The harshest taskmasters in the galaxy aren’t warlords or generals… …they’re toddlers. I’m desperate for money so I interview for a job that makes even the strongest alien warrior tremble - nanny. After all, the kid’s don’t seem that bad. But the dad? He makes me want to BEG for the job. He’s so fine it scrambles my brain. Too bad his ego is the size of a supernova. And Boltor? He makes it very clear. This isn’t just a position to be filled. He demands to own me. I already know my answer. Will I regret this? Maybe. But one look at this hot, brooding, alien dad and I already know… I'll obey his every order.