I’m not happy that she’s here. I needed someone to look after my children, not a tail to chase. Not her hair that smells like coconut and lime. Not the want in me to make her smell like me and only me. My twins need her, and I can’t let myself get in the way. I know I can control my wolf. Usually. Still, I can’t stop imagining my hands on her hips. To feel them move with the rhythm of her step. I know what this means. It’s more than the cliché of the single dad and the nanny. But if I give in, I might lose everything. So I’ll have to be a gentleman. I know I can be. The question is how much longer my wolf will obey… The task of the Shifter Nanny Agency is simple: Find good nannies for devastatingly handsome shifters who are also the best single daddies in the world. Because like it or not, the fathers are almost as cute as their kids. Which can unfortunately be quite a distraction. Application forms, anyone?

I’m the worst nanny in the history of nannies. I’m not even kidding. I conned my way through life, and into his house. Into being the nanny for his two little girls. And now I’m in deep trouble. And it’s not just because of his kids. His voice is absolutely made for sin. It feels like having honey dripped all over my spine. He smells like pine trees, like the forest in the rain. Like the home that I never had. I want to let the baritone purr of his voice dance over my skin. I want his hand to do more than just shake mine. I want his mouth to do more than just say my name. I want to… shake myself because I cannot have lewd thoughts about my boss. This is going to be an extremely interesting job. I just hope that my raw attraction to him doesn’t kill me first. The task of the Shifter Nanny Agency is simple: Find good nannies for devastatingly handsome shifters who are also the best single daddies in the world. Because like it or not, the fathers are almost as cute as their kids. Which can unfortunately be quite a distraction. Application forms, anyone?

I’d known that getting a nanny was a supremely bad idea. It’s been so long since a woman entered this house. I’m just not used to seeing curves like hers anymore. Which is why her presence drives me absolutely insane. The Big Bad Wolf inside of me wants to carry her to bed caveman-style. She makes my mouth water, and I can’t resist her. What kind of a boss has thoughts like these about their employee? Well, I have a fair idea, but I’m not going there. I’m not falling into the same trap that they all do. I’m not going to sleep, fall in love, or mate with the nanny. Especially not since she’s half my age. Especially not since I don’t really know how she got here. What is really going on here? Is she playing a game that I don’t know? Does she really crave me like I crave her? And if so, who am I to deny her what she wants? The task of the Shifter Nanny Agency is simple: Find good nannies for devastatingly handsome shifters who are also the best single daddies in the world. Because like it or not, the fathers are almost as cute as their kids. Which can unfortunately be quite a distraction. Application forms, anyone?

He makes my life miserable. One minute he tells me he doesn’t want me. The next he looks at me like I’m a piece of steak. I hate his cocky smirk and the way he makes me feel. I hate that he’s perfectly aware of what his scrutiny is doing to me. I’m supposed to take care of the twins, and I do. But it’s hard when he’s around the house, getting on my nerves. Starting arguments and saying inappropriate things. Staring at me and making me as uncomfortable as I’ve ever been. Part of me wants to punch him in the face. But another part wants to do something else… It wants to drag him forward by the collar of his shirt and explore what’s beneath… It wants to wipe that smirk off his face and kiss him senseless… It wants to do everything that will end up with me losing my job…

Fate is a cruel and fickle mistress… He shattered my heart all those years ago. A fact that I’ll never forgive him for. A fact that I’ve run from since forever. But the fact is, I can’t run any longer… I’m right here in his house, taking care of his kid. I want to leave but I have no choice. I want to walk out but my legs won’t cooperate. And I can feel exactly where this is going … He’s drawing me into his arms like he used to. He’s making me drown in his eyes like he used to. All of those bittersweet memories are coming back to me. And I know one thing for sure… Ignoring the temptation that is Cole could, quite possibly, end up killing me.

He’s not like I remember him. He’s bulked up and grown his hair out, making him even hotter. I’m trying not to notice, to get my head back in the game. Because I’m not here to drool over my best friend from college. I’m here to look after his kids. We had an easy friendship, effortless to maintain. Everyone thought we’d end up together. But neither of us made a move, and nothing ever happened. He was never as into me as I was into him. I should let it go, accept my fate as a lone wolf. But I can’t deny that my inner animal wants to devour him. She wants to desperately run her tongue up and down his pectorals. She wants to break free from the tight leash I keep her on. This job is going to be much harder than I thought…