Two old high school best friends-turned-enemies find themselves in a rivalry for a homeowner's association presidency in this swoony and steamy small-town, enemies-to-lovers romance, perfect for fans of Talia Hibbert and Lyssa Kay Adams.

'A hilariously fun rollercoaster of laughs and passion! Collins and Nathaniel have explosive chemistry and take suburban warfare to outrageously fun heights! Next-Door Nemesis is hate to love at its finest' SARAH ADAMS

'Smart and sexy, Martin's Next Door Nemesis is a fun romantic romp about second chances, embracing the unexpected, and the beautiful things that can come from failure. A glorious read!' ASHLEY HERRING BLAKE

'I've never had so much fun with a homeowner's association. Collins and Nate set those white picket fences on fire with their electric chemistry. Smoking hot and delightfully sharp, this book is one to add to your shelves' B.K. BORISON

'Alexa Martin is a powerhouse!' ROSIE DANAN

'Martin shines in this enchanting tale . . . the result is utterly entertaining' PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
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After years of hustling, Collins Carter has finally made it...back to her parents' house. Between tending to the compost with her newly retired dad and running into her high school nemesis at the only decent coffee shop in town, Collins realizes this subdivision from hell she swore she'd never return to is her rock bottom.

Then the homeowner's association complaint arrived.

Nathaniel Adams always dreamed of a nice, quiet life in his suburban hometown. Or at least that's what he thought until Collins moved back and sent his quaint, organized life into a tailspin. He thought Collins was infuriating ten years ago, but when she announces she's running against him for HOA president, all bets are off.

From secret board meetings to vicious smear campaigns whispered over backyard fences, Collins and Nate sink to levels their sleepy suburb has never seen before. But as hate turns into lust, these two enemies are forced to reckon with the feelings they've ignored for years. If only there were bylaws for real life.