Does the single-dad billionaire want to pay me to take care of his daughter’s needs or to satisfy his own dark desires?
AMY LYNN BECK:
Saying that life has dealt me a lousy hand would be an understatement. I barely escaped an abusive ex-husband, only to end up starting over in a crappy apartment with a crappy job at a convenience store.
But now I’ve been dealt a good hand for once.
I’m to become the live-in nanny to the daughter of Jackson Ritter, the rich, hunky best-selling author who can make me blush with his eyes and melt at his touch.
But the way he looks at me tells me that he wants something more, something hot and steamy. Something… dirty.
I can’t sleep with him. I won’t. Otherwise my ex-husband’s right. I’m just a whore who f*cks her boss for money.
But I don’t know what to think when Jackson calls me his muse… and what do I do when my ex-husband threatens any chance I have at happiness?
My publisher is pressuring me for another best seller, but I haven’t written a word since my wife died in a car accident with her lover, my best friend. Being a single dad isn’t easy either.
I’ve got 2 weeks to hand in a full draft, otherwise I stand to lose everything. But I just can’t get past this writer’s block.
So hiring a nanny to look after my daughter is my last hope.
The minute I see her standing at my door, I know that I have to have her. She’s young, pretty, innocent, utterly delicious…
I want her in my bed… naked, willing, eager, begging for more…
But I’m not ready. What if I end up giving my heart to the girl who’s supposed to be here for my daughter but instead becomes my muse?