The Worst Best Friend
Nicole Snow
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Bestselling author Nicole Snow returns with a hilariously uplifting standalone romance where two jaded friends next door bring their lost hearts home.
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 pigâand 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? Massive. Can we even use words without risking an all out kissing war? Well . . . Am I in trouble with my worst best friend again? Definitely.
Contains mature themes.
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 pigâand 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? Massive. Can we even use words without risking an all out kissing war? Well . . . Am I in trouble with my worst best friend again? Definitely.
Contains mature themes.
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