All the Wright Moves is the first in the McKingley series that I co-wrote with McKenna Jeffries.
An attraction that was right from their first meeting.
Savvy software designer Warwick Taylor’s multi-billion dollar corporation develops cutting edge computer technology. He had made lots of sacrifices—personal and professional—to get where he is. The loss of his wife many years ago has taught him many tough lessons about life and love. Time was precious and you must take every moment as it comes. During the installation of the computer donation he made to a local community centre, Warwick is swept away by the dedication of the centre’s owner. Deciding to take a chance, Warwick opens himself to the possibilities…
After years of hard work, Katiya Wright finally has her community centre, The Oasis, running smoothly. The large donation of computers for her new computer program is a godsend. The man who comes to set them up makes her break her no dating rule. When she finds out who he really is she knows that he is way above what she is used to. Warwick however has other ideas and refuses to be pushed aside. He challenges Katiya to step out of her preconceived notions and give them a chance.
Will they have enough to sustain this unexpected meeting? Can she get past their differences and see him as the man he is… the man that may be the Wright move to make.
Katiya Wright stopped only after a step into the open doorway. The sight before her made her breath catch and she leaned against the doorframe for support and to view the tight jeans hugging a firm ass. The man bent, stretching the already fitted jeans taut. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a whimper. Her gaze travelled from the ass to muscular legs that bulged enticingly as he stood. She retraced her path back up to a bottom that should be declared illegal to a tapered waist, and a back that rippled with muscles visible through his shirt across his broad shoulders. The man shifted to the side as he lifted the computer monitor onto the desk. Katiya snapped out of her daze, glancing away from his luscious body.
The large room, which had been empty a few days earlier, was now filled with over fifty individual oak desks, office chairs and a file cabinet with a printer on it. It was as she’d envisioned, each work area set up like an office. She walked over to the desk closest to her and touched the last item that she knew had arrived today. A complete computer system with all the bells and whistles sat on top of the desk. A look at the screen showed it was installing some sort of software. With another glance around the room she noted that the systems were almost all set up. She returned her attention to the lone man still installing the computers and wondered where the rest of the work crew was.
A flare of interest filled her as she watched him work. With efficient moves he hooked up all the cables. Moments later he flipped on the system, punched a few keys, and the Windows logo came up. The man moved onto another desk and bent to pick up another computer out of a new box. She tried to figure out why she seemed to be attracted to him. It had been years since she’d had even a minuscule amount of interest in anyone. She hadn’t even seen his face nor had any interaction with him. Katiya continued to study him. She should probably let him know she was there, but she didn’t want to break the moment and continued to watch as he set up another system and moved onto another.
Snap out of it. No dating, she reminded herself. Clearing her throat, she walked over to the man. He stiffened and straightened from the box he was unpacking.
“Everything is looking great.” She glanced around again, pleased that her vision was finally taking shape.
Katiya turned to look at him again then stopped. Damn, he’s even more captivating up close. His dark, brooding eyes studied her silently. Black shaggy shoulder length hair framed a tanned, craggy face. He wasn’t what she’d call typically handsome, but something about him made her want to look at him more than once. With large blunt fingers, he pushed back his hair from his face. He dwarfed her five feet nine inches-he had to be at least over six feet tall.
“There are just a few more systems left to set up in here.”
His deep, bassy baritone set off a clenching sensation in the base of her stomach.
Control yourself. Katiya took a calming breath. “Yes, I see that. I’m surprised that there aren’t more techs helping to get it done.”
“There were, but they are setting up the other systems for the centre offices,” he replied.
Katiya frowned. “What? The donation was only for these systems.” She motioned to the computers around the room.
“Katiya. Katiya Wright. No need for the Miss.” She paused. “I don’t understand. Why are computers being installed in the centre offices?”
“Katiya Wright. You’re the owner of The Oasis, I’m pleased to meet you.” He reached out and shook her hand. “You’re doing some great things with the community centre. As for the reason why the centre’s offices are being set up too. Do you realise how outdated your systems are?” The man cocked his head to the side, studying her.
She ignored the flash of pleasure that filled her at his touch and statement about her work at the centre.
“I know they are but this”-she gestured to the systems again-“was more important to get than computers for our offices. What does-?”
“Why didn’t you just ask for a donation that included the centre offices?”
Katiya narrowed her eyes. She didn’t appreciate his almost chastising tone, but instead of replying in anger, she put on her ‘diplomatic mask’.
“We had thought we would have to get more than one donor to get everything here the way we wanted. But when I approached your company, the donation made was more than generous enough and we didn’t need to seek any other donors. Taylor Bytes gave us all the computer systems, printers and provided techs like you to set it all up for us. That was what we needed. The centre offices having computers were secondary to that.”
Although she had not met the man behind Taylor Bytes, the multibillion-dollar software company, Katiya was very grateful for his unselfish donation. When she had approached the company she had never expected them to donate everything she’d needed to get her computer classes up and running. The man continued to study her intently. Katiya shifted and tried to mask her wince. Her leg ached from the plane ride.