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He’s intrigued by Amy, the only buccaneer to best him in this test of digital testosterone, while she just wants to take his arrogance down a peg. Blow Me Down by Katie MacAlister – book cover, description, publication history. Blow Me Down By Katie MacAlister – FictionDB. Cover art, synopsis, sequels, reviews, awards, publishing history, genres, and time period.

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October 4, ISBN Tantor Audio September 2, Narrated by: In the Internet virtual reality game Buckling Swashes, Earless Erika and Black Corbin are two of the most deadly pirates to sail the online seas. And now they’ve met their matches: But fearless Earless Erika is really just Amy—a financial analyst with little time in her life for anything but work. And Corbin is none other than the man behind the game—the bliw and owner of the company.

He’s intrigued by Amy, the only buccaneer to best him in this test of digital testosterone, while she just wants to take his arrogance down a peg. But soon the two find themselves comrades in arms against a merciless rival bent on Corbin’s destruction—both on the virtual high seas and in real life.

Only by matie aside their differences can they locate the actual people behind the swaggering swashbucklers—and along the way find that love can tame even the most fearsome of pirates. A very contemptible line of life, with a premium at a high rate.

I waited for the rumble from a distant clap of doown to fade away into nothing before answering. Another sigh, drawn out and martyred as only a sixteen-year-old could make it, followed. I frowned at the computer screen, giving Tara only part of my attention aktie I typed up macalisrer press release that would be sent out the following day. It sounded like a storm was coming, and I wanted to finish before I had to turn off the electronic equipment.

Another rumble of thunder stopped conversation for the count of five. Hand me that paper, honey. No, the Indigenous Streams of the Pacific Northwest one. Are the stereo and TV off? It sounds like that storm is heading right for us. I took my hands off the keyboard and swiveled in my chair to face Tara.

You have my undivided attention. I heaved a martyred sigh that rivaled hers, fighting to keep the smile from my lips at her look of righteous indignation. She might have my eyebrows, but her flair for dramatics came straight from her actor father. You have two minutes. Use them as you will.

I gave in to the urge for a little eyeroll, and made sure everything that safely could be was unplugged. Another blue-white flash illuminating our tiny back yard heralded the onslaught of the storm. Free Spirit says that people like you use the excuse of work to compensate for the things that are lacking in their lives. She was looking more katif more like me, her thick strawberry blonde hair just as unruly as macakister own, defying all attempts by hair spray, styling mousse, and industrial strength hair gel to form it kaatie something other than a wild tangle of curls.

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Her blue eyes were a shade darker than my own, but those straight brows that refused to arch no matter how many trips to the beauty salon she mcaalister were all mine.

The one you talked to last month? Rather an interesting attitude to find in a school counselor. That was another trait she got from her emotional father—generations of phlegmatic Scandinavian ancestors who preferred to keep their emotions tightly reined did much to give me control over mine. She got me an interview with PC Monroe. One of those guys on the reality shows who eat insects for insane amounts of money?

He sent me a beta version of his sown VR bblow. Everyone is talking about it. She followed me down dosn hallway. I heard you the first time. Hold on a sec.

I shot her a narrow-eyed look. The little rat smirked. Four years, then ziiiiiiiip! I told you that he sent me a beta VR unit.

I frowned, absently counting the time between lightening and thunder, a horrible suspicion coming to my mind.

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The way she avoided my eye said a lot. That would be the same online game that I forbid you to continue playing because you did nothing else but pretend you were a pirate for three solid macalidter Belligerent blue eyes suddenly met mine.

You just stopped paying for it. I thought for a moment, mentally reviewing the latest credit card statement. That would explain the rash of phone calls to your father when we moved here last month. You talked him into paying for that game. Right now my crew is about to go into defense mode to protect our island from the evil Black Corbin, who wants to take it from us. The guy playing Bart did tons and tons of research on him. Still, I told you two months ago that school work took precedence over world building.

Blow Me Down by Katie MacAlister

I have a weaving shop. I make money at it, Mom. Her calculated dig hit pay dirt, despite my better intentions. How much profit do you make? I even have a spreadsheet that I use to keep track of costs and profits. I narrowed my eyes at her again. You are an evil child to use my love of spreadsheets against me like that.

Her jacalister turned up a notch. Buying and selling and profit katje and supply and demand. How much would monthly grog expenditures run, and could you depreciate the costs of storing it? I bet you could even have your own crew.

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A little voice deep inside of me let out a cheer, but it was quickly squelched as another rumble brought me back to the present and reality. I turned back to my computer.

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I flipped a couple of pages of the symposium paper to find a quote I needed. He has little else to do with his time while he is between acting jobs.

All you want to do is work, work, work. I wish I was living with Dad instead of you!

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If you were playing it too, we could be on the same crew. And you could help me with my weaving shop, and I could teach you how to sail a ship. I might admit to being a bit more caught up in my job than was normal, but I took pride in the fact that I had a solid work ethic, and took responsibility for making sure that my job, and those I could help around me, was done to the best of my ability.

She was silent for a moment. The whole thing, the VR unit version? Her stormy brow cleared like magic. You can make one, just to see if you like it. Maybe I can get a second VR unit.

She stopped in the doorway, her eyes dark with mutiny. I held up my hand to stop her. I glared at her and ignored the challenge. Her eyes narrowed as she chewed on her lower lip for a moment. You have to make officer. I knew how those computer games worked—to advance you had to open a secret passageway or collect some object or run over a magic spot or something silly like that.

All right, since it means so much to you, I will give the game an hour or so and become an officer.

You can use my laptop—it has the game client on it already. I started to roll my eyes again, but switched to a flinch with another loud peal of thunder and gust of wind made the windows rattle. On top of it sat a pair of thick black wraparound glasses.

Why are you plugging that in? The storm is almost on top of us. Here is the VR unit. Looks just like a pair of shades. The software has speech recognition capabilities, so you can talk to other characters just like you normally would. A few seconds later I was wearing the VR glasses.

Fown, let me do it. Oh, and I put you on the list of owners at my weavery, so you can look around there. That sounds very piratical.