Hi, book buddies :-) Are you into hot nerds? I think they have so much potential :-D And I couldn't resist reading this anthology because Jana Aston is in it!!
There’s nothing better than a sexy nerd!
Except maybe 12 of them! 😍
Smartasses, an all fun and flirty, romantic comedy anthology from 12
bestselling authors, is out now!
Because what's hotter than a sexy nerd?
Twelve of your favorite Rom Com authors bring you a new anthology
celebrating geeking out and falling in love.
Featuring Smartass Stories by:
Avery Flynn
Erin Mallon
Helena Hunting
Jana Aston
Jiffy Kate
Karen Grey
Kayley Loring
Krystyna Allyn
Penny Reid
Sara Ney
Sonali Dev
Susannah Nix
Fall in love today for ¢99!
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MY OPINION
I'm addicted to everything that Jana Aston writes, so of course I was going to read her novella in this anthology.
What's more, it's about a quirky librarian and a wealthy, handsome, good-humoured business man who falls head over expensive shoes in love with the heroine.
How could I resist? Not this girl. I want my special dose of wit and hot, hilarious romance.
So the heroine is trying to make her dreams come true in New York and finds herself in the most absurd and funny misunderstanding. From the moment they meet, it's a feast of crazy dialogues, insanely adorable flirting and a fake relationship of the never-seen-before kind.
I would have stayed in this story forever. It's funny, unexpected, sweet and sexy. Perfect Jana Aston.
Other stories I've read in this bundle? The one by Helena Hunting is about a girl stuck in a cabin with a mountain man during a particularly harrowing snow storm. There was no doubt I was going to tap that. And it's well written, has a very funny scene with that girl climbing up the mountain man of our dreams, and finally an extremely graphic hot time.
Another one of my favourites is one novella titled There's Also a Dog. It's cute from start to finish, really funny, and has a female character who falls in love with a dog. It helps that her owner (the dog's) is a nerdy hunk. I imagined Henry Cavill all the time. Believe me when I say that the inner dialogue, the character dialogues and the epilogue are a comic blast. You have to read this one.
Enjoy!
READY FOR AN EXCERPT?
NOT JUST A CRUSH by Helena Hunting
The blustery wind pushes me through the door and causes a swirl of flakes to follow me. As
soon as I’m clear of the door, she tries to close it. But the wind is strong, and she’s . . . tiny.
The kind of tiny I associate with the girl on top of the cheerleader pyramid or those creepy
semi-life-sized dolls they sell in department stores. It’s clear she’s using her full weight against
the door, yet she’s losing the battle.
I lift a hand over her head—I don’t have to reach high to accomplish that—and push it closed.
She stumbles forward a couple of steps, and her toe catches on the doormat. She recovers
herself and spins around, her face a shade of pink I associate with embarrassment.
She takes three large steps to the side, putting a few feet of distance between us. She pushes
her glasses up her nose and glances from the door to me and back again. “Good f*cking God,
are you part bear? You’re huge.” Her hands flail around in the air, then find each other, then
part again.
“Maybe you’re just small?” I offer.
My breath puffs out in the air with each exhale, and so does hers. It’s freezing in here. Which
explains why she’s wearing a parka, a beanie, a scarf, and a pair of giant mittens. All in
matching shades of pink. She looks like a chewed-up wad of bubblegum with a face and limbs.
“Having trouble with the fire, then, Princess?” I motion to the hearth where the fire sits unlit.
She crosses her arms. “My name is Dahlia, not princess.”
“Dahlia?” I echo.
I inspect her closer. It can’t be . . .
Dahlia is not a common name. Tiny Dahlias with long, dark wavy hair and almond-shaped eyes
so dark it’s nearly impossible to see where her iris ends and her pupils begin seem even more
rare. But the odds seem . . . implausible.
“Yeah. Like the flower.” She pushes her glasses up her nose again with her mittened hand and
goes back to crossing her arms.
And I stand there, like an idiot, and keep staring. Because it is her.
Dahlia Forest.
Seriously, that’s her name.
And I had the biggest f*cking crush on her in high school.
Like seriously, the biggest f*cking crush.
But I was on the football team, and she was a mathlete. We ran in different circles. I was a
giant asshole with even bigger asshole friends, and she was a gorgeous nerd. One of my best
friends back then, who I still talk to now, used to make fun of her all the time. It was juvenile.
And dickish. I didn’t participate, but I also didn’t stop him. Which makes me just as bad, if not
even worse.
So far, she hasn’t recognized me. It’s been four years. Maybe she won’t recognize me at all.
Maybe I wasn’t on her radar in high school. Maybe she was too busy being a f*cking genius to
notice the jocks. Although she did tutor a couple of my teammates along the way.
I realize I haven’t replied to the whole flower comment or responded in general. “Looks like you
had some trouble starting the fire.” I thumb over my shoulder.
“I never got the fire-making badge in Girl Scouts.” I can’t tell if she’s being sarcastic.
“Have you unpacked anything yet?” Man, my conversation skills need a serious workout.
“No, I was too busy trying to earn my fire-making badge.” Her nose is pink from the cold, and
her cheeks are already flushed, but the way she ducks her head tells me she’s pretty damn
embarrassed by her lack of fire- making ability.
I nod once. “All right. Well, let’s grab your bag and get you out of here.” “Out of here?” she
parrots.
“Yeah. I’ll take you back to town. Set you up at the motel.” I take my gloves off because my
hands are starting to sweat. The great thing about my jacket is that it keeps me warm in
subzero temps. The bad part is that now that I’m no longer facing -30 degrees and a face full of
snow, I’m over here sweating my balls off even though it’s pretty freaking frigid in here.
“Motel?” Her nose wrinkles. “Why can’t I stay here?”
“You can, but they’re gonna close the roads soon, and when they do that, you’ll be stuck here
until they open them again.”
“Close the roads?” Apparently, she’s trying out for the role of parrot tonight.
“Yeah. Unless you missed it, there’s a blizzard happening out there. We’re getting another
twelve to eighteen inches between tonight and tomorrow afternoon. If I don’t get you off the
side of this mountain soon, we’re both going to be stuck here until the storm is over and they’ve
had a chance to plow the roads.”
“Oh, my God. How long will that be?”
I shrug. “Could be a couple of days, could be a week.”
“A week?” Her tone is dog whistle shrill.
“It’s a big f*cking storm.”
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