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Product: No Good Doctor (Heroes of Heart's Edge Book 2)
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Dashing. Jacked. Bad tempered. My new boss, everybody.
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.

Product: My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend (Billionaire Collection Book 2)
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Mabel “Maybe” Willis died a virgin at the very young age of twenty-four.
She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime.
Cause of death: a text message.

Okay. So, I didn’t die.
But I may as well have.

One minute, I’m a woman trying to find her way in the world, and the next, I’m the sender of six of the most embarrassing text messages that have ever been sent in the history of time—or the cell phone. Whatever.

We’re talking code red, send a flipping mayday, the apocalypse is coming kind of texts.

And I didn’t just send them to some random person I’ll never see again.
No. That would be too easy.

I sent them to Milo Ives.

The man who played a starring role in all of my teenage fantasies—and my brother’s lifelong best friend.
And, boy oh boy, has he grown up.
He’s hard-bodied, blue-eyed, jawline-of-stone handsome, crazy successful, and has more money in his bank account than my brain can fathom.

Deflower me, please? I said.

Yeah. Send help.