HEROINE: Parvati Shiva
HERO: Colin Patterson
QUOTE: I’m a successful, beautiful woman providing love to the world. The should be enough…shouldn’t it? ~ Parvati
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A bet between Eros, the God of love & desire, and Chloe (Chlotho), the Fate of birth, leads to a year filled with match-making and passion.
Parvati Shiva, a true descendent of the Goddess of love and devotion, is fed up. She runs a successful dating site, connecting Mystics and humans all over the world with their one true love. The only she hasn’t been able to find love for is…her.
When a hacker gets into her network and website, shutting down her site in the height of the busy season, she calls on her cousin Jag for help, who in turn reaches out to an old friend.
Colin Patterson, IT guru and confirmed bachelor, quickly agrees to help his friend’s sister out with her computer problem, hoping it will be a long drawn out process. He’s eager to escape his mother’s matchmaking Valentine’s Day party. She’s invited all of the single women—and a few men—to jump-start his dating life, something he has no interest in at all.
One mistaken identity later, Colin ruins his chance with the beautiful Indian woman he’s instantly attracted to. Will he be able to prove he isn’t a boss bashing idiot, save Parvati’s company, and win her affections before he doesn’t have a reason to stick around?
Warning: This book contains a geeky hero who can’t keep his mouth shut, a strong willed businesswoman dealing in love, and an attraction that neither can deny.
Please note: This book has a hot M/M scene. It does not involve the hero of this story.
NOTE: Mystic Zodiac is a 12 book series. It is NOT a serial. Each book ends in a happily ever after for the main couple. However, the prologue and epilogue of each story follows the Gods that kick off the series, Eros and Chlotho (aka Chloe). At the end of the series the bet between the two will come to a conclusion.
“No, no, no!” Parvati smashed the keys on her keyboard; hoping one of them would stop the pop-ups decorating her screen. Her computer display froze for a second before a new single box popped up in the middle. “You’re drunk. Go home. No one wants to date you.” The giant laughing emoticon that followed filling up the screen pushed her over the edge. Picking up her mouse, she threw it across the room, watching with no sense of satisfaction as it pinged off the wall.
Why couldn’t that have made her feel better? “Fucking technology,” she growled. Not that she didn’t love all things techie; she did, just not at the moment.
Stacy, her assistant, poked her head into the room. “I see you’ve found out.” She squeezed through the barely open door, hands clasped in front of her demurely. She chewed on her lips nervously, and Parvati knew right then she wasn’t going to like what would come out of Stacy’s mouth.
“Why didn’t you tell me when I walked in this morning?” She knew she sounded whiney but didn’t care. This was the last thing she needed at the moment.
“I wasn’t aware of the problem until Jag called.”
Squeezing her eyes shut tight, Parvati counted back from ten.
She would have put her hands over her ears to keep from hearing anything, but that would have been childish and not the behavior of the head of a thriving Internet dating company.
6…slowly breathe in and out. Find your center. Her therapist’s voice echoed words of advice in her head. The soothing tone doing nothing for her at the moment.
“We’ve been hacked. At least that’s what Jag says. He told me to tell you he’s bringing someone in to help find, fix, and contain the problem. He’s not sure when that will be though. He has to get hold of the whoever this technical guru is and see if he’s free first.”
Stacy’s words jolted her from her countdown. Her therapist told her it would help her relax and think clearly. Boy was she wrong. That bitch wasn’t getting her repeat business.
Parvati groaned and dropped her head to the keyboard in defeat, banging it lightly. One more thing to go wrong that day—she should have just stayed in bed. It started shitty and looked like it would end shitty.
When the heel on her favorite pair of shoes snapped as she walked out her front door, she should have just turned around, stripped naked, and crawled back under the covers until the day came to an end.
Nope. Not her. Not Ms. I-have-to-impress-the-boss-or-he’ll-fire-me. She trudged on even though she had an inkling things wouldn’t get better. She tossed the shoes and grabbed another pair. Luckily, she made it to her favorite teashop without incident. Unluckily for her, her tea got knocked over before she even had a chance to take a sip. The busy mom with the three rambunctious kids bumping into her as she walked out the teashop door.
To top off her morning, the asshat she went on a blind date with earlier in the month hand-delivered a wedding invitation, and thanked her for proving the gossip right.
Now there was…THIS. Hacked! Who would want to hack a dating website? She knew the answer before she even finished the thought. A supremely disgruntled customer or rejected suitor. The ratio of displeased customers and suitors was minimal when compared to happy clients. But the rejects—they were really unhappy. Hate mail. Social media bashing. Failed cyber attacks. Unfortunately, in this business, there would always be a match that didn’t work out, and they would always have to deal with the aftermath. This time, Parvati wasn’t sure she could handle it.
Stacy’s voice filtered through the myriad of thoughts circling in her head.
“Sweetie, you might want to stop that or the space bar will be permanently etched into your forehead. How would that go over on your date tonight?”