I'm a full-time single dad to three daughters and CFO at Cloverleigh Farms. I don't have time to fall in love-I'm too busy trying to run a business, keep the red socks out of the white laundry, and get the damn pillowcases on without owing a dollar to the swear jar.Sure, Frannie Sawyer is beautiful and sweet, but she's twenty-seven, the boss's daughter, and my new part-time nanny-which means she's completely off-limits. It's bad enough I can't stop fantasizing about her, what kind of jerk would I be if I acted on the impulse to kiss her?(Exactly the kind of jerk you're thinking.)Actually, I'm worse than that-because I didn't stop with a kiss, and now I can't stay away. She makes me feel like myself again. She reminds me what it's like to want something just for me. She's everything I ever needed, but nothing I ever imagined.I'm a former Marine. I should have had the strength to resist her from the start.But I didn't. And now I have to choose between the life I want and the life she deserves.Even if it means giving her up.

Samotny tata poszukuje niani, w której się nie zakocha. Dorywcza praca od zaraz. MackMcAllister doskonale zdaje sobie sprawę, że bycie samotnym ojcem wymaga ogromnego wysiłku. Kocha swoje trzy córki, nawet jeśli czasem chwilowo chciałby je gdzieś zamknąć, żeby się wyspać. Mężczyzna zajmuje stanowisko dyrektora finansowego motelu Cloverleigh Farms i nie ma czasu na randkowanie. Usilnie stara się też wyrzucić z myśli uroczą, zabawną córkę pracodawców. Frannie Sawyer jest jak promyk szczęścia. Pomaga Mackowi w opiece nad dziećmi z czułością i niesłabnącym entuzjazmem. Jeden jej uśmiech wystarcza, by mężczyzna stracił głowę. Mack uważa jednak, że dziesięcioletnia różnica wieku między nim a Frannie jest zbyt duża. Jest odpowiedzialnym ojcem i byłym żołnierzem, więc ma wystarczającą siłę woli, by oprzeć się pokusie. Prawda? Ta historia jest naprawdę SWEET. Sugerowany wiek: 16+

“I didn't mean to see him naked--it was an accident. It had to be, right? Because Noah McCormick and I have never been anything more than friends. In all the years I've known him, he's never once laid a finger on me. And even though he was a cute lifeguard at 16 and a hotter-than-hell sheriff's deputy at 34, he's always been that protective guy I could trust to keep his hands to himself. I never wanted to mess with that. Until I walked in on him getting out of the shower and saw his hard, muscular body totally bare and dripping wet. At that moment I never wanted to mess with anything so badly in my entire life. I should have covered my eyes. Said I was sorry. At the very least, I could have handed him a towel. After all, I was only in town for a few days, and he was just doing me a favor by escorting me to my sister's wedding. It wasn't a real date. But I didn't apologize. And he didn't cover up. (Talk about a hot mess.) After all those years of being just friends, suddenly we're insatiable. He's made it clear he's not interested in romance. Which is fine with me because I've got a plane ticket back to my real life at the end of the week. It's all in fun...or is it?”-- Back cover.

It was the perfect plan.I needed a wife--temporarily--in order to inherit the family business.And she needed a favor--the kind that takes nine months to deliver.We had it all worked out, from the no-touching policy on our wedding night (her rule) to the no-falling-in-love decree (mine). She'd marry me, I'd give her the means to have the baby she'd always wanted, and one year later we'd amicably part ways with no hassle, no demands, and certainly no regrets.After all, Bianca DeRossi and I are experts at infuriating one another--we've been doing it since we were kids. Trouble is, she grew up gorgeous and feisty, and she still knows exactly how to get under my skin.And that wedding night? Well, it doesn't exactly go down hands-free.Then she moves in with me, and I really start to lose my mind. From her sexy little pout to her wicked sense of humor to those meatball sandwiches she makes just because she knows they're my favorite . . . I find myself wanting to break every rule we put in place. Our story was never supposed to end with happily ever after. But call me crazy, I just might be in love with my wife.

One of Bustle's Most Anticipated Fall Releases Debut author Sarah Smith nails this fun and sexy rom-com where two office foes hammer out their differences to build a love that will last.... Emmie Echavarre is a professional faker. She has to be to survive as one of the few female employees at Nuts & Bolts, a power tool company staffed predominantly by gruff, burly men. From nine to five, Monday through Friday, she's tough as nails--the complete opposite of her easy-going real self. One thing she doesn't have to fake? Her disdain for coworker Tate Rasmussen. Tate has been hostile to her since the day they met. Emmie's friendly greetings and repeated attempts to get to know him failed to garner anything more than scowls and terse one-word answers. Too bad she can't stop staring at his Thor-like biceps... When Emmie and Tate are forced to work together on a charity construction project, things get...heated. Emmie's beginning to see that beneath Tate's chiseled exterior lies a soft heart, but it will take more than a few kind words to erase the past and convince her that what they have is real.

He was my first crush, my first kiss, my first everything. But I'm not a lovesick teenager anymore, and I'd never let that cocky troublemaker break my heart again. So when he shows up out of the blue asking me to have dinner with him "for old time's sake," I say I will. After all, it's been twelve years, and I'm stronger and smarter than I was back then. Except...he still does something to me. He's got those eyes that make me weak, those hands that drive me wild, and a body I can't resist-especially once I see the tattoos. It doesn't take long for our trip down memory lane to go from sweet to sizzling. We're just as good together as we were back then-better, even-and I'm willing to give the only man I've ever loved another chance. But he's got to tell me the truth. * * * All I wanted was to see her again. Tell her I'm sorry. Make her smile. Okay, that's a lie. I wanted to do more than that-a lot more. But I know she's better off without me, and I promised myself I'd behave. Except I've never been much good at keeping promises...or my hands to myself when I'm around her. I can make her laugh, I can make her cry, I can make her body surrender to mine in ways that neither of us could have imagined back then. I can-and I do-love her more than she'll ever know. But I can't tell her the real reason why I'm here. And I can't stay.