Love in LA Series

The single dad falling for the younger nanny seems like such a cliché until it happens to you. Except that's not going to be me. I'm not going to be the mom who fell for her daughter's manny, even if Preston is hot. He's also younger than me and completely off-limits. At least that's what I keep telling myself. But it doesn't help that he's staying in my pool house. Doting on my daughter and restoring a sense of calm and order to our busy lives.

I'm supposed to be cleaning up my playboy image, not agreeing to a no-strings relationship with my interior designer. But Lauren is independent, fierce, and full of fire. And I can't seem to resist her despite the fact that her best friend is dating mine. The more time we spend together, the harder I fall. And for the first time in my life, I find myself wanting more. I find myself wanting the one woman who seems intent on keeping me at arm's length. Lauren has trust issues, and my reputation doesn't help. But I'm determined to prove to her that I'm not the playboy everyone thinks I am.

I'm a bookworm; he's a bodyguard. I have trouble speaking up for myself; he's direct, brash even. But the more I get to know my new pen pal, the more I see beneath the former navy SEAL's tough exterior. He's a hero, and he's hurting. But he's also so much more than he gives himself credit for. It doesn't matter that we live on opposite sides of the country and have never laid eyes on each other. We talk every day, sometimes for hours. Our attraction is undeniable, and our growing connection is becoming impossible to ignore.

Sleeping with the father of the bride-a former NFL player and one of Hollywood's most eligible bachelors-was not part of the plan. It was only supposed to be one night. One night to forget. But he made me feel wanted. Reckless. Alive. I'd been down this road before, and it only ended in disaster. Was I willing to risk my heart again?

When my dad asked me to intern for his best friend, I knew I should've said no. I had my own plans for the summer. Ones that didn't include revisiting my childhood crush. Sleeping with the boss? Probably not what my dad had in mind when he asked for my help.

One impulsive, passionate week changed my life. And I can't stop thinking about it . . . or him. The hot Italian with the full lips and inked skin. The passionate man who made me feel incredible until I realized it was all a sham. Because he lied. About his name. About everything.