It wasn't just enough that I fell in love with the grumpy alpha bosshole everyone called the Warden. Nicole Snow never fails to hit it out of the park, but this story of Paige and the "Warden," well, this is what romance is all about. 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. What's one little white wedding lie with a bossy grump built like a god?įull-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. Then 's just 90 days, and mama needs a windfall. Nix the blushing when everyone gushes over what a “perfect couple” we'd be.
King Snarlypants has a peanut-sized heart and a chip on his shoulder bigger than a redwood. Guess who needs an image makeover to shore up the family business. Then tragedy strikes, upending his limitless ego. I vowed I'd prove him wrong - and sabotage a metric ton of his coffee. He swore I wasn't fit for Brandt Ideas, chewed me up, and spat me back out. Who knew he was my boss when he crashed my worst date ever? I must be short of a full bushel rejecting Chicago's finest billionaire. Of course, this fortune comes with a ginormous snag - Ward Brandt.
You know that awkward moment when your lava-hot boss says “marry me”? Anti-Perfect in exile.Wall Street Journal best-selling author Nicole Snow returns with a screaming, funny romance where two office enemies fake love until they're all out of make-believe. Now guess how much barbed wire I've got to keep Mr. And just when Nick Brandt can't cut my life into tinier confetti, the unthinkable does. I invite disasters fated to rip my heart out. I kiss my incurable, broken, off-limits boss - and God help me, I like it.
When he needs a “date” at this rich-people charity dance, I crack. The longer I'm stuck with Satan in endless Chicago traffic, the faster he wears me down. Why is it always the terrible ones who make a girl tingle?
A master at making me question all of my life decisions. A heart-thief sculpted like a fallen angel. Then he “apologized” with the grace of a drunken moose.Ī perfect grump with a brutal reputation. He spent the first month mistaking me for a dude. Nicholas Brandt was put on Earth to drive me insane. Signing on as a company driver for Brandt Ideas felt like a dream.
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