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

by Willa Nash

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.

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

“Then it’s time to step outside of your comfort zone.”

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

But he was mine.

Maddox Holiday. The boy who’d been my crush. The man who’d win my love.

“I love you,”

“I love you too.”

Maddox had a way of balancing naughty and nice, and I thanked the universe every day that I’d been called to be his nanny.