Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow returns with a fierce and hilarious office romance where two sworn enemies make undeniable lovers. 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 screaming funny romance where two office enemies fake love until they're all out of make-believe. 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.

An Enemies to Lovers Romance Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow returns with a hysterical office romance where the grumpiest boss claims the good girl and loses his scorched heart. 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.