The CEO's Nanny Affair

by Joss Wood

  Sexy single-dad billionaire meets temporary nanny...

  When Tate Harper’s sister disappears, the globe-trotting TV host is suddenly the caregiver for her infant niece. She has to find her sister ASAP! Enter single father and sexy CEO Linc Ballantyne, her sister’s ex. He’s a family man to the core, and he’ll help Tate—if she agrees to be his temporary live-in nanny.

  Soon she’s juggling a baby, a toddler and a growing attraction to the billionaire Ballantyne. But when it’s time to go back to her real life, will she pack her bags or stay and find out what being a family really means?

  “I want you, Tate. Badly.”

  Linc’s big hand covered her cheek and he placed his thumb in the center of her bottom lip.

  “I want you, too,” Tate admitted. “It’s inconvenient and crazy and there are a thousand reasons why it’s a bad idea—”

  But she didn’t have the strength or the willpower to walk away. This one time, she couldn’t resist temptation. But, because she had to, she could protect herself. So she did what she always did—she laid out the rules of engagement. That way, there couldn’t be any misunderstandings.

  “This is a very temporary arrangement, Linc. We’re just two adults who are wickedly attracted to each other.” This couldn’t be anything more and he needed to know that. “This is temporary. So, no expectations, okay?”

  “Understood,” Linc said.

  The fist clenching her heart relaxed. She could do this, and she would be fine. She had to be—anything else wasn’t an option.

  “So, to spell it out, I look after the kids and you...well, you do what you do. Do we have a deal?”

  Linc smiled. “Yes, we have a deal.”

  * * *

  The CEO’s Nanny Affair is part of Harlequin Desire’s #1 bestselling series,

  Billionaires and Babies: Powerful men...wrapped around their babies’ little fingers.

  Dear Reader,

  Jaeger and Beck Ballantyne have both found love and in this Billionaires and Babies book, it’s Linc Ballantyne’s turn.

  Linc has always wanted a big family. He was engaged once, and two weeks before their wedding—six weeks after the birth of their son—his fiancée, Kari, abandoned him and easily relinquished her rights to her son.

  Tate is very different from her difficult cousin-slash-adopted-sister Kari, and she finds life easier when she keeps a healthy distance between Kari and herself. Her job as a presenter for a travel program helps her do that. Tate, disappointed by the people who profess to love her, is happy to be a rolling stone, but a request from Kari changes all that. Kari, being Kari, abandons her baby daughter, leaving Ellie with Tate and suggesting she contact Linc Ballantyne to help.

  Tate does exactly that but advice is not all she receives from Linc... She also has to deal with his hot kisses and their raging attraction. Both Tate and Linc learn to open their hearts to the possibility of love and they both, eventually, realize that not everything is the way it seems.

  I loved writing this book—I have the best job in the world!—and I hope you enjoy Tate and Linc, too.

  Happy reading,

  Joss

  xxx

  Connect with me at www.josswoodbooks.com, on Twitter (@josswoodbooks) or Facebook (Joss Wood Author).

  Joss Wood

  The CEO’s Nanny Affair

  Joss Wood loves books and traveling—especially to the wild places of southern Africa. She has the domestic skills of a potted plant and drinks far too much coffee.

  Joss has written for Harlequin KISS, Harlequin Presents and, most recently, the Harlequin Desire line. After a career in business, she now writes full-time. Joss is a member of the Romance Writers of America and Romance Writers of South Africa.

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  Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire

  Married to the Maverick Millionaire

  The Ballantyne Billionaires

  His Ex’s Well-Kept Secret

  Reunited...and Pregnant

  The CEO’s Nanny Affair

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Excerpt from Tempted by the Wrong Twin by Rachel Bailey

  One

  Tate Harper had eaten deep-fried crickets in Thailand and snacked on guinea pig in Peru. She’d been lost in a jungle in Costa Rica and danced the night away in a run-down cantina in a Rio favela. She’d been propositioned by both rich and poor men in every corner of the world. As the host of a travel program exploring different food cultures, she’d faced some unusual situations in her life.

  But nothing gave her the heavyhearted feeling that a meeting with Kari did.

  Tate pushed her fist into her sternum and gripped the handle of the door to the diner. It was a wintry Wednesday afternoon in early January, and she’d touched down at JFK just after six that morning. After already having spent the morning with the executive producers of the travel channel she worked for, discussing her options for hosting a new travel series, she was mentally and physically exhausted. She simply didn’t have the energy to deal with her older-in-years-but-still-a-child cousin.

  Adopted sister. Whatever the hell Kari was.

  Not for the first, or hundredth time, Tate wished that she and Kari were closer, that they were each other’s best friends, but, despite she and Kari sharing the same house since she was eight, they’d never really clicked.

  That old familiar wave of resentment twisted Tate’s stomach into knots. She looked down the snow-dusted road and thought about walking away. She was tempted; her life was so much easier without Kari in it. She shook her head. She wasn’t tough enough to ignore Kari’s request to meet, and, while she knew she was risking being disappointed for the umpteenth time, a part of her still hoped that they could establish an emotional connection, be a family. Resigned, she pulled open the door to the diner and stepped into its warmth. She shrugged out of her coat, pulled the floppy burgundy felt hat from her head and looked around the diner for Kari. Because their mothers were identical twins, they looked more alike than most sisters did. They shared the same wavy light brown/dark blond hair and long, lean build, but the last time Tate had seen Kari, she’d dyed her hair platinum and was the proud owner of a new, bigger pair of boobs she’d conned someone—probably a boyfriend—into paying for. They also had the same generous mouths and high cheekbones, but Kari had the twins’ bright blue eyes while Tate inherited her grandfather’s cognac-colored eyes and straight nose.

  Not seeing Kari, she caught the attention of a waitress rushing past. “Sorry, excuse me? I’m looking for someone who looks a lot like me. Her text said she was here, waiting for me, but I don’t see her.”

  The waitress nodded. “Yeah,
she’s sitting at that empty booth. I think she went to the bathroom. Take a seat, she shouldn’t be long.”

  Tate thanked her and walked toward the empty booth, her attention caught by a beautiful biracial baby fast asleep in a stroller parked between the booth and the table next to her, where a couple sat. The baby, Tate decided, had hit the genetic jackpot by inheriting the best of her stunning African American dad’s and Nordic mom’s genes.

  Sitting down, she nodded at the offer of coffee. Hell, yes, she wanted coffee. She wanted to wrap her freezing hands around a warm mug and gaze out the window, happy to be out of the bitter wind and snow-tinged rain. It had been years since she’d been in the city in the middle of winter, and she’d forgotten how miserable it could get.

  Next to her, chairs scraped, and Tate turned to watch as the gorgeous man and his blonde partner stood up, gathering their coats and shopping bags. From their intimate smiles and heated looks, Tate realized that they shared a deep connection. Electricity buzzed between them, and she wrinkled her nose as jealously pricked her soul.

  She’d never had a man look at her like she was the reason the earth spun on its axis, the pull of the moon on the tides, the strength of the sun.

  You’ve got to be in the game to play it, Harper, Tate quickly reminded herself. But you chose independence, freedom and to live on your isolated island. The consequence of that choice was emotional safety.

  And, sadly, the sex life of a nun.

  But that didn’t mean that she couldn’t admire a masculine butt in well-fitting jeans. Because he had an A-grade ass, it took Tate a while to realize that they were leaving. Her eyes dropped to the baby still asleep in the stroller, and she shot to her feet. “Hey, wait!”

  The couple turned around and they both raised their eyebrows.

  Tate gestured to the stroller. “Your baby. You’re leaving without her.”

  They responded with frowns and matching is-she-crazy expressions. “That’s not our baby. The lady who was sitting there came in with that baby,” Sexy Guy told her.

  Wait! What?

  Tate caught the eye of the waitress as ice flooded her veins. “Who came in with this baby?”

  Tate was subjected to another she’s-a-nut look. “The woman you asked about, the one who looks like you, she came in with this cutie.”

  Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. Tate fought for air and managed to compose herself long enough to ask the waitress if she’d, please, check the bathroom to see whether Kari was in a stall. Tate’s eyes bounced between the sleeping baby and the small hallway leading to the restrooms, and when the waitress reappeared, biting her lip and shaking her head, Tate started to tremble.

  Déjà vu, she thought. She knew, without a fraction of doubt, that Kari had slipped out the door when her back was turned. God, Kari, don’t... Please don’t abandon another of your children. Breeze back through that door, toss me a weak explanation, and we’ll pretend this never happened. Just don’t walk away; please don’t confirm my worst beliefs about you.

  Tate turned around to look at the door to the diner and waited for it to open, waited for the world to stop tilting. When a minute passed and then two, she sighed and turned around again. Feeling moisture on her cheeks, she wiped away her tears and blinked furiously. She wouldn’t cry, she wouldn’t fall apart. Taking a deep, calming breath, Tate sent another anxious look to the door, hoping for a miracle.

  After ten minutes passed with zero miracles occurring, her shock receded, and air rushed into her lungs, clearing the fog from her brain. Think, dammit. Think. Legally, this child was her niece, and she was responsible for her. As much as she wished she could run away, her mother had already bolted from the diner, and leaving her alone wasn’t an option.

  Kari was in the wind... So, what now? Looking down, she saw a diaper bag in the storage area under the stroller, and Tate pulled the heavy sack onto her lap. Resting her arms on the diaper bag, and trying to keep the panic at bay, Tate stared down at the sleeping child.

  Angelic, she thought wistfully, because that was the only word that made sense. Her skin was the color of lightly burnt sugar, wispy espresso curls covered her head and her rounded cheeks were pure perfection. The little girl had the wide Harper mouth and pointed chin.

  Tate unzipped the diaper bag and peered inside. Seeing a brown envelope flat against the side, Tate pulled it out, her heart hammering. She opened it with shaking fingers, yanked out the papers and slowly flipped through them. There wasn’t much besides inoculation certificates and medical cards and a birth certificate stating that the baby was Ellie Harper, the mother, Kari Harper, and father unknown.

  God, Kari. How could you not know who the father was? Or did she know and just decided not to inform the state? The last piece of paper was a letter scrawled in Kari’s handwriting.

  Tate,

  I know what you are thinking and I don’t blame you. This looks bad; it is bad. I need you to take Ellie. Something has come up and I can’t keep her. You’ll figure out what to do with her.

  If you’re freaking out—and you probably are—call Linc Ballantyne, your nephew’s dad. His number is below. Ellie is Shaw’s half sister and he’ll help you out.

  I know that you won’t believe this but I do love her.

  K.

  Her eyes still glued to the letter, Tate shoved her hand into her bag and pulled out her smartphone. Feeling like she had a sumo wrestler sitting on her chest, she entered the phone number and held her breath as she stared down at the small screen.

  What was she doing? Linc Ballantyne’s connection to Ellie was tenuous at best—he was Kari’s ex-fiancé and, yes, the father of the now-four-year-old son she’d abandoned. Linc had lived Tate’s current reality four years ago, and maybe he could help her make sense of Kari’s crazy. It wasn’t in her nature to ask for help, but desperate times trumped pride.

  Tate lifted the phone and held it to her ear and listened to it ringing. She was transferred from one efficient Ballantyne employee to another before a deep male voice muttered a harsh greeting in her ear. As Linc Ballantyne’s sexy voice rumbled through her, Ellie opened her eyes, and Tate was struck by the burst of bright, cobalt blue.

  Kari’s eyes...

  “This is Tate Harper, Kari’s sister, and I have a massive problem. Can we meet?”

  * * *

  Some days, running a multibillion-dollar company gave Linc Ballantyne a splitting headache. Hell, make that most days lately. Needing an aspirin, Linc walked into the middle office separating his and his brother Beck’s office, and, ignoring Amy’s concerned expression, he pulled out a bottle of aspirin from the top drawer of her desk. He tossed two into his mouth and dry swallowed, very used to the bitter taste.

  Amy, the executive assistant he and Beck shared, tucked her phone between her neck and ear and reached across her desk to throw Linc an unopened water bottle. He caught it, cracked the lid and looked through the glass walls to see his still-slim, still-pretty mother walking down the hallway and, as he always did, said a quick, silent thank-you to whatever force that had driven her into the arms of Connor Ballantyne.

  Well, not his arms—as far as he knew Connor and his mom were never romantically involved—but into his house, at least. Moving into the brownstone known as The Den and meeting the kids who would become his siblings was the best day of his life; losing Connor, the worst.

  Linc hurried across the office to open the door to her and bent down to kiss Jo’s cheek.

  “Hi.”

  “Hello, darling,” Jo replied. Her eyes were gray, like his, but hers were the color of gentle rain while his were a darker, edgier granite. “I’m sorry to drop in on you without warning.”

  “That’s never a problem,” Linc assured her.

  Jo greeted Amy with a kiss and a hug, and gestured to his office. “Have you a minute for me, Linc?”


  “Always.”

  In his office Jo sat down as he perched on the edge of his desk and folded his arms across his chest, feeling the burn in his biceps. He’d pushed himself last night, storming through his late-night workout, hoping that the exercise would ensure a good night’s sleep. It had helped somewhat; he’d slept for a solid four hours only to be woken up by Shaw having a nightmare. It had taken an hour to get his son to settle again, and by then he was wide-awake.

  “Gary has asked me to move in with him.”

  Linc jerked his attention back to his mother, trying to contain his shock. “You want to leave The Den? But why so soon?”

  Jo rolled her eyes. “We have been in a relationship for more than six months, Linc, so stop acting like I met him two weeks ago! You like him, you told me so.”

  That was before he was encouraging you to move out, Linc silently groused. Every time Jo mentioned Gary, her eyes glowed and her cheeks warmed. If he believed in love and all that crap, he’d say his mom was head over heels in love with the ex-banker. Since he didn’t, he looked past all that and saw two intellectually and socially compatible people who simply enjoyed each other’s company. Truth be told, he still didn’t like the fact that Jo was choosing Gary over Shaw, the grandson she’d been helping Linc raise since he was six weeks old.

  “I think that we’ll marry eventually, but I—” Jo continued, rubbing her forehead with the tips of her fingers. “I’ve lived in The Den for twenty-five years and I love it, but now I want my own home, Linc. I want a place that’s all mine, and we want to travel.” His mom lifted worried eyes to his. “You know I love Shaw and I was happy to help you when he was a baby because, frankly, you needed the assistance. I still want to help out but—”

  “But you don’t want to do it every day,” Linc said and Jo nodded.

  Linc cursed. Bad time to defect, Mom! He had a massive company to run and grow. They were rebranding the business, he was considering investing in a diamond mine in Botswana, they had a strike looming at a mine in Colombia, they were opening new stores in Abu Dhabi and Barcelona, refurbishing stores in Hong Kong, LA and Tokyo.