{"product_id":"a-little-buzzed-isbn-9780593819715","title":"A Little Buzzed","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eIf she builds it, they will come.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA sex toy engineer with one big secret finally meets her match, and together they’ll put their own products to the test in this steamy romantic comedy.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eScout Porter is screwed. Not literally, of course. Literally, she’s a twenty-six-year-old virgin, thanks to a relationship so disastrous she swore off love and sex for good. Metaphorically, she’s screwed because the entire office of BuzzCorp, the sex toy start-up where she’s head engineer, just found out. Scout needs her team to stay focused on their upcoming launch, not her lack of a sex life, so she finds the simplest solution: lose her V-card—and fast—then get back to business as usual. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Hudson Bailey, the nerdy and charming software developer hired to build the app for Scout’s latest creation. The only problem is, he’s as inexperienced with sex toys as she is with sex. Fortunately, he’s all too eager to learn, and they agree that one very educational, totally professional hook-up will solve both of their problems. All for research, obviously. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut their little experiment yields unexpected results—chemistry so off the charts Scout starts to think she might actually want more than just a one-time fling. When their budding relationship is threatened by the return of Scout’s notorious ex, both Scout and Hudson will have to decide if they’ve reached their climax as a couple, or if they’re willing to risk everything for a chance at true love.“Immaculate!”—\u003cb\u003eNavessa Allen\u003c\/b\u003e, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eLights Out\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eCaught Up\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eA Little Buzzed\u003c\/i\u003e is everything I’ve ever wanted in a romcom. Smart, snarky, and vibrating with sexual tension—this book is a must read!”—\u003cb\u003eLana Ferguson\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Nanny\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Delightfully fresh and thoroughly hot, \u003ci\u003eA Little Buzzed\u003c\/i\u003e is the new standard for clever, tender debauchery. Recharge yourself with Murray's teasingly fond storytelling, endearing characters, and unabashed sauciness that will keep you buzzing for days!\"\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eSierra Simone\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003ePriest\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eA Merry Little Meet Cute\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Fun, flirty, and deliciously dirty, \u003ci\u003eA Little Buzzed\u003c\/i\u003e is a reminder that there’s no greater pleasure than opening ourselves up to the world and finding the right people to share it with. Watching Scout experiment, build her self-worth, and fall in love with Hudson is a treat. Spice aficionados will be obsessed, but all readers will be able to catch a buzz from this big-hearted romcom.” \u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eKatie Naymon\u003c\/b\u003e, author of \u003ci\u003eYou Between the Lines\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Funny, delightful, incredibly smart, and oh so sexy… Scout and Hudson will absolutely steal your heart.\"\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eKath Richards\u003c\/b\u003e, author of \u003ci\u003eA Love Most Fatal\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"A hot, hot, hot and oh-so-fun workplace romance. In a story perfect for fans of Ali Hazelwood, Murray brings the heat while formulating a sincere, vulnerable relationship between two people with insecurities. Scout and Hudson buzz with tension on every page, and Murray’s tongue-in-cheek chapter headings keep the vibes delightfully campy and steamy.\"\u003ci\u003e—\u003cb\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“With plenty of steam and even more heart, this workplace romance brims with charm, wit, and reminders that love doesn't have to be earned.” \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Shelf Awareness\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eAlys Murray \u003c\/b\u003eis a novelist and screenwriter based in New Orleans. She received a BFA from NYU's Tisch School of the Arts and a Master's in film studies from King's College London. Alys is the author of the sweetly romantic \u003ci\u003eFull Bloom Farm\u003c\/i\u003e series, and she's the screenwriter behind five films on Hallmark and Lifetime. A Netflix x Inevitable Foundation Visionary Fellow, Alys is a proud advocate for disabled voices and stories in entertainment.1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStart Off with a Bang\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHudson Bailey was as useless as my vibrator.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI'm sure that was just the sexual frustration talking. However, as I lay back against the headrest of my Cleveland Airport Ramada bed, that was all I could think.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTake the new guy to the sex toy convention, they said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt'll be fun, they said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"They\" were Clara Mason. As my boss at BuzzCorp, a rising star in the sex toy industry, Clara was thoughtful, ambitious, open-minded, hardworking, understanding, insightful, and sharp-elbowed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn the Hudson Bailey issue, she was also very, very wrong.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt hadn't been fun at all. Hudson was new to BuzzCorp. A contractor, he was brought in on a short-term deal to create the software for our latest, greatest, and completely top-secret sex toy-The Fantasy. According to Clara, he was at the top of his field when it came to, I don't know, numbers or The Matrix or binary or whatever it was he did at his laptop all day.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe problem was that he didn't know anything about the industry. When I explained to Clara that he was unsuitable for the job on every level but the most basic, she treated me to a ten-minute lecture on his résumé, which apparently included rescuing a failing music streaming app and keeping a multinational stock trading platform from collapsing. In her estimation, we were lucky to have him and his technical expertise. Not only that, but his inexperience was a benefit. His fresh eyes were just the thing we needed to take this potentially industry-shaking toy to the next level.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI should have called bullshit then. I should have pressed Clara to find someone, anyone else. But I had confidence in Clara. When she hired me two years ago, I was only BuzzCorp's second employee. We'd built this company, and dozens of sex toy designs, together. Maybe Hudson Bailey wouldn't be that bad.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut oh . . . it was bad. It really was.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDuring his first two weeks at BuzzCorp, he and I hadn't had much reason to talk. Until now, our work had been fairly siloed. I led the engineering team on the design and functionality of the toy itself, while he designed the app and software that would control that toy. Eventually, our work would marry up, but this trip was the first time I'd really hung out with him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe proximity was torture. I was my job, and I liked to keep things as uncomplicated and unmessy as possible, which meant keeping everyone at a polite and professional arm's length.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut Hudson?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf I was the negative end of a magnet, he was the positive. If I was a drive gear, he was an idler gear. If I was peanut butter, you better believe that man was sweet and sloppy jelly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInseparable.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis convention turned into the tag-along show, starring me, the engineer who got shit done, and Hudson, the handsome sideshow who clearly didn't know what the fuck he was doing. He did a good dance of pretending to belong, but the signs were there. Like, for example, when we walked up to a booth and he asked one of the most famous porn actresses in the world about the technical specs of the product she was promoting because he didn't recognize her. Or when he very loudly whispered, \"That couldn't possibly fit,\" during a demonstration of a fairly midrange butt plug.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI'm sure that my mask of professionalism had slipped this weekend. That he'd seen my frustration. As hard as I tried to hide it behind bland pleasantries and focus on the task at hand, I couldn't keep my annoyance totally at bay. And now, my time dragging his admittedly appealing dead weight around was interfering with my nightly solo session.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt wasn't even that there was anything wrong with Hudson. He wasn't rude or creepy or anything like that. On the contrary, he was . . . thoughtful. Eager to learn. Curious. Attentive, even. And despite his frustrating inexperience, he had his moments. Like when we'd gotten on our flight to come here and he'd lifted my carry-on into the overhead bin for me. Or when he'd slyly managed to shift the attention of various old creeps trying to chat me up during the convention mixers. Or when he'd bring me complimentary cookies any time they put out a fresh batch in the event hall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr this evening, when I'd been giving my final speech to a crowd of fellow engineers, and during the review of our client feedback-pretty explicit feedback, lots of orgasm talk-I looked down to see him staring up at me like I was a Playboy Bunny pinned up on his wall . . . and he was sporting the semi beneath his jeans to match.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFuck, there it was. The thought I'd tried not to bring up again. The real reason I couldn't make myself cum tonight. The sight of him, semi-erect, as he watched me lecture about sex.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI shifted uncomfortably in bed. The sheets, which had felt so luxurious when we'd checked in, scratched at my hardened nipples and my exposed thighs, reminding me of the orgasm that had evaded me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hmph.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTrying to push him out of my mind, I crossed my arms and refocused. I was not going to waste another second thinking of him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBesides, I wasn't going to be able to go to sleep this horny. Something had to be done.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTaking long, slow breaths, I fell back upon one of my calming thought patterns.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eProblem.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eProposed Solution.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTest.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eResult.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat was just how my brain worked. No matter what I did or what problem I faced, I filtered it through the scientific method.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eProblem: Need to cum, can't stop thinking about Hudson Bailey.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eProposed Solution: Find some way to stop thinking of him while also orgasming.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith that in mind, I set about step three-testing. But just how to go about that?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGiven how tormented and sweaty and near-orgasm I'd gotten over the last hour, I probably needed a shower. So I started there.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLeaping out of bed, I dug through the various freebie bags I'd been given over the course of the convention. Butt plugs, nipple clamps, paddles, Womanizer . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ah, there you are,\" I muttered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom the bag I retrieved two new items from one of our biggest competitors: One was a knockoff of a Hitachi Magic Wand, which would have been forgettable on its own, but unlike the Hitachi, it could be used around water, and the other was a thick dildo called The Spreader, which featured a suction cup bottom, perfect for solo play.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy entire body awakened as I put my toy cleaners to work in the bathroom sink. There was nothing like it, that anticipation of knowing an orgasm was just on the horizon, and I bit my bottom lip to try to keep my excited breath from echoing off the marble bathroom walls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut then, as I dried off The Spreader, my hands stilled as a memory caught up with me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHudson, handing this to me at the welcome party, after he'd won it in a door draw. He'd winced awkwardly when he'd opened the package and offered it to me with almost painful sheepishness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You know, in case you need it for market research, or whatever.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInstantly, that memory twisted into a fantasy. Hudson, feathering the thick dildo down my skin . . . Hudson, doing some market research on me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI dropped the dildo to the edge of the vanity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFuck no. This was against the entire ethos of this experiment. Thinking about Hudson was the problem I needed to fix. I could not solve that problem by masturbating to the thought of my coworker. This was a bad idea. Time to abort. I needed to get in bed, take a melatonin, and forget about-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs I went to grab the melatonin from my makeup bag, my arm accidentally brushed my nipple.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Fuck.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy body almost contracted at the contact. I gripped the vanity counter to keep upright. Oh God. I was even more pent-up than I thought.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe experiment was back on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI clenched my thighs a little tighter. All thoughts but making myself cum-now and very hard-flew out the window.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the bathroom mirror, I was pretty unremarkable. Curvy body. Shoulder-length black bob. Brown eyes. But my nipples were pebbled, ready to be played with, my cheeks were flushed, and my pink lips were parted as I panted through them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnother intrusive thought.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat if Hudson thought of me this way? Was that why he'd gotten hard during my talk today? Was he picturing me pliant and fuckable?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSwallowing hard, I stared my reflection down. \"No matter what you do,\" I muttered, \"do not think of him while you masturbate.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou're a scientist, dammit. Don't let him ruin this experiment of yours.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy hand moved down to my breasts so I could thumb my hard nipple.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe relief was instant, but so was the craving for more.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI threw the shower to its highest temperature and teased my flesh as I waited for steam to fill the room. The dildo adhered comfortably to the shower wall, and despite the wetness growing between my legs, I generously applied lube.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen I stepped beneath the hot spray of the shower, it tickled my frayed nerve endings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Hitachi Magic Wand was widely considered to be an instant orgasm in toy form. The most powerful masturbator on the market. But even I was surprised when I turned it on and teased its head down my body, starting between the valley of my breasts and heading down . . . down . . . down . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe first vibrations between my legs caught me by surprise. It was intense on my skin, but on my pussy, I felt ready to burst immediately. No good. I wanted this orgasm to be worth the hour of foreplay I'd accidentally endured.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI withdrew and turned my attention to the dildo, which stood at attention on the shower wall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePositioning myself in front of it, I presented my ass and slowly-oh my God, that's so fucking big-sank my pussy back onto it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes,\" I hissed, relishing the sensation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI let myself linger, not rocking the cock inside me or returning the vibrator to my clit. Its girth completed me, pressing against every button in my depths.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI wonder if Hudson is this big.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe thought came out of nowhere. My eyes snapped open.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo. No, this could not be happening. I could not be having a sexual awakening to my coworker.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReturning one hand to my nipples, I focused on that pleasure instead. But with every touch and every tease, I imagined his hands exploring me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSlowly, I rode my dildo. Surely that would keep him out of my mind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI whimpered as my clit throbbed, begging for contact, begging to deepen the fantastic tingles already stirring in me from penetration alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou could teach him so much about sex. Can you imagine if he saw you like this, fucking yourself to the thought of him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFuck, fuck. This wasn't working. No matter the parameters of my experiment, my thoughts kept circling straight back to him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo amount of fucking myself was going to get Hudson out of my head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eArching back against my dildo in earnest now, I lowered the wand to my clit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ah!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI shuddered around the cock. The vibrations were so strong, so good, so highly directed. It wouldn't be long until I came.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut he kept popping up in my head. His groans intermingling with mine. His hand toying with my clit as he thrust deep inside me. Him breathing praise as he delighted in every inch of me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith each errant thought, I raised the vibrations a little bit, giving me enough blinding pleasure to erase him-at least for a second or two.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut then, as I ran out of breath, I also ran out of vibration speeds. My moans wouldn't stop. I couldn't hold it back . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eScrew it. I wanted to cum, and I wanted the orgasm to be delicious.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI embraced the fantasy, picturing Hudson's hands firmly on my hips, rocking me back onto his big, thick cock as the vibrations on my toy reached a fever pitch. I climbed higher and higher. My own moans echoed off the marble walls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis was it. I was going to cum. I was going to cum for him . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBefore I could stop myself, I screamed-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hudson!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy orgasm shattered over me, and my entire body racked around the cock buried in my cunt. Riding the waves, I clung to it until my trembling stilled and my heart slowed to a normal pace.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe effort exhausted me. I slumped back, more satisfied than I could remember being in a long, long time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Holy shit,\" I muttered, turning off the shower and letting the cold air of the bathroom bring me back to reality.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMentally, I wrapped up the loose ends on my experiment.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eProblem: Need to cum, have to sleep, can't stop thinking about Hudson Bailey.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eProposed Solution: Find some way to stop thinking of him while also orgasming.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTest: Fucked myself silly with the biggest of big guns . . . and still kept thinking of him. It made everything way hotter, in fact.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eResult: Absolute failure. 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