You Can't Kiss the Nanny, Brady Banks

Brady Banks. The Kingsmen’s best wide receiver. Rich AF. Hot as hell. A stallion in the sack.

How do I know that last fact? I may have shared a one-night stand with him six months ago when I was rebounding from a broken heart. I didn’t forget him, but I was done with him, until I discovered he’s the single dad of the boy I’ve been hired to nanny.

It’s near impossible to ignore my attraction to him now that we’re living under the same roof—but I have no choice. First, this job pays well, and I need the money to move out of my parents’ spare room. Second, he’s a public figure and there’s no room for me to get caught up in a scandal with him—I can’t disappoint my parents again. Third, men like Brady were built to break hearts. I barely managed to piece mine back together after my failed engagement and Brady would do irreparable damage if I gave him the chance.

Let the longest three months of my life begin…