One Bossy Proposal by Nicole Snow
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- Stars
- ★★★★½
- Heat
- Molten
- Genre
- Contemporary
- Series
- Standalone
Recommendation
I’m not sure who I consider the alpha in this book, Lincoln or Dakota! Both went toe to toe with their quick wit and fiery banter. From their first encounter, you just know these two are going to EXPLODE once they cross that line of boss and employee. They each come from traumatic pasts and they are triggered throughout the story but, in the end, they each just needed someone who understood them. There’s definitely layers of angst and humor which mix perfectly into the sexy buildup that is just waiting to implode. I read this story in just a few hours because once the tension began to ignite between them, I needed to get to the heat! 🔥
Excerpts
I can’t help the way my eyes wander to those fingers. For a man who spends so much time in the office, his hands look rough. Worn. They’re the kind of hands that could do appalling things to me in my darkest dreams. The ones I’m totally not having where my boss grabs me, shoves me against the nearest wall, and shoves his hands between my—
A terrible part of me wants that dress up higher, though. A nastier part wants to shear it right off her, all the better to get my hot, tingling hands on her skin. Would she still give me that mouth if these fingers put her in her place? Would we finally understand each other if we fucked out this suffocating tension at a debased, animal level?
My cock throbs as I lean back in my seat, caught in a vision of those pert, strawberry lips sucking my thumb. Even now, after the crap that went down, I’d still like to stroke that delicate skin where her neckline keeps falling. I’d like to satisfy this weird fuck-fantasy we both share and run my hands over her tits, up her dress. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to grab her panties—black lace or dotted with ravens, no doubt—and tear them off her so I can feel what she really thinks of me.
Publisher synopsis
Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow returns with a hilarious office romance where two archenemies who drive each other crazy pretend they're madly in love.
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.
Review published April 9, 2022