He needed more time with her.
His mind filled with a vision of Alexa chasing his kids around, all wet from the tub. Warm memories pulled him in with a reminder of the family life he should be having right now and wasnât because of his workload. Having Alexa here felt so right.
It was right.
And so he wasnât sending her home in the morning. He not only needed her help with the children, he wanted her to stay for personal reasons. The explosive chemistry theyâd just discovered didnât come around often. Hell, he couldnât remember when heâd ever burned to have a particular woman this much. So much the craving filled his mind as well as his body.
The extension of their trip presented the perfect opportunity to follow that attraction to its ultimate destination.
Landing her directly into his bed.
Dear Reader,
As an avid reader myself, I adore connected stories! When Iâm intrigued by a secondary character in a novel, Iâm ecstatic when that character gets his or her own happily-ever-after. Itâs especially a thrill when readers write to me, asking about a potential book for one of my characters.
In this case, readers have been asking for Seth Jansenâs story since his extended family first appeared in one of my novels, Explosive Alliance, and then again in my early Desire novels Baby, Iâm Yours and Under the Millionaireâs Influence. This bookâBillionaireâs Jet Set Babiesâcan be read as a stand-alone. However, if you would like to find those earlier reads about Seth and his family, they have all been reissued in ebook form.
Thanks again to all of you who sent shout-outs for Seth Jansenâs story. I had a blast penning the long-awaited happily-ever-after for this jet-setting hero!
Cheers,
Catherine Mann
www.CatherineMann.com
USA TODAY bestselling author CATHERINE MANN is living out her own fairy-tale ending on a sunny Florida beach with her Prince Charming husband and their four children. With more than thirty-five books in print in more than twenty countries, she has also celebrated wins for both a RITA>® Award and a Booksellersâ Best Award. Catherine enjoys chatting with readers onlineâthanks to the wonders of the wireless internet, which allows her to network with her laptop by the water! To learn more about her work, visit her website, www.catherinemann.com, or reach her by snail mail at PO Box 6065, Navarre, FL 32566, USA.
Alexa Randall had accumulated an eclectic boxful of lost and found items since opening her own cleaning company for charter jets. There were the standard smart phones, portfolios, tablets, even a Patek Philippe watch. Sheâd returned each to its owner.
Then there were the stray panties and menâs boxers, even the occasional sex toys from Mile High Club members. All of those items, sheâd picked up with latex gloves and tossed in the trash.
But today marked a first find ever in the history of A-1 Aircraft Cleaning Services. Never before had she found a baby left on boardâactually, two babies.
Her bucket of supplies dropped to the industrial blue carpet with a heavy thud that startled the sleeping pair. Yep, two infants, apparently twins with similar blond curly hair and cherub cheeks. About one year old, perhaps? A boy and a girl, it seemed, gauging from their pink and blue smocked outfits and gender-matched car seats.
Tasked to clean the jet alone, Alexa had no one to share her shock with. She flipped on another table lamp in the main compartment of the sleek private jet, the lighting in the hangar sketchy at best even at three in the afternoon.
Both kids were strapped into car seats resting on the leather sofa along the side of the plane, which was Seth Jansenâs personal aircraft. As in the Seth Jansen of Jansen Jets. The self-made billionaire whoâd raked in a fortune inventing some must-have security device for airports to help combat possible terrorist attacks on planes during takeoffs and landings. She admired the manâs entrepreneurial spirit.
Landing his account would be her companyâs big break. She needed this first cleaning of his aircraft to go off without a hitch.
Tiny fists waved for a second, slowing, lowering, until both babies began to settle back to sleep. Another huffy sigh shuddered through the girl before her breaths evened out. Her little arm landed on a piece of paper safety-pinned to the girlâs hem.
Narrowing her eyes, Alexa leaned forward and read:
Seth,
You always say you want more time with the twins, so hereâs your chance. Sorry for the short notice, but a friend surprised me with a two-week spa retreat. Enjoy your âdaddy timeâ with Olivia and Owen!
XOXO,
Pippa
Pippa?
Alexa straightened again, horrified. Really? Really!
Pippa Jansen, as in the ex-Mrs. Jansen, had dumped off her infants on their fatherâs jet. Unreal. Alexa stuffed her fists into the pockets of her navy chinos, standard uniform for A-1 cleaning staff along with a blue polo shirt bearing the companyâs logo.