Welcome to the world of the Smart Girl Mafia.
Hot men.
Nerdy. Geeky. Weirdo. Women.
Stay awhile.
Hot men.
Nerdy. Geeky. Weirdo. Women.
Stay awhile.
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Lynn Scott
You know that super-hot guy from high school? The jock. The popular guy. The one you fantasized about when you were supposed to be studying. The ex-Olympic water polo player you expect to be married in his thirties to an ex-beauty queen and driving around Los Angeles in a Mercedes SUV full of kids. The man who could never be as smart and fun as you. The guy who is not supposed to ask you to hook-up during a party. (Correction: He commanded.) That’s Nick Willingham. Even in my thirties with a thriving career, a great home, awesome friends, and a very green, holistic lifestyle, I still check the box: nerd. And in what world does a nerd end up with the hot guy? Nick Willingham Lynn Scott is the woman who is not supposed to say yes. The shy, polite writer who lives in San Francisco. The woman you expect to be married or waiting for some man to choose her. Yeah, that’s not Lynn. And I want her. I want whatever happy ending her brilliantly dirty mind and perfect mouth wants to create. She’s decided that our thing is just a hook-up with an expiration date less than that of her favorite fresh-pressed green juice. Lucky for me, I like to win. But am I willing to take a wrecking ball to my meticulously handcrafted life to win her? |
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Lilly Shepard
Detroit-born. Math-loving. Gamer. Kinky. I check the box: geek. I don’t have time for a relationship. I’m a scientist on a mission to eradicate disease. I don’t have time for another wealthy man making lots of plans and promises. I have patients to heal. I don’t have time for a handsome billionaire from Beverly Hills who is offering me a life people dream of… Well, maybe I can fit him in between a game of Grand Theft Auto and saving the world? Michael Ahmed I’m ready to settle down and start a family. I want a wife. I think I’ve found her. But she’s not impressed by my lifestyle or romantic gestures. She’s not impressed by me. If only she could see that underneath my affluence is a guy who loves hip hop and R & B, homecooked meals, and happily-ever-afters. Don’t get it twisted, I’m a prickly snob and an alpha male. I know what I want, and I don’t stop until I get it. And I want her. But can I compete with her ambition? |
