1. A foolish or contemptible person who lacks social skills or is boringly studious: "one of those nerds who never asked a girl to dance".
2. An intelligent, single-minded expert in a particular technical discipline or profession.
Just like I’ve said to my children, there is nothing wrong with being a nerd. It just means you’re not like everyone else.
Annie’s Fun Classification of Nerds and Geeks and Dweebs
(please remember these are my definitions lol)
Hopeless Romantic: Someone in love with love. The hero in The Alpha is modeled after this idea. He secretly hoards romance novels under his bed and has kept his virginity for his one true love. Gotta love him.
Computer Geek: Someone more into electronics and can communicate better in html than with words. The Beta’s hero is totally in this category. He’s not crazy about socializing, which is odd for a wolf shifter, yet uses his computer skills to aid the pack.
Quiet and Shy: Socially inept, usually the person in the corner at parties. The heroine of The Omegas falls in this class. Sugar, who appears in all the books, is a librarian who is taken by storm by a Nosferatu warrior vampire.
Incurable Child: Goofy, always trying to make everyone laugh even at their own expense. Sees the world as their playground. Omegas in Love has a hero whose greatest passion is to create Rube Goldberg machines. (An apparatus that is deliberately over-engineered to perform a very simple task.) He’s fast with a joke, even if they’re horrid, and a godsend for an abused shifter female.
Emotionally Stunted: (I think we’ve all met one of these in our lives) Immature emotionally, searching for a quick, shallow connection with someone on a short term basis because they can’t deal with more. Yep, I class this in the NERD file because dealing with your emotions is a social skill. LOL Sigma is all about this type.
I like my nerds, geeks, and dweebs. I am one and place myself in the quiet/shy category. What other types do you think there are?
Oh, and remember, nerds rule the world…
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To defend and protect, at any cost.
Sam is Sigma of his pack, defender of the innocent and frail. Too bad the one time it mattered most, though the urge to guard the weak runs strong in his shifter blood, he failed to protect his best friend from an attack. Just when his self-confidence can't go any lower, he becomes entangled in a vampire skirmish and is left with an injured female in his arms.
Vampire accountant for Pal Robi, Inc., Clementine can't believe her master would ask her to commit corporate espionage. She’s shot when discovered, but a shifter comes to her rescue. It's as if he's made of her fantasies, and in the few hours with him she lives more than the decades she's spent among her clan.
Hiding with him on the streets of Chicago, in the midst of fighting together to stay alive, can a petite vampire break through her hero’s jaded heart?
WARNING: Hot dominating sex, an action packed evening, and a first date gone all to hell.
His inner beast grumbled, sulking in the corners of his mind. Ever since Sugar had been attacked on his watch, when Katrina’s old werewolf pack from China had broken into their home, his animal nature didn’t seem interested in the outside world. Even when he shifted to his beast form, it remained distant, not sharing in the hunt, or even sex.
His love for the human female had faded over the years and transformed into something more brotherly, but the rejection still ached. Every woman he’d been involved with took off. Some base instinct kept him from caring about anyone new and he was tired of it.
Shit, even his beast couldn’t stand hanging around him anymore.
All his roommates had shacked up, but he still slept in an empty bed, the one-night-stand wonder. Fuckable, but not worth loving. Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. He tried to believe…
The rehabilitation center night security guard let him park his car in front of the entrance, since Sugar was being discharged. Six weeks in physical rehabilitation, yet she still couldn’t move her left side. The scans showed she’d suffered a stroke after the attack, something that could happen to trauma patients, even young ones.
Daedalus, her vampire lover, was supposed to be picking Sugar up. That’s why they’d arranged a late night discharge, but the vampire had vanished, leaving a note for Sam to take care of Sugar. The asshole didn’t need to write an or else on his message. It was implied. Sam rubbed his temples, his pulse pounding, the sure sign a migraine would be paying him a visit soon.
He and Daedalus had never been on the best of terms. The vampire had discarded Sam when he first started training the pack to fight, and focused only on Eric as alpha. The vampire had known Sam’s feelings for Sugar, yet had still stolen her away. Now, the bloodsucker could barely look at him. Daedalus blamed him for Sugar’s injuries.
The vampire was right, though. It was Sam’s fault. He was Sugar’s Sigma. Spice, his pack’s female alpha and Sugar’s twin, had charged him with shadowing her sister. Not every pack owned a Sigma, not every pack needed one. They protected the innocent or the weak, like orphaned pups or the elderly, who had no children to care for them. In his case, he took care of their token human.
He strolled through the corridor of the rehab center, his footsteps echoing in the quiet, and he waved at the nurses. One offered him an inviting smile. Something he would have pursued a few weeks ago. However, his interest in humans had waned. Too fragile for a shifter.