When a pyrotechnic engineer discovers her biological father is an international criminal, she must work with a sexy CIA agent to take him down in this thrilling adventure rom-com. Andee Paxton knows she’s good at her job as a fireworks designer. What she doesn’t know is that her biological father is Holt, a dangerous arms dealer who has escaped prison. And now he’s searching for his long-lost daughter-dearest. After the CIA surprises her with this news, they drop another bombshell: they want to use Andee as bait to capture Holt once and for all. But before the CIA can even attempt to spring their trap, she’s kidnapped along with the very hot Officer Adam Chan—all because they were too busy flirting to worry about silly things like “safety protocol.” A fake relationship—for their protection, of course—and just a few explosions bring Andee and Chan closer, but there’s more than their growing connection at stake. If Holt’s plan succeeds, the world will be brought to its knees. Andee and Chan must rely on each other to stop him…or else everything (including their feelings for each other) might just blow up in their faces. "A sky full of sparks erupt between pyrotechnics engineer Andee and CIA agent Chan in this fun and fast-paced thrill ride. Pick this one up when you want a dose of adventure in your beach read. Smart and addictive!”— Laura Taylor Namey, New York Times bestselling author of A Cuban Girl’s Guide To Tea and Tomorrow “Full of heart-pounding suspense and swoon-worthy romance – Mr. Nice Spy has it all! Thrilling action, exciting twists, compelling characters, and sexual tension galore combine to create a can’t-put-it-down quality that kept me reading late into the night. A suspenseful, romantic must-read!” —Bradeigh Godfrey, author of The Followers “Explosively fun! Mr. Nice Spy has everything I want in an action rom-com: swift pacing, high stakes, and a hot guy. The chemistry will blow you away.” —Carlie Walker, author of The Takedown “Tiana Smith is back with an explosive spy rom-com that had me on the edge of my seat! Full of heart, humor, and fireworks, Smith delivers on a nice spy getting the girl.”— Danica Nava, author of The Truth According to Ember "A fun, action-packed ride that grabs you from the first page and doesn't let go!"— Christina Hillsberg, Ex-CIA Spy and author of Agents of Change: The Women who Transformed the CIA " Mr. Nice Spy delivers a sizzling romance and a sinister plot that will keep readers turning the pages well into the night." — Traci Hunter Abramson, former CIA and award-winning author of Hometown Vendetta "Smith does a masterful job of mixing high-stakes action with rom-com tropes and witty banter, leading readers on a superb thrill ride with plot twists aplenty. With heaps of derring-do and explosive chemistry between the leads, this is an incredibly satisfying treat."— Publishers Weekly (starred review)   "This second book in Smith’s “My Spy” series has it all: romance, intrigue, mistaken identity, and a race against time." — Library Journal "A witty rom-com...Andee and Chan have great chemistry."— Booklist "Sparks fly and guns blaze in Smith's latest."— Kirkus Reviews Tiana Smith is a web designer turned novelist who grew up in the Rocky Mountains. She graduated from Westminster University with double degrees in Honors and English with a focus in creative writing. In her spare time she’s learning sign language with her hard of hearing husband and she volunteers with special needs individuals attending the bi-weekly activities for Utah County’s SNAP program. Chapter One I've always had a knack for blowing stuff up. My friends' phones. My temper. My love life. But where I really excel is explosive pyrotechnics of a physical nature. On an epic scale. When things start looking dim, that's when I like to light up the darkness with things that go boom. I double-checked my calculations, then triple-checked them just because I didn't feel like losing any fingers today. When I was completely sure I'd mixed the right quantities of sulfur, potassium nitrate, and the other combustible chemicals to the shells I'd been putting together in secret for the past month, I put on my protective gear. Of course, I'd started planning this all at the paper stage. Then the computer. Now it was finally time to see whether all my planning amounted to anything. Whether it'd be the stuff dreams were made of . . . or whether it'd quite literally blow up in my face. By the time I'd finished putting on my conductive shoes to limit sparks, I couldn't remember why I'd thought any of this was a good idea. I could lose my job because of this. My shirt chafed at my neck, and I wasn't sure whether my knees could support my weight. Sure, I liked the idea of being a rebel. Until the time came to light the fuse. If I were in a heist movie, I'd be the crew member who planned the whole thing but stayed behind the curtain, eager for the bad guys to get wh