Brooke Bolton

Who says the nanny can’t sleep with the boss… Getting fired from my teaching job out of nowhere was the last thing I expected. I have no choice but to accept a nanny job for estate billionaire, Sebastian Vaughn. The man doesn’t take no for an answer. Now that I’m his daughter’s nanny, landing in his bed is out of the question. But it’s hard to ignore the magnetic tension when he’s around watching me. His stares are so intense, my pulse races each time his eyes meet mine. No matter how hard he tries, he loses the battle to keep his hands off me. I’m letting my guard down and beginning to think we could be a family. Until his secret ruins my life. I should’ve known better than to trust this arrogant prick. Too late now, I’m already pregnant...

Sorry I missed your call, I was too busy nailing my billionaire boss. Patrick bad boy Boseman is the corporate bosshole I love to hate. As head of marketing, I’m offered the career opportunity of a lifetime. All I have to do is move to New York and work with the devil himself. It shouldn't be too hard given that his body was sculpted by God himself. Until one little slip in the elevator and now the world thinks I’m sleeping my way to the top. The solution is simple. Pretend we’re engaged. One pretty dress and fancy dinner later and we’re sharing a nightcap in his penthouse. And one look from those intense blue eyes and I tripped and fell into his bed. My reputation is being dragged through the mud. And I’m playing a dangerous game with my heart. With my time in New York coming to an end, how do I leave with the two pink lines in my hand?

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