The Sweetest Obsession
Falling for the best thing that never happened brings sweet mayhem in this steamy, gripping, and heartfelt small-town grumpy-sunshine standalone romance by Wall Street Journal bestseller Nicole Snow.My brother’s best friend owned my heart until the day he drenched it in kerosene and burned it down.Grant flipping Faircross is so not the reason I’m coming home.I don’t care if he’s gotten bigger, meaner, and grumpy enough to flash freeze the sun.So what if he’s up in my business the second I arrive?I’m smarter now.I’m only back in Redhaven for my sick mother and to talk some sense into my sister before she marries a toad.Grant ran me off once and I’m not running back.I can handle the drama, the messy secrets, and an unexpected stalker just fine.…or maybe not so fine.When Prince Anti-Charming charges in to protect me, it’s kinda hard to say no.When I find out he’s a single dad with a heart bigger than a prune, it gets harder.And when his lips storm mine with a growl that says “stay,” oh God.Are we really doing this again?Especially when an old tragedy resurfaces with hard truths, stinging tears, and one brutal question.Will our sweetest obsession finally deliver us or destroy us forever?
The perfect blend of small-town romance, furious spice, and jaw-dropping thrills that will keep you guessing. Batten down your heart as a stone-hearted giant wakes up and fights to keep the girl who got away—if she’ll ever admit she wants to be chased.
All of me freezes as I meet his eyes, stare at him, stare into Grant, into that quiet solemness and raging gruffness that hides a heart so true.
He never stopped.
He really never stopped looking for my brother all this time.
He still thinks there’s a chance he’s alive, even if deep down, that seems completely ludicrous. The hope was starved out of me without anyone finding a single clue.
“You… you asshole,” I strangle out. My mouth moves automatically. I don’t know what I’m saying, why I’m saying it, or why my eyes are welling up and I just can’t take anymore. “You overly loyal giant donkey. You… you…”
There’s a moment.
A crack in reality when those hard eyes soften.
All those years I spent when we were young, wishing he’d show some emotion.
Something plain and simple and honest.
Something easy, without having to turn myself into a human Grant decoder to understand his growls and loud silences.
Now, he finally gives me what I’m aching for with real concern flashing across his face, the way he leans into me, staring down like he’s afraid he’s broken me somehow.
“Ophelia, fuck,” he says softly. “I won’t see you hurt.”
No, but he will see me speechless tonight.
If I ever speak again, I’ll tell him how wonderfully dumb he’s being.
But right now, he’s just a giant blur past the tears.
Scalding, stupid, overwhelmed tears I don’t want to cry, but I just can’t take another bee sting to the heart.
I can’t take more confusion, more things to fear.
Holy hell, I don’t want to think about it anymore.
Because if I’m thinking, that means I won’t do what I’m doing right now.
I won’t be laying my fingers on Grant’s face, my fingers weaving through the thick, grey-shot bristle of his bearish brown beard.
Pulling him closer, even as his eyes widen.
I definitely won’t be kissing him.
I don’t know what comes over me.
It’s too instant, too impulsive, too reckless.
Too impossible to be denied.
And now that I’ve started I can’t stop, and I can taste years of pent-up emotion in the salt between our lips as I crush my mouth to his and beg.
Don’t hurt me right now, Grant. I can’t stand another ounce of pain and disappointment.
Give me the fire in that growl, the nip of your teeth, the sweet, sweet rush that makes me tingle.
I’m actually shaking for my longest obsession.
No surprise, the man is a human earthquake when his lips attack mine.
Or maybe it’s just the vibration, the shock and awe steaming out of him, tangled up in this sudden hunger I can feel.
Grant goes still for just a second.
The shock radiates through both of us in hot waves so intense they leave me dizzy.
I brace, wait for it, fully expecting the imminent stab of hurt where he sternly pushes me away and reminds me I’ll always be the kid sister.
Nothing but Butterfly.
Not anyone he could ever see as romantic or sexy or remotely desirable.
…only he doesn’t.
Instead, he wraps his huge arm tight around my waist, possessively jerking me forward, almost off the chair.
My stomach leaps and twists.
Instead of tearing his mouth off mine, he goes all in.
Nicole Snow is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author. She found her love of writing by hashing out love scenes on lunch breaks and plotting her great escape from boardrooms. Her work roared onto the indie romance scene in 2014 with her Grizzlies MC series.
Since then Snow aims for the very best in growly, heart-of-gold alpha heroes, unbelievable suspense, and swoon storms aplenty. With over a million books sold, she lives for the joy of making two people fight with every bit of their soul for a Happily Ever After.
Current fan favorites include her Enguard Protectors series, accidental love novels, plus long beloved MC romance thrillers like the Grizzlies and Deadly Pistols.
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