The Ceo's Nanny Affair

The Ceo's Nanny Affair
Joss Wood

This will be an affair to remember…Drop-dead gorgeous billionaire Linc Ballantyne needs to make a decision after his ex abandons two children. His solution? Strike up a wary deal with her way-too-sexy sister. She’ll be the nanny and they’ll keep their hands to themselves. But their temporary truce soon becomes a temporary tryst!

Sexy single-dad billionaire meets temporary nanny...

When Tate Harper’s sister disappears, the globe-trotting TV host is suddenly the caregiver for her infant niece. She has to find her sister ASAP! Enter single father and sexy CEO Linc Ballantyne, her sister’s ex. He’s a family man to the core, and he’ll help Tate—if she agrees to be his temporary live-in nanny.

Soon she’s juggling a baby, a toddler and a growing attraction to the billionaire Ballantyne. But when it’s time to go back to her real life, will she pack her bags or stay and find out what being a family really means?

“I want you, Tate. Badly.”

Linc’s big hand covered her cheek and he placed his thumb in the center of her bottom lip.

“I want you, too,” Tate admitted. “It’s inconvenient and crazy and there are a thousand reasons why it’s a bad idea—”

But she didn’t have the strength or the willpower to walk away. This one time, she couldn’t resist temptation. But, because she had to, she could protect herself. So she did what she always did—she laid out the rules of engagement. That way, there couldn’t be any misunderstandings.

“This is a very temporary arrangement, Linc. We’re just two adults who are wickedly attracted to each other.” This couldn’t be anything more and he needed to know that. “This is temporary. So, no expectations, okay?”

“Understood,” Linc said.

The fist clenching her heart relaxed. She could do this, and she would be fine. She had to be—anything else wasn’t an option.

“So, to spell it out, I look after the kids and you…well, you do what you do. Do we have a deal?”

Linc smiled. “Yes, we have a deal.”

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The CEO’s Nanny Affair is part of Mills & Boon Desire’s No. 1 bestselling series, Billionaires and Babies: Powerful men… wrapped around their babies’ little fingers.

The CEO’s Nanny Affair

Joss Wood

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

JOSS WOOD loves books and traveling—especially to the wild places of southern Africa. She has the domestic skills of a potted plant and drinks far too much coffee.

Joss has written for Mills & Boon KISS, Mills & Boon Presents and, most recently, the Mills & Boon Desire line. After a career in business, she now writes full-time. Joss is a member of the Romance Writers of America and Romance Writers of South Africa.

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Tate Harper had eaten deep-fried crickets in Thailand and snacked on guinea pig in Peru. She’d been lost in a jungle in Costa Rica and danced the night away in a run-down cantina in a Rio favela. She’d been propositioned by both rich and poor men in every corner of the world. As the host of a travel program exploring different food cultures, she’d faced some unusual situations in her life.

But nothing gave her the heavyhearted feeling that a meeting with Kari did.

Tate pushed her fist into her sternum and gripped the handle of the door to the diner. It was a wintry Wednesday afternoon in early January, and she’d touched down at JFK just after six that morning. After already having spent the morning with the executive producers of the travel channel she worked for, discussing her options for hosting a new travel series, she was mentally and physically exhausted. She simply didn’t have the energy to deal with her older-in-years-but-still-a-child cousin.

Adopted sister. Whatever the hell Kari was.

Not for the first, or hundredth time, Tate wished that she and Kari were closer, that they were each other’s best friends, but, despite she and Kari sharing the same house since she was eight, they’d never really clicked.

That old familiar wave of resentment twisted Tate’s stomach into knots. She looked down the snow-dusted road and thought about walking away. She was tempted; her life was so much easier without Kari in it. She shook her head. She wasn’t tough enough to ignore Kari’s request to meet, and, while she knew she was risking being disappointed for the umpteenth time, a part of her still hoped that they could establish an emotional connection, be a family. Resigned, she pulled open the door to the diner and stepped into its warmth. She shrugged out of her coat, pulled the floppy burgundy felt hat from her head and looked around the diner for Kari. Because their mothers were identical twins, they looked more alike than most sisters did. They shared the same wavy light brown/dark blond hair and long, lean build, but the last time Tate had seen Kari, she’d dyed her hair platinum and was the proud owner of a new, bigger pair of boobs she’d conned someone—probably a boyfriend—into paying for. They also had the same generous mouths and high cheekbones, but Kari had the twins’ bright blue eyes while Tate inherited her grandfather’s cognac-colored eyes and straight nose.

Not seeing Kari, she caught the attention of a waitress rushing past. “Sorry, excuse me? I’m looking for someone who looks a lot like me. Her text said she was here, waiting for me, but I don’t see her.”