Oh baby, please, talk nerdy to me… a million laughs and sizzling romance ensures this is the perfect book for a lazy afternoon at the beach. And Charlie can’t be all that nerdy… this hero rides a Harley! Fashion model Eve Dupree is fed up with being labelled “the pretty one” while her sister’s called a genius. Eve’s got loads of brilliant ideas, not the least of which is the invention she’s building in her garage. But when she turns to the nerd next door to help get it off the ground, she finds herself on dangerous ground.
Charlie Shepherd has discovered that there’s more to Eve than meets the eye. But it’s not just her body he likes. It’s those sexy brains of hers. Romance is a complication he doesn’t need right now. The problem is, she has something he needs and he can’t seem to resist her.
Keeping her creation under wraps is harder than Eve expected, as is denying her attraction to Charlie. But when a saboteur starts sniffing around her project, she questions everyone around her, even her nerd in shining armour. Can opposites attract or will they ignite a fire they can’t control?

Here’s a taste:
The explosion caught Charlie by surprise. People didn’t usually blow things up in Middlesex, Connecticut, especially at four in the afternoon. But as Charlie rode his Harley down Elm Street, something exploded behind the metal door of an ordinary two-car garage.
Leaping from his bike, he ran toward the garage. “Don’t panic! I’m here!” He banged on the door. “Can you hear me? Are you okay?”
“Yes!” The voice was muffled and female. And she was coughing.
“I’m calling 911!” He reached for the cell phone clipped to his jeans pocket.
“No! Don’t do that!” More coughing.
He paused, his finger over the send button. “Why not?”
“Because I’m fine!”
Charlie needed more information. There had been an explosion, for God’s sake. And there was this funny smell seeping out of the cracks around the garage door molding. “Can you open the door? You could be in shock or something.”
“Open the door. I need to know you’re okay.”
After a moment of silence, the door started up. Then it quickly stopped, leaving a gap of six inches. The funny smell grew stronger.
“See there?” Charlie breathed in the fumes and the back of his throat tickled. He cleared his throat. “Now your door’s jammed.”
“No, it’s… uh, yeah! It must be jammed! But I’m fine, really.” She coughed twice. “Here’s my hand, in one piece.”
Charlie stared at the hand she stuck through the six-inch opening. He thought of Thing from The Addams Family, except her hand was a lot prettier than Thing. She was wearing a pink sweater with the cuff turned back over a very delicate wrist.
She wiggled her fingers. “See? Everything works.” She’d have to be lying on her back on the garage floor in order to stick her hand out like that. Maybe she’d landed on the floor after the explosion. But that made no sense, because she’d just activated the garage door opener. Sure, she could have been holding the opener at the time of the blast, but that was highly improbable, which meant she was lying there specifically to stick her hand out and convince him she wasn’t maimed. She was hiding something in that garage.

…He swallowed and attempted to curb his lust. “Want a beer?”

“Sure.” She took off her coat and hat.

“What kind?”

“Sam Adams would be great.”

Charlie almost groaned out loud. She was sexy, she was smart, and she drank his brand of beer. Just his luck, he was not in the market.