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Il se fait passer pour son fiancé… et c'est le début des problèmes.
Quel baiser incroyable ! Celui d'un inconnu venu à ma rescousse pour me sauver des griffes d'un lourdaud.Avec son look de biker, Brent a tout du bad boy... à un détail près, il est le super papa de mon élève préférée.
Nous aurions pu en rester là et ranger ce souvenir torride dans la catégorie "moments embarrassants de la vie de Izzy", mais c'était sans compter le penchant de ma cousine pour les ragots juteux.
Toute ma famille me pense désormais fiancée au beau Brent et nous voilà embarqués dans un mensonge plus vrai que nature.
Mais mon faux fiancé est-il le héros que j'attendais depuis tout ce temps ou est-il plutôt la victime d'un passé sulfureux et secret ?
Dans cette histoire aussi passionnelle qu'ambigüe, qui sera réellement le sauveur de l'autre ?
Strange men do funny things when you score the last cinnamon roll.
Sometimes he rages about the high crime of jacking his precious pastry.
Sometimes he offers you ludicrous bribes to buy it back.
And sometimes—after shattering your faith in humanity—you find out he's your new boss.
I'm not laughing.
My sweet tooth betrayed me and Lincoln Burns is one bad sugar rush.
A coldhearted grump. A mile-wide ego. An eligible bachelor who doesn't “do” dating.
Did I mention Mr. Congeniality runs a fashion empire with weddings in its sights?
Of course he does.
And, of course, weddings make me gag after my ex made my heart roadkill.
Every instinct I have screams run.
But money talks, and Lincoln's deep pockets roar.
One big fat bonus proposal lures me into his world.
Somehow, our vicious fights become vivid flirting.
His secrets thrill me in the worst ways.
Then he makes a second proposal.
Pretend we're engaged. Smile for pretty photos like we're soulmates. Dress up like we're actually getting married.
Oh, how I wish cinnamon rolls came with warnings.
It's all sticky sweet heaven until you catch feelings for the bossman from hell...
Full-length enemies-to-lovers romance loaded with uh-ohs. Office banter, pastry mischief, slow-burn spice, plus one bossy suit who might stop stomping around long enough to realize he's falling hopelessly in love.
Never sweat the small stuff, they say.
How about when you wake up with a giant stranger showering in your hotel room?
There's nothing tiny about Brock Winthrope.
He even roars like a lion when he sees me. I scream back. And after narrowly avoiding a murder scene, we've got trouble.
He says he'll fix our reservation blunder since he's the manager (he's not).
He thinks I'll smack his resort with the rotten egg review from hell (I might).
I've never seen a man so grumpy groveling his heart out to wow me (it's working).
Oh, but it gets better.
Brock whisks me away on an amazing “date” and things get heated.
I'm still dreaming about obnoxiously hot kisses under the stars months later when fate strikes.
I wasn't supposed to see him again.
Not at this dumpster fire marketing job I desperately need.
Not when I crash into him—literally.
Definitely not when I find out he's the crankyface billionaire CEO signing my checks.
Cue the freaking out.
The stormy glares.
The tension thicker than quicksand.
The hopeless promises to “just do my job” without choking on Mr. Grumpmuffin's attitude.
What's worse than one messy date with your radioactive boss?
One more.
Expect enemies-to-lovers fireworks! Delightful banter, slow-burn sweetness, plus one office beast who finally learns how to smile for the lady who ignites his world.
My “interview” with bosshole supreme was anything but normal.
He picked the worst day ever to chase me off my favorite park bench.
I retaliated with a spray of cinnamon latte all over his Italian shoes.
Then—for some unholy reason—Magnus Heron offered me a job.
Even his name sounds like a piece of work.
Guess what? He is.
But when you're single, broke, and barely surviving in Chicago, you hop on the gift horse offering a six-figure salary and ride.
I picked the stallion on a one-way trip to hell.
It's not the impossibly long hours working under Grump-zilla.
It's not the fact that he's snarly, demanding, horribly rich, and chiseled.
It's not even the pesky way he makes me blush every flipping time we're together.
Mag is my boss. I'm his lowly assistant. Some rules are carved in stone.
That's my mantra until we're sharing a sunset too beautiful for life.
Alone with wandering lips, whispered secrets, and disaster in the making.
The plan was simple: punch the clock, get paid, and keep hating my boss.
What's the blueprint when the office grump brings me to my knees?
Full-length enemies-to-lovers romance with the banter, intrigue, and slow-burn love worthy of a Happily Ever After. The bossman from Hades meets the hellion he totally can't stand—until he can't live without her.
It was one little dare with razor-sharp teeth—work for him.
Yes, he's a fire-breathing grump and gazillionaire bachelor.
Yes, I just gave him an ego check he'll never forget.
Yes, he's still offering me the job dreams are made of.
But Cole Lancaster is the stuff of bossy nightmares.
Too handsome for real life. Big Coffee kingpin. Guarded papa bear.
His precious daughter is the only reason he ever stops grumping for five seconds.
I'm sure I can deal with his scowls and cutting glances for one huge payday.
Only, sometimes your best assumptions are dead wrong.
Like the business trip to paradise that shows me a different Cole.
A man with a beating heart and a billion-dollar smile.
A master of soul-stealing kisses.
A mess of secrets that leave me reeling.
I wish my taste in men didn't match my coffee.
Strong, steamy, and unspeakably complicated.
When I took the job, I didn't know the risks.
What if one crazy dare means falling in love?
Full-length enemies-to-lovers office romance with slow-burn sizzle. Witness one commanding single dad become so enchanted with the hellion he can't stand that he'll do everything to keep her forever.
Grandma left me the life of my dreams with one ginormous catch.
Miles flipping Cromwell.
Workaholic king of grumps. Control freak. Older billionaire next door.
We didn't exactly hit it off when he showed up with an offer to buy my land and my hyperactive dogs yanked my robe open right in front of him.
I wish running him off my porch totally mortified was the worst part.
But re-opening Washington's cutest inn gets crazy expensive.
When Seattle's hottest crankyface bachelor comes knocking again, he has me cornered.
This time with a high-paid job offer I can't refuse.
I thought I was strong.
I thought I could force a smile, work, and laugh off his rude demands.
I thought I could ignore his obscenely good looks, his innuendo, his incendiary glares.
Never once did I think he'd ambush me on a date with another man and take my soul with one jealous kiss.
He's a walking contradiction.
Hating him is easy.
But falling recklessly in love with Miles and his heart-wrenching secrets?
Oh, God.
Will his final offer claim my heart or demolish me?
A breath-stealing enemies-to-lovers epic! Feel your heart soar when a scowling suit remembers how to be human again as he goes all-in for the woman who stands her ground and two adorable big dogs.
Our meet cute was one big sip of ugly.
He pushed my hell-no buttons, wearing an indestructible smirk.
I offended his warped morals in front of his starry-eyed minions.
Then I got my sweet reward for doing the right thing.
I found out I'd be calling Roland Osprey “boss.”
A filthy rich tabloid king. Emphasis on filthy.
A gorgeous villain who sold his soul—if he ever had one.
A tyrant who stole my sensitive, uplifting music magazine.
Welcome to my bait and switch.
Apparently, disasters come in threes.
His perfect vests that leave me delirious.
The way he stares at my lips—painted for torment with an arsenal of lipstick.
Our shared love for sad songs that makes me cry.
So does the big fat secret assignment he drops on my head.
I hate that he has a good cause.
I wish I could hate the wicked ways he makes me feel divine.
When my guard slips, I'm in free fall.
One all-consuming kiss in an alley seals our epic mistake.
How many times can one damaged grump make me sing the blues?
How do you ever fall out of love with the bad guy?
Full-length enemies-to-lovers romance doused in biting words and sizzling slow-burn tension. The worst boss ever finds his missing piece in the woman who loathes him—and an unlikely Happily Ever After worth all the lumps to the heart.
Une bague au doigt. Un beau gosse dans son lit. Mais aucun souvenir de cette nuit…
Lorsque Mindy se réveille à côté de l’étranger le plus canon du monde, elle sent immédiatement que quelque chose cloche. Le gros diamant qu’elle découvre à son doigt n’a rien pour la rassurer. Quant au certificat de mariage, il est la goutte d’eau qui fait déborder le vase. Son nouveau mari, Noah, un dur à cuire beau comme un Dieu grec, semble lui aussi dans le flou.
De ce mariage, ces deux inconnus n’ont que très peu de souvenirs. Auraient-ils été drogués ? Cette histoire rocambolesque aurait-elle un rapport avec l’enquête mystérieuse que mène Noah en marge du FBI pour retrouver Jess, sa cousine disparue après avoir flirté de trop près avec un boss de la mafia ?
Mindy, fraîchement arrivée à Reno pour se réinventer et fuir un ex minable, va très rapidement se retrouver embarquée auprès du sexy et taiseux Noah dans une aventure entre passion et peur du lendemain, entre paradis et enfer.
You know that awkward moment when your lava-hot boss says “marry me?”
Not for love. Not for real. Not without a mammoth payoff.
Of course, this fortune comes with a ginormous snag—Ward Brandt.
Call me bananas.
I must be short of a full bushel rejecting Chicago's finest billionaire.
Who knew he was my boss when he crashed my worst date ever?
Oh, but he found out.
He swore I wasn't fit for Brandt Ideas, chewed me up, and spat me back out.
I vowed I'd prove him wrong—and sabotage a metric ton of his coffee.
Then tragedy strikes, upending his limitless ego.
Guess who needs an image makeover to shore up the family business.
Big fat hell no.
King Snarlypants has a peanut-sized heart and a chip on his shoulder bigger than a redwood.
Find another sucker, Ward-hole.
Even if I agreed, my shields are up.
No magnetic kisses. Zero butterflies. Nix the blushing when everyone gushes over what a “perfect couple” we'd be.
Then again...it's just ninety days and mama needs a windfall.
What's one little white wedding lie with a bossy grump built like a god?
Full-length enemies-to-lovers romance loaded with banter, drama, and so much slow-burn heat you'll want that Happily Ever After shaken over ice. A storm cloud of a man stuffed into a suit strikes a deal with the girl whose smart mouth drives him to the ultimate madness called love.
Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow returns with a laugh-out-loud wild office romance where two total opposites fight to deny their perfect chemistry.
I've caught a raging case of bosshole.
Signing on as a company driver for Brandt Ideas felt like a dream.
Big-girl salary. Stellar benefits. Glorious people—minus one.
Nicholas Brandt was put on Earth to drive me insane.
Of course, he's my bossman.
He spent the first month mistaking me for a dude.
Then he “apologized” with the grace of a drunken moose.
A perfect grump with a brutal reputation.
A heart-thief sculpted like a fallen angel.
A master at making me question all of my life decisions.
Why is it always the terrible ones who make a girl tingle?
The longer I'm stuck with Satan in endless Chicago traffic, the faster he wears me down.
When he needs a “date” at this rich-people charity dance, I crack.
I say yes.
I kiss my incurable, broken, off-limits boss—and God help me, I like it.
I invite disasters fated to rip my heart out.
And just when Nick Brandt can't cut my life into tinier confetti, the unthinkable does.
Guess who wants to save me.
Now guess how much barbed wire I've got to keep Mr. Anti-Perfect in exile...
Full-length enemies-to-lovers romance overflowing with hilarious quips, teary-eyed twists, and slow-burn steam that sizzles off the pages. A magnificently bad-tempered boss pursues his spitfire driver in a knock down, claiming, need-you-to-live whirlwind to the Happily Ever After.
Now what's the cure for smitten?
Pinch me. I can't believe I'm working under him.
Dr. Gray Caldwell. Hottest, swooniest, stormiest bachelor ever.
Insanely tall. Unfair perfection. Intimidating abs and X-ray glares.
Doc puts the animal back in veterinarian.
My dream job should be all puppies and kittens.
Turns out, my new boss hates three things:
1. Small town drama. Baby, we've got tons.
2. Pets in distress – and he's their hero every time.
3. Anybody poking around his past. Like me. Oh, crud.
But how could I resist the best mystery in Heart's Edge?
I wish I had. Unraveling Gray is a dangerous game.
One wrong move could end our little town.
Plus this gorgeous, complicated grump plays for keeps.
I barely recognize the man he becomes vowing to protect me.
A beastly shield who sets every rule on fire.
Then one stolen, five alarm kiss sends my whole world spinning.
Hello, trouble. Farewell, sanity.
What if it's not the good doctor who claims me – but the bad one?
From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow – two hearts on the line and a whole town's fate. A badass vet slays his demons, saves pets, and makes the firefly he swore he'd never chase his. Full length romance novel with a Happily Ever After worth the purrs and wagging tails.
Now let's pretend he isn't driving me insane...
I'm on my last nerve.
And I'm supposed to marry him to save my skin.
Riker Woods might be God's hottest contradiction.
Perfectly damaged. Stubborn soul. Moth to flame gaze.
Single dad. Fierce protector. Kind...when he thinks no one's looking.
Then along came little old me.
The pesky fiancée he never wanted.
A hot mess in his neat, broody, oh-so-serious world.
Thanks, witness protection geniuses.
If only the men who want me dead were my biggest problem.
Nope, it's falling for Jekyll and Hyde.
We're too close. Too tense. Too inevitable.
We're finding new reasons to fake kiss before you can say uh-oh.
He's whispering reckless things that sound so right.
I'm helplessly addicted to playing house.
We're crossing lines like electric fences when it hits me.
Maybe pretending to be Riker's girl isn't the worst.
It's what happens next.
What if I dare to say that magic, fatal word - yours?
What if I want us to be real?
From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow - a tale of hot tempered opposites thrown together. Fate has no chill when alpha bodyguard meets the sheltered sweetness who makes his world complete. Full length romance novel with all the Happily Ever After butterflies!
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