I came to open a juice box. I left with a family I never planned on wanting.
Three grieving kids. One granite-faced biker who calls hiring me a "logistics decision." A house so big and so silent it practically echoes — until I fill it with bedtime rituals, burnt pancakes, and a five-year-old's non-negotiable demand for "the right voices."
I've done this before. I love hard, I leave clean, and I never, ever stay. That's the deal I made with myself a long time ago.
Then a stubborn, tender mountain of a man starts learning to sit on the floor for his kids — and somehow, for me too.
Now someone wants to take this family apart before I've found the courage to admit I want to be part of it.
I've spent my whole life protecting other people's happy endings.
What happens when I finally want to keep one for myself?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Three grieving kids. One granite-faced biker who calls hiring me a "logistics decision." A house so big and so silent it practically echoes — until I fill it with bedtime rituals, burnt pancakes, and a five-year-old's non-negotiable demand for "the right voices."
I've done this before. I love hard, I leave clean, and I never, ever stay. That's the deal I made with myself a long time ago.
Then a stubborn, tender mountain of a man starts learning to sit on the floor for his kids — and somehow, for me too.
Now someone wants to take this family apart before I've found the courage to admit I want to be part of it.
I've spent my whole life protecting other people's happy endings.
What happens when I finally want to keep one for myself?
Genre: Romantic Suspense