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Il se fait passer pour son fiancé… et c'est le début des problèmes.Ce n'était vraiment pas une bonne idée de la part de Brent de se faire passer pour le fiancé d'Izzie, la prof de dessin adorée de sa fille. Bon, sur le moment, c'était une bonne manière de la sortir du pétrin dans lequel elle s'était fourrée, mais maintenant c'est dans ses pattes qu'elle est fourrée.
Oh, avoir Lizzie dans les pattes, c'est loin d'être désagréable : elle est mignonne, sexy, intelligente, bref, Brent passerait volontiers plus de temps avec elle, surtout sous les draps. Elle occupe ses rêves et met sa libido dans la zone de danger.
Mais entre les problèmes que cela pose dans l'école où elle enseigne, sa fille qui la considère de plus en plus comme sa meilleure et unique amie, la famille d'Izzie qui met son nez partout et les malfaiteurs qui ont repéré la jeune femme et le menacent maintenant à travers elle, Brent ne lui a pas rendu service et il la met carrément en danger.
Seulement voilà, parfois les mots vont plus vite que vos pensées à exprimer ce que vous désirez vraiment : mettre cette jolie fille dans vos bras et dans votre lit. Et malgré quelques obstacles, elle n'a pas l'air contre cette idée. Reste à savoir lequel des deux succombera le premier à la tentation.
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.
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.
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.
My biological clock just exploded.
Eighteen months. That's how long I have to make a baby happen before it becomes one more broken dream.
Fate has a sick sense of humor, though. Its name is Hayden Shaw.
Yes, the Hayden Shaw. Billionaire developer, scandalously gorgeous, his hard-headed ego only eclipsed by his enormous...reputation.
The man who has everything except one missing piece.
He needs a bride to fool the world. I need a baby. Hello, first class donor material.
It's simple business. Strictly professional. A no nonsense, pretend-my-panties-aren't-melting trade.
Love isn't in the fine print. No, I don't care how many times I have to stop swooning when I'm in his arms, locked in his kiss, smiling like we're meant to be for the cameras.
Simple, I said, remember? Yeah. Who the hell am I kidding?
My new wife is completely insane. The spitfire who just agreed to play pretend thinks we're doing this baby thing in a lab, without ending up between the sheets.
Too bad I see right through it whenever she says her favorite line. Strictly professional? Please.
Too bad I taste how bad she wants it when we're giving the press something to talk about, lips tangled together like there's no tomorrow.
Too damned bad she's perfection itself, and 'professional' went out the window the second she stormed into my life.
She's also my last chance at stopping a scheme to steal the family fortune, turning my riches to rags.
But I'm Hayden Shaw. I'm in control. I don't back down. Ms. Naughty and Nice will never, ever know how bad I'm twisted up in our chase.
This isn't Cinderella, and I'm no Prince. Soon, I'll show Penny this isn't all make believe. Consummating this marriage is about to get very real...
Break out the ice! This is a standalone romance novel with baby fever so electrifying it takes a possessive billionaire to cure it. No cliffhanger. High heat, sugary sweet, and Happily Ever Afters ahead!
He never bothered with hello.
The shrieking hot stranger had me dizzy the instant he said we're engaged.
Then he chased off the bully on our heels and dragged me back to his place for the night.
Pure insanity, right?
You don't let pride do the talking when you're homeless, on the run, and hauling around your sick father in a truck so old it must've been on Noah's Ark.
You definitely don't complain when Ridge Barnet takes charge.
(In)famous heartthrob. Stinking rich. Fed up owner of one angry rooster. Eyes set to permanent storm.
Of course, it doesn't end there.
My unexpected Romeo doubles down on this ridiculous “fake fiancée” rescue scheme.
One blazing kiss shatters worlds.
I'm swept up in a small-town fairy tale, wishing I hadn't lost my faith in wishes years ago.
He's saving my life. Hero and done. Nothing more.
Prince Charmings don't really marry pumpkin farmers from Wisconsin.
Give me strength.
Tell me his gaze doesn't scream obsession.
Save me from his oh-so-believable growls.
Help me believe our little arrangement never, ever ends in “I do.”
Full-length romance novel with a Happily Ever After sure to blow some socks off. Two shattered hearts from opposite worlds find their forever. A damaged heartthrob takes control, lays claim, and protects his sassy stray.
Just friends? Is a peach pie to the face “just” a little mishap?
I know what I felt the day Quinn Faulkner saved me from death by dessert.
My best friend was always The One. The Impossible.
Older. Flawless. Brutally gorgeous. A small-town prince of summer crushes.
Leagues above a tag-along dance nerd like me.
Years later, my uncle needs a goat wrangler. I just need an escape.
What better way to flee a cheating ex and dumpster fire career?
What better way to collide with the boy who got away?
And now he's an atrociously hot, mysterious, overprotective beast.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
I'm grown up now.
Unmoved by his slayer charms and heart-stompy memories.
I can't stay to unravel his darkness—or savor his vows to protect me.
We're safely platonic.
Until the Ferris wheel incident.
Then we're alone with a tension so thick you can chew it.
Quinn kisses me like no tomorrow. Truly. Madly. All in.
I wanted to piece my life back together.
Will shattering the best friend zone leave us whole or heartbroken?
Full-length romance thriller with a Happily Ever After made of laughter, tears, and smiles. Two friends meant to be fall so hard it hurts with a little help from a scheming granny, a tribe of goats, and one big dog.
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.
Gorgeous devil. Hate-worthy. Instant enemy.
What's a girl to do when the man she can't stand plays hero?
It's fitting that his name's a four-letter word.
Holt Silverton had me spoiling for a fight the second we met.
He actually thought I'd sell my ranch—to him—in what universe?
Oh, I know his reputation. It's mud here in little old Heart's Edge.
He can spare me his pretty words and Hercules good looks.
I'd rather chew nails than get roped up in anything with him.
I ain't giving up my home, my inheritance, or my horses.
Not even if I desperately need the cash when trouble comes calling.
But there are two things I didn't count on.
Holt's as stubborn as a bull.
He's also hiding a rough and tumble country boy behind that big city suit.
Everything flips upside down the day he says he'll help save my land.
I can't let anybody uncover the secret on my property.
Not even gorgeous stallions turning I-hate-you into what-are-we-doing.
The way Holt kisses proves he's no white knight.
Do I dare let a dark knight in?
A rogue of a man plays for keeps when he collides with a determined small-town firecracker. A bantery enemies-to-lovers thriller. Full-length standalone romance novel with all the Hell Yeah Happily Ever Afters.
It's all sunshine and butterflies until your brother's best friend dropkicks your heart.
I knew I had it coming with Weston McKnight.
The Adonis next door. The fever crush. The always protector.
The man who walked away after pulverizing my soul.
Seven years ago, he left our little town with a promise he couldn't keep.
I waited. I worried. I suffered.
I stopped chasing dreams built on that boy's mile-wide shoulders.
Then I found the pig—and sweet chaos found me.
I had to rescue that poor squealing baby before he was roadkill.
I didn't know he belonged to Captain McGrumpy.
I never guessed I'd collide with a scowling, moody, scary-hot West again.
Same man. New secrets. Oh, but that all too familiar tension...
We're stuck as frenemy neighbors for the next two months.
Facing a dilemma with bittersweet memories and flaming glances.
What's the harm in seeking a little closure?
Can we even use words without risking an all out kissing war?
Am I in trouble with my worst best friend again?
Full-length romance thriller with a sticky sweet Happily Ever After forged from friends-to-lovers madness. Witness one broken man's redemption quest to claim the girl he shouldn't with so many small-town hijinks, countless dad jokes, and a little help from a bad-tempered pig.
He was just a hookup.
I wasn't supposed to see him again.
He wasn't supposed to be my boss. Or dad's new business partner.
We weren't supposed to keep doing this, night after sheet-clenching, heart-pounding, lip-biting night.
Look, I'm not stupid. Grant Shaw doesn't settle his gorgeous, cocky, billionaire self down with anyone. Especially not with me, the intern who could cost him everything.
But I haven't told him the big secret yet - or should I say the little one?
What happens when he realizes it's so much more serious than business casual?
Until her, I never broke my cardinal rule: one and done.
I was the man who left them aching for more. I was Wall Street incarnate, too busy to wife up any woman. I was in control.
Now? I've met obsession, and its name is Bekah.
Obviously, she's wrong for me. Don't make me list all one hundred reasons why.
Obviously, I'm stark raving nuts if I'm risking the power and fortune I've made my soul to chase a woman almost half my age.
Obviously, I'll destroy everything if I march her into my office this very second, push her against my desk, and do the unspeakable. Ideally, ten more times.
Obviously, I don't give a damn.
I need more. I can't let her turn to ice when we used to be fire.
I'll have my way like always. Even if the price is torching every single rule in my book that says she's off-limits...
It's complicated? Only a lot! This standalone romance brings the heat to ten. Over-the-top alpha male, zero cliffhangers, and hell yeah Happily Ever After!