.”

  “Yup,” Teagan said before going off to help another customer.

  Fallon looked up at the guy, a sexy smile on her face. “Thank you.”

  “Sure,” he said as he held his beer out to her. Fallon clanked her beer to his before taking a hefty sip. The cool liquid went down her throat and she wanted to gag.

  It was her first time drinking beer, and she decided that it too was disgusting.

  “Don’t like it?” he asked. Fallon shook her head.

  “I usually only drink wine.”

  “No wine here, baby girl. Teagan, a Mule please.”

  “A Mule?” Fallon asked as the bartender nodded and went to work on her drink.

  “Yup, good stuff. Tequila, ginger ale and lime juice. Drink of champions.”

  “So I guess you’re not one since you’re drinking a beer?”

  They both looked down at the beer he held in his hand; he then chuckled before looking back up at her. “This is my warm up drink.”

  “Oh is that right?”

  “Sure is, try it,” he said as the bartender laid the drink in front of her. She picked it up and took a sip.

  It was fantastic. Fallon couldn’t even taste the tequila.

  “It’s good, no bite at all,” she said with a nod.

  “No bite now, but tomorrow, you’ll be singing a different tune if you have too many.”

  Fallon laughed as he chuckled along with her. “I’m Lucas, by the way.”

  Lucas held out his hand, and Fallon took it. He had huge hands, they swallowed hers and people said she had big hands. “Fallon.”

  “Fallon? Interesting.”

  “Thanks,” she said with a grin.

  “You live around here?”

  Fallon looked up and her eyes were drawn to his again. Before when she was across the bar, she couldn’t see how gray they were. Now that she was closer, she could see his eyes were like smoke or maybe a dark rain cloud. They were so captivating, hypnotic even.

  “I do. I’m a sophomore at Stanford,” she said, while still being dazed by his eyes.

  “Oh really, a smarty pants then?” he asked with a lazy smile.

  She giggled, “Something like that.”

  “Wait! If you are a sophomore, you’re what? You’re not 21.”

  Shit on a shingle.

  “Um, well,” Fallon sputtered as she looked towards Allison for help, but Allison was giggling and flirting with a guy who had come over to the table. When she looked back up at Lucas, he was leaned in close, a naughty grin on his lips.

  “Oh, someone has a fake ID huh?” he whispered as Fallon turned deep red.

  “Are you going to tell on me?”

  The words flew from her mouth before she could stop them and she wished they hadn’t when she saw the devilish grin that crossed his face. God, she sounded so damn young!

  Seductress? YEAH RIGHT!

  “I don’t know. What do I get if I don’t?”

  Fallon weighed his statement for a moment, before looking up at him. She had nothing to offer him but money, and by the way he was dressed, she was sure he had enough of his own. If he thought she was gonna give him sex, he might as well go on and turn her in! So she blinked twice at him before saying, “Um, what do you want?”

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  Lucas Brooks chuckled as he looked down at the beauty who had walked into the bar.

  After losing hockey’s Stanley Cup Playoffs earlier that evening, he was feeling pretty crappy but then she walked in. Lucas’ eyes had been drawn to her as soon as he heard the click of the naughty little red cowboy boots she was wearing. Didn’t she realize that red is an eye catcher? He was sure she wanted attention, and he wanted to give it to her.

  Fallon □what an awesome name□ was by far the most gorgeous girl in the bar She looked like a porcelain doll. Yeah, her breasts were a little smaller than he liked, but her ass made up for it. He liked big asses on girls and she had one. It might have been her hair too; it was long and wavy, a go
lden brown that brought out her heavy-lidded, deep caramel, wide eyes. She had a deer-in-headlights look to her but he knew, just by talking to her, that she wasn’t dumb. Her nose was small and dainty, and when Lucas set eyes on her luscious glossy red lips, he knew he had to talk to her — and have her.

  Fallon wasn’t much younger than he. He was 21, but her innocence made him feel like he was 40: like the Big Bad Wolf trying to hook up with Little Red Riding Hood. But Lucas’s Little Red Riding Hood was gorgeous and she had no clue who he was, a big plus in his book.

  “It’s quite simple really,” he said with a wink of his eye. “Just a simple kiss, and my lips are sealed.”

  Fallon giggled, looking off to the side before looking back up at him. He liked that she was tall. Usually the girls he hooked up with were shorter and the tall ones were models who didn’t eat anything. He couldn’t stand them. Lucas loved to eat and when he was stuffing his face, he hated having a female watch him with a ‘please feed me’ kind of look.

  “If your lips are sealed how are you supposed to kiss me?” she asked in a low, intimate voice.

  Ooh, she had a little country flair to her. The way she drew out the e in me, told him she wasn’t from California. Mm, he liked that too.

  “Naughty girl, who said anything about open-mouth kissing?”

  He was rewarded with a deep blush and a shy smile. “I just assumed.”

  “Or you were hoping.”

  She giggled, and rolled her eyes. “Oh shut up, and kiss me already.”

  A slow grin went across his face before he took her chin in his fingers and slowly lowered his lips to hers. When Lucas’ lips touched Fallon’s, he swore his whole body caught on fire. She slowly moved her hand into his hair, bringing him closer, so their bodies molded together. When she slowly parted her lips, he drove his tongue into her mouth, sweeping and swirling his tongue with hers. He had never kissed a girl with such passion, never put his whole self into it, never felt the so-called sparks. With Fallon, he did.