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About the book:
Sam Kercher is every inch a wickedly hot Marine. Tall. Sexy. Lethal. When his best friends call in a favor, Sam is forced to face an entirely new line of dutyâplaying nanny for their newly divorced sister and her squirming seven-month-old twin boys. If Sam can dissemble an M16 in his sleep, diaper duty should be a cakewalkâ¦right?
Unfortunately, Operation Nanny isnât quite that simple. Sheridan has sworn off overbearing military men, so Sam must protect her from her dirtbag ex without revealing just how much he has in common with her brothers. Or that heâs been ordered not to touch her. Ever. Problem is, Sheriâs one hell of a gorgeous woman, and Sam wants her bad.
Protect the girl. Care for the babies. Hide his identity. And keep his hands off. But even the most disciplined Marine has weaknesses...and Sheridan is one Sam might not be able to resist.
ExcerptMac turned back to him, and Sam caught his own disheveled image in the reflection of his buddyâs glasses. He had a streak of mud on one cheek, and he hadnât shaved all week.
âYou like kids, right?â Mac said. âI mean, you have all those nieces and nephews.â
Sam frowned. âSure, kids are great. My sisterâs having another little girl in April.â
He nodded as though making a mental list. âCan you operate an oven?â
âMicrowave. Oh, and I baked brownies once. Laced âem with Ex-Lax as a prank for some SEAL buddies at a party.â
âHow do you feel about Kauai?â
Sam raised an eyebrow and wonderedânot for the first timeâif Mac had gone crazy. âIs this some kind of psych exam where youâre going to show me ink blots and ask whether I fantasize about badgers wearing menâs underwear?â
Mac folded his arms over his chest. He didnât answer the question. âYou remember my sister, Sheridan, right? I think you met her once at a party in college.â
At the mention of Sheriâs name, Sam felt several pints of blood drain from his brain and pulse toward other extremities. He thought about those thick, chocolaty curls and those huge brown eyes, and that perfect, heart-shaped ass andâ
âI think I remember her,â he said, straining to keep his voice casual. âBlond, right?â
âYou know goddamn well sheâs a brunette, just like I know goddamn well you didnât stop staring at her that whole night at the party. Thatâs not why Iâm asking. Her douchebag husband left.â
Sam blinked. âWhat? Didnât they just have a kid?â
âTwo kids. Twins. Seven months old, and Lieutenant Limpdick ran off with a stripper he met in Arkansas. Weâre dealing with the situation.â
He refrained from asking who âweâ might be or what âdealing with the situationâ entailed. Probably best not to know. âWerenât they stationed in Honolulu?â
Mac nodded. âSheriâs still there. Well, on another island now. Kauai. She has a friend there, and she just got a job as an accountant on the Pacific Missile Range Facility.â
âYeah. Great pay, good bennies. But sheâs a single mom, and she needs a nanny. A good nanny. Someone who can cook and whoâs great with kids and housekeeping and M40 sniper rifles.â
âYou got that job description on Craigslist?â
âAnd maybe black-belt level karate skills,â Mac continued, ignoring him. âAnd the ability to use power tools.â
âYou canât be serious.â Sam shook his head, propped the chain saw against a stump, and rubbed a smear of mud off his forearm.
âWhy not? Youâre supposed to report for your new command in Hawaii in a couple weeks anyway. In the meantime, Sheri needs someone to watch out for the twins. And her.â
He touched one hand to the utility knife on his belt and stared Mac down. Then he remembered it wasnât possible to stare Mac down, especially since the guy never removed his sunglasses.
He tried reasoning instead.
âArenât there services for this sort of thing? There have to be a thousand people more trained to be nannies.â
Mac leaned against a tree, his arms still folded. âNo one with your unique qualifications. And not anyone who happens to owe me a favor.â
Sam sighed, already knowing how this would end up. âI appreciate you saving my life in Baghdad. I do. But canât I just buy you a beer or a car or something?â
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About Tawna Fenske:Tawna Fenske is a fourth-generation Oregonian who writes humorous fiction, risquÃ© romance, and heartwarming love stories with a quirky twist. Her offbeat brand of romance has received multiple starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, one of which noted, âThereâs something wonderfully relaxing about being immersed in a story filled with over-the-top characters in undeniably relatable situations. Heartache and humor go hand in hand.â
Tawna lives in Bend, Oregon with her husband, step-kids, and a menagerie of ill-behaved pets. She loves hiking, snowshoeing, standup paddleboarding, and inventing excuses to sip wine on her back porch. She can peel a banana with her toes and loses an average of twenty pairs of eyeglasses per year.
To learn more about all of Tawnaâs books, visit www.tawnafenske.com