Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Book promo! Boy Meets Nerd by Leia Shaw

Boy Meets Nerd 

Genre: Contemporary NA

After graduating from MIT with a computer science degree, hacker Emerson True bides her time until she lands the perfect job. To pay the bills, she investigates cheating boyfriends and relationship secrets.
Her newest client, musician Levi Morrison, is a typical heartbreaker – gorgeous and charming. He’s also the biggest sucker in the world. When red flags pop up, he hires Em to check into the identity of the girl he’s fallen for online.
As Em and Levi work together to find his dream girl, they discover they have more in common than they thought. Though Emerson tries to build a firewall around her heart, Levi bypasses it easily. In the end, Levi must choose between his dream girl and the nerd who unwittingly hacked her way into his heart.



Leia Shaw is the bestselling author of the paranormal romance series, Shadows of Destiny. Thinking up fae politics, plotting dragon power games, and calculating how fast werewolves can change forms has given her a way to express those dark places in her mind. More recently, she's branched out into the erotic world and has co-written several humorous but heartwarming contemporary BDSM romances, 31 Flavors and the Badass Brats series.
She’s passionate about tattoos, anything with peanut butter and chocolate combined, and of course, reading!
Leia lives in New England with her husband and two kids. Though she will go to her grave denying it, her husband insists she would be thrilled if he suddenly sprouted fangs.

Twitter:  @LeiaShaw

Goodreads:  www.goodreads.com/LeiaShaw

Boy Meets Nerd Excerpts

In a flash, he jumped up from the floor and leapt at her. She yelped in surprise as he tackled her onto the bed.

“I’m just taking them off to sleep, you idiot,” she said laughing as he covered her face and neck in kisses.

“Mmmm.” He inhaled deeply, relishing her sweet scent. “You should know better than to bare your legs in front of me. You’ll never be left innocent when you do that.”

Chuckling, she looked up into his eyes ran a finger across his forehead, down his cheek then traced his lips. “You need to sleep.”

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” He moved downward and lifted her shirt with his teeth then kissed her belly. “I only have a lifetime to corrupt you.”

“Corrupt me?” She giggled and squirmed as he nipped her soft skin. “You make me sound like some kind of blessed virgin.”

He breathed against her belly, inhaling her scent, letting it fill his lungs and his memory. When he exhaled, it must’ve tickled her because she wriggled and tried to push him off.

“Stay still,” he ordered. When she did, he dragged his gaze up and down her body. Why was she still wearing clothes? The urge to be naked, feel her skin against his, was strong.

“God, you’re hot,” he mumbled, staring at her breasts.

Frowning, she covered them with her arms.

He tsked. “None of that.” Girls were so self-conscious of their bodies. He’d never understand it. It was their natural god-given curves, soft skin, and girly scent that men loved. Every imperfection – stretch mark, mole, wrinkle – just added to the humanness, gave women character. The guys he knew didn’t want a boring Barbie doll.

Emerson was real, and beautiful, and her tiny body felt perfect under his. He leaned down and kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on, clasping her hands together like she never wanted to let go.


She stretched her arms above her, feeling stiff from sitting in the same position for too long. “I had a coffee this morning so I’m wide awake. Maybe I could drive for a bit.”

“Sure. I’ll stop at the next rest area. I need to stock up on candy anyway. Didn’t I promise you that?” He grinned. “What’s your favorite kind? Wait. Let me guess.”

Amused, she leaned her head back and watched him. This should be interesting.

“Let’s see. You like your coffee sweet, but you have a prickly personality so… Sour patch kids?”

“No. And I’m not prickly.”

“You are a little.”

She turned to stare out the passenger side window. Prickly? That was how he thought of her? She didn’t understand why but it bothered her. Why should she care what he thought? They weren’t even friends. 
They’d have no relationship past this trip anyway. They were a travel pair made by convenience and that was it. Still, it stung just a little.

A warm hand fell on her thigh. “Hey,” he said. “I didn’t mean it as an insult. I’m sorry.”

She wanted to snap “whatever” and roll her eyes, but it was hard to focus on his words when his hand was in such an intimate place. Or maybe she was a bit sex starved – he was closer to her knee than her girly bits. But still, she was keenly aware of it sitting there, radiating heat through her jeans. A tingly sensation crept up her thigh to between her legs, where a throbbing started.

Fuck. She brushed his hand off and kept her face toward the window. Her cheeks were burning. He’d notice her blush and think she was stupid, or desperate, or both. He wouldn’t be wrong.

“Nerds!” he shouted, slapping his hand on his knee.


Oh. The candy. “Very funny.” Forgetting her embarrassment, she scowled at him. “No. And you’ll never guess it.”


“You’ve never fallen in love?”

“No,” she said with a sardonic laugh. “I’m too driven with my work. I don’t know. It’s probably impossible.” She almost looked sad about it. “It’d be like having to split myself in two. I can’t focus on work and a person at the same time. There’s just not enough time or energy.” 

“That’s silly. Love isn’t quantifiable.”

Her brows shot up. “Everything is quantifiable.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.” He scowled, feeling irritated though he didn’t understand why. “Feelings can’t be counted up and divided.”

“Sure they can. Relationships require attention. I’d have to spend x amount of time on the emotional stuff, then y on pragmatic stuff. A huge amount of time is spent on communication, let’s say that’s x squared, plus there’s bound to be fights over misunderstandings, so x squared plus y for that. All these hours added up are time away from my research. So love equals, modestly, three x squared plus y.”

He stared for a moment, trying to wrap his head around all of that. Mathematician. Figured. “Wow. I had no idea love could sound so boring.”

“It isn’t all flowers and poetry, you know. At least not for long.”

“Oh, I know how you feel. Anyone can betray the ones they love. Such an optimist.”

She shrugged, looked totally unapologetic. “It’s true. I’ve seen it a dozen times.”

“You’re jaded.”

“You’re idealistic.”

They had a brief staring contest then Emerson looked away.

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