A Nanny for Christmas

I swore off romance when my marriage ended.
Hiring my daughter's ex-babysitter to be her live-in nanny seemed like the ideal solution.
But now she's all grown up and her new curves are making me crazy.
I have to stay away from her.
So why can't I?


My daughter's a handful, and I can't blame her.
We've been through a lot.
But she's been eating the help alive. I need to get someone to help the help.
The only nanny she'll accept is the babysitter she had years ago.
I'll move mountains to find that girl. Hell, I'll do anything to make my little girl happy.
But I didn't count on that babysitter growing up to have a killer body.
Her curves, her eyes, her sweet innocence.
Somehow my prized little black book no longer does anything for me.
I only want her.
After my divorce, I promised myself never to fall in love again.
Lindsay Valentine might just change all that.
Just in time for Christmas.