The Naughty, The Nice and The Nanny (Holiday Brothers, #1)

by Willa Nash

Then I squeezed my eyes shut to brandish the image of Natalie, my new nanny, out of my head.

That’s not what ‘brandish’ means…

“What did you do with my real daughter and can we keep the imposter for the night?”

I was patient in many ways, but when it came to gifts and orgasms, I preferred instant gratification.

Maddox Holiday had just stared at my lips, and unless my radar was broken—it might be—he’d felt the sparks too. Teenage Natalie did a fist pump. Adult Natalie smacked teenage Natalie’s hand.

The decision to stay away was the right one. Timing was not on our side. So with that resolution in mind, I went to my happy place. The dessert table.

I figured I was in the right spot when I read the welcome mat. The Neighbors Have Better Stuff.

“Go on a date with me.” “But what about Violet?” “She can find her own date.”