Erin Nicolle
Welcome to the world of Erin Nicolle, alternate pen name for Erin Nicholas!
While Erin Nicholas is known for her blue-collar book boyfriends and big, boisterous found families in small towns, Erin Nicolle writes rich and royal rogues. But they both love a dirty talking cinnamon roll, a damn grump who is reluctantly wrapped around a feisty little finger, and a gruff, protective guy who falls first and hard.
Royals Gone Rogue
Three rogue princes and a king who made a vow that will be fulfilled--no matter how determined his grandsons are to resist the one thing that's even more inevitable than their legacy...love.
Reluctantly Royal, book one
A marriage proposal from a deliciously handsome and wickedly charming prince sounds like a fairytale.
But for a nerdy scientist with severe social anxiety, it's a horror story.
Prince Torin O'Grady, with his mischievous blue eyes and cocky grin, is always in the spotlight. And he needs to marry me to inherit the crown.
But we have nothing in common. He's a future king. And I'm perfectly happy slogging through mud in my work boots.
So why can't I stop thinking about him?
Maybe because he won't stop texting me. And sending me gifts. And making me feel like everything I find awkward and weird about myself is special and amazing.
And there's also that little detail of him offering me my dream job and telling me that together we can change the world.
Well, I could probably work for him.
And if I have to marry him temporarily to get what we both want, then fine. It's for the greater good.
It has nothing to do with the way he kisses me. Or that dirty mouth. Or the royal treatment he gives me in the bedroom.
Fine. Maybe it does. Still, it's only a year. Then I can turn in my tiara and come back to my normal, boring, behind-the-scenes life.
But Torin is determined to turn me from reluctantly royal to royally his.
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Reluctantly Rogue, book two
The gorgeous, brilliant woman I have dirty dreams about every damned night?
She's my best friend's fiancée.
She's supposed to be queen someday.
She's off-limits.
But I can't walk away.
I'm supposed to protect her.
Maybe even be her friend.
I should not be lusting after her.
And I absolutely cannot fall in love with her.
But I can’t forget that one spontaneous, stolen kiss. I can’t stop taking care of her. I can’t stop wanting her secrets. I can’t get over her smiles, her laughter, her happiness. I can’t get over ????????????.
So, while my head knows she can’t be mine, my heart doesn't care.
And if it comes down to choosing between her or… ????????????????????????????????????????…I won’t have to think twice.