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

by Willa Nash

“Save me a dance later?” “Um . . .” What. The. Christmas Fudge. “Sure?”

His love for her was written all over his face. And my, my mistletoe it was attractive.

“What else did you practice when you were a teenager?” “That’s for me to know and you to find out. Though let’s just say it involved a banana.” “Natalie,” he groaned. “You’re killing me here.” “What? I make excellent banana bread. Someone told me once that men loved banana bread.”