by Skylar Hill
Lily Adler has a big problem: just weeks after moving in with her boyfriend, she finds him in bed with another woman! She’s washed her hands of the cheating jerk, but now she’s hard up for a place to live.
Enter Wes Cartwright, the guy who’s subletting the loft Lily’s slimeball ex convinced her to lease out. Ever since Wes adopted his infant niece, Dawn, his life’s been complicated. The sexy architect is trying to be the best Daddy he can be, but he’s out of his element with diapers and bouncy swings.
When he finds out Lily spent three years working as an au pair, he sees an opportunity and offers her a deal: They can share the apartment in exchange for help with Dawn and a crash course in Daddy 101 for Wes. Lily’s between jobs, and the last thing she wants to do is apartment hunt, so she agrees.
As Lily weaves herself into Wes and Dawn’s lives, he finds himself irresistibly drawn to the perky blonde and her optimistic spirit. Her killer curves don’t hurt, either. Falling for the nanny is such a cliché, but after Wes accidentally walks in on Lily in the shower, all bets are off.
Cliché or not, she will be his.
And he’s playing for keeps.
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He yanked the door open, and instead of finding a delivery man like he expected, one of the most luscious-looking blondes he’d ever seen stood at his door.
Her hair was a dark honey color, hanging straight around her face, swinging down past her shoulder blades. Her face was sweet and heart-shaped, with big blue eyes and a full, pink mouth that was just begging to be nibbled on. A tiny woman, she had on well-worn denim jeans that hugged the sweet curve of her ass like it was their one duty in life. Her V-neck sweater was a dark blue, and she wore a gold locket around her neck that looked old and sentimental, hanging low between her breasts like some sort of siren’s lure.
He stared down at her, realizing that the sleep deprivation had apparently not killed his sex drive. He was suddenly, uncomfortably aware that it’d been forever since he’d even thought about jerking off. Sweet, curvy, girl-next-door types were his greatest weakness, and this woman was all that and more. God, she was beautiful. He just wanted to take a handful of her backside and squeeze.
Everything went very still and quiet, their breathing the only sound. Their faces were just inches from each other, his hands shifting to her waist, her own on his shoulders.
Her gaze dropped helplessly to his lips, and then back to his eyes.
“Wes,” she whispered. She didn’t know if it was a warning. Maybe it was invitation.
He certainly took it as one.
He kissed her, and it was like a dam breaking inside. It flooded her: all that tension, all that desire, all those naughty, dirty thoughts she’d been weighted down with since the second she saw him, standing in that doorway, his shirt open like some sort of special gift just for her.
“Play your cards right,” Lily said. “And you might get me for breakfast.”
He licked his lips, thinking of last night, of how sweet she tasted.
“Promise?” he asked.
She grabbed his discarded shirt from the bottom of the bed and threw it on. His stomach tightened at the sight of her in his old college T. She was so tiny the hem almost fell to her knees, and the material was worn and thin, draping across her perfect double D’s like a second skin.
She caught him staring at her, practically drooling, and winked before sashaying out of the room.
Wes slumped back in the bed.
He was so very screwed. Either Lily was an angel sent from heaven or the devil in disguise.
And frankly, he could care less which one it was as long as he got to keep her with him.
Skylar Hill writes steamy romance about once-in-a-lifetime love.
She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her very own lumberjack/soulmate. When she’s not writing, she’s hiking one of the trails around her beautiful city, or drinking chai lattes in a cafe and eating way too many cinnamon rolls. She has several tattoos…but in places only her husband gets to see!
She is currently hard at work on her next steamy story.
Web Site: www.skylar-hill.com