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About Nicole Snow
Nicole Snow is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author. She found her love of writing by hashing out love scenes on lunch breaks and plotting her great escape from boardrooms. Her work roared onto the indie romance scene in 2014 with her Grizzlies MC series.
Since then Snow aims for the very best in growly, heart-of-gold alpha heroes, unbelievable suspense, and swoon storms aplenty. With over a million books sold, she lives for the joy of making two people fight with every bit of their soul for a Happily Ever After.
Current fan favorites include her Enguard Protectors series, accidental love novels, plus long beloved MC romance thrillers like the Grizzlies and Deadly Pistols.
She adores reader feedback at firstname.lastname@example.org
Find out more about Nicole at nicolesnowbooks.com
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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 the drill. Big hands, big feet, humongous—
Yikes. We're not going there for the thousandth time.
I've got small-town problems aplenty and zero time for Paxton “Alaska” Charter.
Crushing on smokeshow men with caveman vibes can't end well.
Sure, he saved my little coffee shop from total ruin once.
Yes, my ovaries melt watching single dad of the century with his little boy.
Of course, I'd sleep like a baby if I let him work his former SEAL hero magic on my mess.
That's not why I'm freaking out.
Nobody told me how devastatingly kind Alaska can be.
Or the fact that his stubborn heart's even more guarded than mine.
If he comes barreling into my life, it's certain doom.
And it's all thrown to the wind the day his kiss claims me.
We have to say goodbye. Right now. Before it's too late.
He can't keep sheltering my body, stealing my heart, and igniting my soul.
I won't drag this gentle giant down my abyss of ugly secrets.
But Alaska has other plans—and they scare me.
Because they all involve impossible happily ever afters, no matter the cost.
Full-length small-town standalone romance heaven. The butterflies come in force when one large and in-charge single dad steps in to rescue the girl who abandoned all hope and forgot how to love.
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 “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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
He knew I was trouble the instant I showed up with a stolen Bengal tiger.
But Grady McKnight didn't flinch like a sane person—he took us in.
Bruce the tiger found shelter. I met a hero grump. And Grady got a hot mess.
Born-to-sizzle single dads and rogue zoologists don't play nice.
So freaking what if I said I'm his nanny?
We needed a story when his two sweet daughters barged in.
Hiding a contraband tiger isn't easy.
Neither is pretending he isn't sending my pulse to pitter-patter heaven.
Cupid, you sneaky little nugget.
There's only room for one hulking, growly, mesmerizing beast in my life.
I don't belong at warm family dinners, or in the fortress of his arms.
Saving Bruce is my mission—not falling in love.
This won't end well.
The longer I stay, the more he grins.
Walls come crashing down.
And my heart becomes willing prey for his carnivorous eyes.
I must resist Grady flipping McKnight.
Even if a scared, aching part of me knows I'm already his.
Even if I know he's the hero I need...
Full-length romance thriller with the growliest Happily Ever After. It's claws and effect when a wounded single dad saves a firestarter—along with her tiger, his girls, and his own beat-up heart.
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.