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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)

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A smoking hot standalone romance in the small-town Harbour Village series, featuring a single dad, a nanny, and an accidental pregnancy...

I know Tuck Monroe is trouble the second I walk in to interview for the nanny position. Six-four and covered in tattoos, he’s distractingly hot. He’s also grumpy as hell. But I need to pay for school, so I take a job as his daughter’s live-in caretaker and move into the apartment above his garage.

I fall hard for Katie, his adorable four-year-old. But I never expected to fall for my new boss, who’s a decade older than I am. Turns out there’s a heart of gold beneath Tuck’s broody exterior, one I work to reveal bit by bit. Casual small talk leads to late-night conversations I can’t get enough of.

No surprise our simmering sexual tension explodes with one deep, toe-curling kiss.
He tells me I’m his good girl; I tell him I love the praise. We give ourselves one night, and one night only, to explore the fiery attraction between us.

It’s the best sex of my life. But when I wake up, Tuck is gone, and life goes back to normal. Or at least I think it does, until I start to feel nauseous. Turns out I was right: my boss is trouble. The kind that comes with one night I can’t forget and two pink lines that will change our lives forever.

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Tuck

Beer Me

August

“Nice neck tattoo.”

I whip my head around at the sound of the clear, rich voice behind me. Blinking, I’m surprised to see it belongs to a tiny brunette wearing a white T-shirt and a big grin. Seriously, she’s the size of a fucking pixie. The top of her head doesn’t even come up to my shoulders. She must be five feet nothing. If that.

I do what I always do when I’m taken off guard.

I glower, neck tight as I cross my arms over my chest. “Excuse me?”

But the brunette doesn’t run. She doesn’t cower. Instead, her grin broadens into a brilliant, beautiful smile.

My heart skips a beat.

She gathers her dark, shoulder-length hair in her hand and lifts it, turning her head to reveal an elegant line of tattooed script on her nape. Summer Girl. “I’m a fan. I have one too.”

My pulse riots as my eyes rove down the soft slope of her neck. The sounds of the restaurant around us fade. Her skin is flawless. The lines of her jaw are straight and strong.

But it’s her lips that draw my attention. They’re so lush they look almost pouty, the top slightly fuller than the bottom.

I blink again when she drops her hair and holds out that hand to me. “You must be Tuck. My mom told me you’re the tallest, most tatted-up guy she’s ever seen. I’m Maren Lucas.”

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Only the girl—woman—I’m hoping to hire as a nanny for my four-year-old daughter, Katie. We’re meeting for an interview today over lunch at Stede’s, my friend Riley’s restaurant here on Bald Head Island.

Maren is the daughter of a friend of my mom’s. When Mom heard that Maren, who is getting her master’s degree in education, was looking for a nannying gig to help pay for school, she sent Maren’s résumé my way.

I knew I wanted to hire her before I finished reading it. Maren is accomplished, having graduated from Chapel Hill with honors while also doing varsity cheerleading. She also has tons of experience working with kids. Mom raved about her.

Even better? Mom said Maren is interested in a live-in position. Katie’s prior nanny didn’t live with us. While that worked when Katie was a baby, my job at Dixon Properties has become more demanding over the past few years.

Now that I’m CFO at Riley’s property development company and his right-hand man, I work a lot. My hours are erratic. I need to be available when he calls, day or night.

A live-in nanny is definitely what my little family needs. But turns out finding someone to live with us is not easy, especially given our location on a remote island accessible only by ferry.

I’m getting desperate after interviewing and rejecting a dozen or more candidates over the past couple months. They either weren’t qualified or weren’t a good personality fit. My parents and my sister Jen have been pinch-hitting for me in the meantime.

Luckily, I signed Katie up for a ton of camps this summer—she goes most mornings nine-ish to one—and then she’ll head to preschool four days a week starting in September. Mom, Dad, or Jen have been picking her up from camp every day. They’ll hang with her until I get home around five to make dinner. Then I do bath and bedtime. After that, it’s more work at home while I cross my fingers and toes Katie doesn’t wake up.

It’s been stressful to say the least. More than anything, it’s made me realize just how important a consistent routine is for us. I want a nanny who can be a stable, loving presence in Katie’s life, because her mom is . . . not those things.

“Maren. Yes, I’m Tuck Monroe.” I take her hand and ignore the way my blood jumps at her firm handshake, and the way her warm, brown eyes stay locked on mine. Most people look away when I make eye contact.

Not Maren Lucas. That’s something her résumé didn’t mention, how confident she is.

How gorgeous.

She’s just my type: smart, pretty, athletic.

Something her résumé did tell me? She’s young. A couple-years-out-of-college young. I’m thirty-four. There’s a decade between us at least.

As if I need another reason to keep my distance.

Keep my mind out of the gutter.

Besides, I’m a one-girl kinda guy, and that girl is my daughter.

“I’m so glad you picked this place.” She glances around the restaurant. “I heard they have the best oysters in North Carolina.”

I seriously regret making this a lunch meeting. Not like I have any other time in my schedule to interview potential nannies. But still, I need to keep this interaction strictly professional.

Short and sweet. Coffee somewhere would’ve been better.

Gina, Stede’s hostess, plucks a pair of menus from the stack on her stand. “Would y’all prefer to sit inside or outside?”

Maren looks at me. I look at Gina. Gina immediately looks away, glancing back at Maren.

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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)

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My grandmother has a saying: what's done in the dark always comes to light, especially in small towns with big secrets. And I was hiding the biggest secret of them all.

Every summer I spent growing up at my grandparents' coastal estate was the same. Same cousins. Same chaos. Same long golf cart rides along the beach.

But everything changed the summer I turned eighteen, when my grandparents' new housekeeper moved in with her son, Riley. With his big personality and head-turning looks, he was the local heartthrob.

We fell in love instantly. Riley was my first everything. First love. First time.

And my first heartbreak when he dumped me at the end of the summer.

Ten years later, I'm back on the island for my best friend's wedding as her maid of honor. Who's the first person I literally stumble into?

Riley Dixon. Even worse? He's the groom's best man.

Being forced to spend an entire week together for wedding festivities quickly leads to more: hot hate sex, late nights of sneaking out, and unexpected revelations. The boy I knew a decade ago is gone, and the hate becomes...something else entirely. And I begin to wonder if Riley is hiding some secrets of his own.

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For the messy ones.

As Riley says, perfect and shiny ain’t real,

and it ain’t that interesting.

then

Riley

9 to 5

Ten Years Ago

August

Dolly Parton is the tits.

Correction: watching my girlfriend, Lu, make the best damn cheese straws on planet Earth while dancing to “9 to 5” in a tiny tennis skirt is the tits.

We’re in the enormous kitchen of her grandparents’ fancy beach house. Mom is the Gibbes’s housekeeper, so technically I’m helping her out by unloading and then reloading their pair of dishwashers.

In reality, I’m between shifts at my two jobs, so I’m stealing a few minutes with my girl before I head to Merman’s Restaurant. I work mornings, six to two, at the Harbour Village Marina. Then I head to Merman’s at four, where I work as a bar back until close.

The time I get to spend with Lu Wade during the day is rare. Being alone with her in the house like this is even rarer. Gotta take advantage. Next time I’m able to touch her won’t be until after midnight, when we sneak out on Old Winny, her family’s ancient golf cart, or on one of her grandaddy’s boats.

The buttery scent of the batch of cheese straws already in the oven fills my head. My stomach grumbles. I glance down the hall that leads to the front door.

No sign of anyone yet. Mr. and Mrs. Gibbes, Lu’s grandparents, are out having a late lunch at the Ocean Club with Lu’s mom and her aunt, Lady. They’re not due back for another hour, but I’m still paranoid.

No such thing as being too careful.

“Think those’ll be done before I gotta go?” I close the dishwasher and join Lu at the island. I put my hands on the marble countertop on either side of hers. Wince when the marble’s edge bites into the blister I got from a mooring line on today’s fishing charter.

Ignoring it, I lean my body into hers, my front to her back, and kiss the nape of her neck. She looks good in her tennis clothes, the white popping against her deep tan. The tiny skirt, tinier tank top. Pristine white shoes.

She smells even better, like the coconut body wash she loves.

Lu grins at me over her shoulder, the contraption she calls a cookie press still in her hand. “Are you asking if I timed them so they’ll be just the right temperature for you, right before you’re about to leave? Warm, but not too hot?”

“Can’t have ’em any other way.”

“I’ve created a monster.” She gives me a quick kiss before turning back to the rows of cheese straw dough she’s already piped onto a baking sheet.

“Not my fault you’ve spoiled the shit outta me. I can’t even eat Bojangles anymore. That fried chicken you made the other night—”

“Granny’s recipe? I know. So good. It’s the Lawry’s in the breading. And then of course the mayo.”

“And the vat of oil you fry it in, Legs.”

Lu rolls her ass into my crotch at the nickname—I call her Legs on account of her long, lean, ridiculously sexy stems—and sways said legs in time to the music. Dolly’s singing “I Will Always Love You” now. “I can’t become a southern Ina Garten if I don’t master frying things in vats of oil.”

My dick loves the friction a little too much. Mom’s going to be back any minute from grabbing a shower in the apartment above the Gibbes’s garage, where she and I have lived since the beginning of the summer.

I can’t get excited. If anyone finds out Lu and I have been dating pretty much from the moment we met back in early June, we’re fucked. Her granddaddy, James Gibbes III, is old school. If he knows I’m sleeping with his favorite granddaughter, he’ll fire Mom, no question.

Mom needs this job, the highest-paying one she’s ever had, now that Dad is out of the picture. He split in the spring, and served Mom divorce papers not long after.

Only problem? I can’t keep my hands off Lu. She’s sexy, obviously. She’s also smart as hell—heading to Wake Forest in the fall. She’s introduced me to a whole world I didn’t know existed as a small-town boy from South Port, North Carolina. Books. Ideas. Dolly Parton.

Food too. She’s an extremely talented cook. Her passion for making delicious food for the people she loves most has turned me into a foodie.

Before we met, food was fuel, pure and simple. Then Lu started sneaking me plates of whatever she, her granny, and Aunt Lady cooked. Their famous cheese straws. Grouper sandwiches with homemade slaw. Biscuits made from scratch. A southern take on poutine, which is probably my favorite dish. It’s french fries smothered in this cheesy clam chowder type stuff, which Lu and Lady make with local seafood caught by my friend Tuck.

Needless to say, I was an immediate convert to the foodie movement.

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