Just What The Cowboy Needed
Logan Hunt needs a nanny.What he gets is pretty kindergarten teacher Grace Flynn, whose desire for roots and a family flies right in the face of Logan's determination to remain a bachelor. Can Logan overcome his dread of becoming his father in time to convince Grace that she's exactly what he wants?
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Summer of Her Cowboy
Never fall in love. Never get married. Logan Hunt knows all the things he doesnât want. But his daughter needs a summer nanny and darn if Grace Flynn doesnât fit the bill...and then some. The sweetly alluring kindergarten teacher is showing the die-hard bachelor a thing or two about fatherhood. Itâs her effect on his libidoâand heartâthatâs keeping him up nights.
Did Grace really think her crush on Logan would magically vanish when she moved in with him and his adorable little girl? Still, she never thought the broody rancher with the intense baby blues would turn out to be the cowboy of her dreams! All she ever wanted was a real home. Could her place to belong be with this unexpected family man?
Logan bent and lifted her but wasnât fully prepared when Grace slid her arms around his neck.
He knew what a come-hither expression looked like and had even experienced it more times than he could count. But heâd never felt the power of it before Grace. He didnât think she even realized how she was looking at him. As if she wanted him, too.
This was big trouble.
It would be so easy to touch his mouth to hers. Only a couple of inches separated them and he ached to know if she tasted of wine, cake and some magic that was all her. Somewhere close by, he heard the chirp of an unlocking car. The sound snapped him out of the sensual trance and he moved over to the truck to set her gently in the passenger seat. It was just a beat too long before she stopped touching him.
âThanks.â
âBuckle up.â
He closed the door and realized how stupid he sounded. She wasnât a kid but a grown woman, a fact not lost on him after holding her exceptional curves in his arms.
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The Bachelors Of Blackwater Lake: They wonât be single for long!
TERESA SOUTHWICK lives with her husband in Las Vegas, the city that reinvents itself every day. An avid fan of romance novels, she is delighted to be living out her dream of writing for Mills & Boon.
For everyone who wants a happy ending as much as I do and believes that love will find a way.
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Grace Flynnâs heart actually skipped a beat, and sheâd always thought that happened only in romance novels.
Logan Hunt stood in the doorway of his house, and her worst fears came true. Her first impression was officially correct. He wasnât a troll and that was not good news.
âHello, Grace. Nice to see you again.â
âNice to see you, too.â And that was the absolute truth, darn it.
Sheâd hoped her attraction to the rancher was an interview thing that would magically disappear on her first day in his employ. Well, sheâd just arrived for work and her reaction was even stronger than the last time. Burying her head in the sand wasnât an option. She had to face the fact that she would be living in his house and taking care of his five-year-old daughter for the next eight weeks. This strong response to the man meant the job would be more difficult and complicated than it should be.
On the bright side, and it could just be her stereotyping, men as handsome as this one were usually jerks. The kind who would string a woman along, hint at a future and a family while letting her pour her heart, soul and savings into him and his house, then decide he didnât love her after all. That jerk had used her and stomped on her heart, but being the fool who fell for a pretty face was on her.
âAre you all right, Grace?â
âYes, fine.â She didnât sound breathless, did she? Oh, please no.
Call her pessimistic and cynical, but it wasnât a matter of if Logan would live up to the stereotype, but when. She hoped his inner jerk would come out soon so her heart would stop hammering like a drum at a Fourth of July parade.
âAre you sure?â He was giving her a funny look while standing in the doorway.
Not so much standing as filling it, she thought. He was very tall and boyish looking with his brown hair and blue eyes. Although there was an intensity in those eyes that was all man.
âIâm fine, really. It was a long drive from Buckskin Pass.â
âIâve been there. Pretty town.â
âI like it.â
âPlease, come in.â
âThanks.â She was clutching the handle of her wheeled suitcase and started to roll it inside.
âLet me get that for you.â
His fingers touched hers and she felt like a cartoon character whose heart beat so hard and fast you could see the outline of it jumping out of her chest. âThank you.â
âDo you have more in the car?â
âOf course. Packing a lot of stuff is what we do. Women, I mean. Iâm a woman.â
âYeah. I noticed.â When his gaze met hers, his polite cowboy manner slipped a little. It was the way a man looks at a woman when he likes what he sees, giving her a glimpse of something earthy and primal. And exciting.
