A Very Merry Nanny (Very Merry, #2)

by Lyra Parish

“You can’t fix him, Em,” Jake says. “I don’t want to,” I say. I want him just how he is.

“I thrive on challenges. And you, Hudson Jolly, will be my greatest one yet.”

As I step off the porch, I realize that the magic of Merryville found me when Hudson Jolly kissed me.

I don’t know if I can handle that I actually give a fuck. I thought I’d gotten rid of all those years ago.

I glance down at the duck, its mouth moving as if it holds the secrets of our twisted encounter.

“You’re already the calm in my storm, Em. Let me be the calm in yours.”