



Welcome to Words for Nerds, the best comic book shop in the south, and the next series from Allie York! Noralee was the ultimate nerd, she owned a comic book shop to prove it and Wyatt’s life couldn’t be more hectic with being a cop and father. Does Wyatt have what it takes to be Noralee’s real-life superhero? Fans of Teagan Hunter’s Texting series will nerd out for this single dad, hot and fun romantic comedy.

Title: All Geek To Me
Author: Allie York
Release Date: February 13, 2020
Publisher: self-published
Series: Words for Nerds #1
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy

I, Noralee Reynolds, lead the ultimate nerd life. I own a comic shop, have a great group of geeky friends to work with and wear a different cosplay every day. Since inheriting the family business I’ve had no time for a personal life of my own. Even if hosting a speed dating event makes me wish otherwise.
I, Wyatt Collins, lead a hectic life. As a single dad, I’ve only got time for two things – raising my son and being a cop. I wasn’t looking to cuff myself to anyone. Then I crossed paths with a nerdy comic shop owner who made me think twice.
Things are great until a little self-doubt has Noralee wanting to run away.
Can Wyatt convince her that he can be her real-life superhero?

Copyright @ Allie York 2020
“I’ll speed date if you need me, but I’d rather not. You three are the ones who need to find men. Aren’t you lonely?” Greer hasn’t heard from Neal in four days and we all know it, but none of us have the heart to be mean to her about it. It’s not worth her heartbreak.
“Me? Lonely?” I look at all three of them. “I can’t get rid of any of you long enough to be lonely.”
“Oh whatever. I saw you fall all over that cop. Literally.” Tuesday tosses her hair over her shoulder.
“She isn’t wrong.” Greer gives me a look that says she’s on to me.
“No lies detected.” Rae pushes her glasses up on her nose with her forearm so her fingers can be used for whatever she’s playing on her phone.
“Oh! What if he comes to speed dating?” Tuesday straightens and grins like the Cheshire Cat.
“I can guarantee that he isn’t coming to speed dating at a comic shop.” I roll my eyes and lean to shut off the computer for the night. It’s almost closing time and everyone has cleared out except for a few lingering kids in the comic club. “There is no way he’s single,” I add stupidly. I should have just denied the fact that I think he is the hottest man I’ve seen outside a Marvel movie… or Aquaman.
“So, you admit that you want to check out what’s under that uniform?” Rae stops looking at her phone and blows another bubble.
“He’s been here three times now. What if he did come? Would you do it?” Greer crosses her arms over her chest and stares me down.
I am so sure of myself that I hold up my Mocking Jay salute. “If Officer Collins shows up, I’ll not only participate, but I’ll also buy you all drinks when we go out Saturday night.” There is no way in hell that man would ever show up for speed dating, much less at Words for Nerds.


I love a good nerd book! Although Noralee was a bit more nerdy than I understood. I know of Dr Who, and Marvel but I couldn’t quote them as she does in her inner and outer monologue. But I like that Nora knew and embraced her nerdiness. And Wyatt did too. Even though he wasn’t quite as nerdy as Nora but still interested in her and the store and just all of Nora.
I love Nora’s friends too who embrace their nerdiness as well but also want the best for Nora so they help make Nora and Wyatt get together. Since it seems like Nora wouldn’t fall in line with Wyatt but I think Wyatt liked Nora so much that he was going to chase Nora into a consensual relationship.
Can’t wait to read more of this woman-run comic series!
5 stars!
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Florist Laney George has a successful business, amazing friends and big, big dreams––oh, and a broken heart. But she’s working through that last one. Then the man she hoped to never see again shows up––and Laney’s carefully ordered plans are experiencing technical difficulties.
Celebrated Author Adam Fitzpatrick planned to be in St. Clair for no more than a day. Sign the books, and get out. Same story, different day. What he didn’t count on was Laney George, who happens to be the star of his somewhat fictional tale. She broke his heart years ago, and he’d gone a bit mad. Okay, maybe a lot mad––and he put everything in his book, never imagining it would be a world-wide best seller.
Now that he’s seen her again, he wants answers. But it isn’t just her that draws him in. It’s the town, something is happening and for the first time in years…he can write again. If only he could convince the woman who hates him most to start a new chapter in their story.
Adam frowned as he studied the green wall in the airport restaurant. The strands of ivy had strange lines of yellow running through them, making them seem dead and lifeless. He reached out a hand and touched a leaf, then recoiled. Plastic. No wonder he didn’t like it. He pulled out some bills to pay for his coffee and got to his feet. A few weeks ago, he didn’t even know what a green wall was, yet now every time he saw one, all he could think of was Laney, her mouth pursed in concentration as she’d woven leaves and branches into the large metal frame.
And she could use a chainsaw.
So hot.
He walked through the busy terminal to catch his flight. He’d ended up having to stay two nights in New York and
spent most of the time wishing he was back in St. Clair. At least they’d raised double the money from last year’s event, and soon he’d be boarding his flight.
Eight hours later, Adam pulled his rental car up to the Belles and climbed out. The St. Clair breeze was fresh and warm and loosened the knots in his shoulders. All he wanted to do was wrap himself around Laney, drinking in her warmth. He’d called her from the airport, but it had gone straight to her messages. He paused and frowned.
They didn’t usually catch up until after six, but it had been two days. Besides, it must be six o’clock somewhere in the world.
The closed sign hung on the door, but she’d given him a key last week. He climbed the stairs two at a time and reached the top as she walked past holding a tray of hot drinks. Her hair was pulled back off her face and hung over one shoulder, leaving her neck exposed. Heat seared through him, and he went to cross the threshold.
Then she turned, and her entire body froze, knuckles turning white as she gripped the tray. Her mouth had taken on a horrified shape, as if he’d just walked across an entire garden bed of flowers. Adam stiffened in response. Not quite the homecoming he’d been expecting.
“Where did you say the other jar of olives was?” a voice called out from somewhere in the apartment. Jessica? Oh, hell. His rising heat faded as Laney’s eyes locked with his, her gaze pleading. Begging him to stay hidden.
“Don’t tell her. She’s already finished one jar today,” Brett’s voice chimed in from somewhere in the room.
Laney’s hands shook as the color drained from her face, and Adam numbly took a step back down the stairs. Some of the tension in her jaw lessened, and she gave him a pained smile before hurrying into the other room, where her guests were obviously waiting. A dismissal.
He rubbed his jaw as steel spikes jabbed at his gut. Had he been imagining that this thing they had was more than just a fling? Had he spent the last two days wanting to be with someone who didn’t want to be with him? A familiar wave of humiliation and anger swept through him. What I want doesn’t seem to matter.
The sound of their laughing voices chased him as he stalked back to his own apartment. Nothing like a reality check to remind him that, despite how well everything seemed to be going, Simon was still there.
I’m competing with a ghost.
That was why she hadn’t told anyone about their previous relationship. Why she didn’t want anyone to know about this one. His legs twitched, and he considered going for a jog, but to do so he’d have to leave the apartment and risk bumping into Laney and her in-laws again. Risk seeing the horror in her eyes at almost having her secret exposed.
Beer was the next best thing. He grabbed a can from the fridge.

Amanda Ashby was born in Australia but now lives in New Zealand where she writes romance, young adult and middle grade books. She also owns far too many vintage tablecloths and likes to delight her family by constantly rearranging the furniture.
She has a degree in English and Journalism from the University of Queensland and is married with two children. Her debut book was nominated for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice award, and her first young adult book was listed by the New York Public Library’s Stuff for the Teen Age. Because she’s mysterious she also writes middle grade books under the name, Catherine Holt and hopes that all this writing won’t interfere with her Netflix schedule.
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For a short time, things were close to perfect, but we’ve all been keeping secrets.
And when the truth comes to light, all
we’ll be left with is bloody lullabies and soft
decay.











Once upon a time, there was a young girl who thought she found the love of her life at only fourteen years old . . . but after five years of puppy love combined with ‘we think we’re grown’ love, her fairy tale came to an end.


When he arrived, I ordered the Uber, and in no time, one showed up. We got dropped off at the restaurant. Driver earned extra points when he asked me if I wanted to order a large cheese dip. However, he lost points when he stuck his chip in the dip, sucked the cheese off of the chip, and then stuck said chip back into the queso. I was baffled and confused and hurt that he would treat the cheese dip that way.
“Why’d you do that?” I couldn’t help myself. I had to ask.
He shrugged his shoulders. “I like the cheese. I don’t like the chip.”
Blasphemy.
I decided to shrug it off. I mean, at least the man liked cheese. You may be shocked to know, I’ve dated some guys who don’t.
Extreme blasphemy.
After the crazy queso fiasco, things were all fine and dandy . . .


