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

by Willa Nash

Bless those school photographers. They had a true talent for bringing out every teenager’s inner awkward.

“Violet and I were just getting to know each other. Weren’t we, Violet?” Before my daughter could answer, Natalie rolled up her sweater, twisting it into a rope. Then she raised her arms and wrung it out. Over my daughter’s head.

Violet was a tutu-toting terrorist, but there was no way in hell a seven-year-old girl was going to best me.

Red was most definitely her color, and not because there was a real possibility that she was Lucifer’s spawn.

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

“Don’t even think about it. She’s mine.” The claim blurted from my mouth before my brain could engage.

“Because I’m your mother and forcing you to squirm is one of my job descriptions.”