Tempted by a Single Dad : A Billionaire Romance

By Sandra Cole

He's hot, he's sexy, but he's her boss. Ali cannot go near Evan, however tempting he is!

Ali has only applied for the month long nannying job in Hawaii because her whole life is falling apart, she certainly doesn't need to be adding any complications to that mess... and she really shouldn't be falling for the boss.

However, she can't seem to stop herself from falling deeper and deeper for him, no matter how hard she tries.

Evan's life hasn't been the same since he lost his wife eighteen months ago, his family is falling apart, he's under a lot of stress, and he doesn't think he'll ever find someone new. Ali is an unexpected treat, unlike anyone he's ever met before, and the more he gets to know, the more he likes.

Temptation leads to a moment of weakness, which leaves Ali and Evan both in a mess...

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Standalone Romance Stories With No Cliffhanger!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Cole
• Release date: Feb 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386197362

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Tempted by a Single Dad

Chapter 1

What the hell am I going to do now? I thought morosely to myself as I slumped on the floor of my apartment. I felt like I was deflating, that the last few days of drama were finally catching up with me, and now I had no idea what to do with myself.

I couldn’t believe all that I’d been through, it was like a total nightmare. It was too much for just one person to deal with, never mind all in one go. How had I even managed to survive it? I guess the one thing that could come out of this was that I was much stronger than I thought I was.

The first kick in the teeth was losing my job, completely unexpectedly. Okay, so it wasn’t Jenny’s fault that she had to fire me, she was losing more than I was what with her nursery closing down, but some warning that the place was running out of funding wouldn’t have gone amiss. Just some time to prepare. The fact that there wasn’t even any notice, that it was just a final pay check and a quick shift end made it even more shocking.

I walked all the way back to the apartment that I shared with Max, safe in the knowledge that at least I could have a bubble bath and some time alone to get myself together before getting some much needed comfort from my boyfriend of two and a half years. At least he would be there to make me feel better, and he’d probably help me get another job too. One of the best things about Max was his ability to be proactive even when things seemed utterly terrible.

Except, when I walked into the apartment, he wasn’t at work. He was still at home, with a screaming, naked girl underneath him. I was so shocked by the sight of the love of my life cheating on me that it actually took me a while to realize that the girl being fucked was my best friend and confidant ever since high school. The one person I thought that I could trust.

Taylor! I yelled out as sobs racked through my body. How could you do this to me?

She wasn’t even bothered, she didn’t even care that she’d totally rocked the foundation that my world was built on, she simply gave me an awful look, shrugged, and told me, It isn’t my fault that you’re boring and that your relationship has gone stale, Ali. You should’ve spotted it ages ago. This has been going on for months.

Okay, so now looking back, maybe she was right. Me and Max were much more like friends that lovers these days, things had fallen apart, but that didn’t give her any right to take him. She should never have done that to me. No one should ever do that to another person, especially not one that they’d been friends with for years. It just wasn’t right. I would never have done that to her.

And now, I was here at the scene of their crime alone, and they were shacked up at her home, probably very happy. I was hurt, betrayed, angry, a whole rush of emotions that I didn’t even understand. What I needed was to get away, to run from this nightmare, but unfortunately what I needed even more was a job. I would have to start paying for this place by myself now, I needed at least some kind of income. I wasn’t in the mood to start the dreaded job hunt, but I didn’t have any choice in the matter.

I sighed deeply before grabbing hold of the newspaper, trying to force myself to be productive. Without Max here to push me, and with the sense that my entire life was in tatters, it was difficult, but I had to start somewhere. I needed to start living eventually.

Waitress... no, I didn’t have people skills with adults. My career had always centered around children and I wasn’t sure that I was ready for that to end. I didn’t think I could force happiness right now. Waitresses had a hard enough time with rude and suggestive customers as it was, I just didn’t think that I could handle it right now.

Exotic dancer... I glanced down at my body, imagining shaking it on a pole for a buck load of money, the sort of cash that I needed to pay for this home by myself, but there wasn’t any chance in hell. I just wasn’t the sexy type. Cute, maybe, with my cropped dark hair surrounding my heart shaped face, and my big blue eyes, but I wasn’t sure I could ever be classed as sexy. No, I didn’t have it in me to be a dancer, even if I really wanted to which I didn’t.

Nanny... ooh okay, now this could be right up my alley. I delved right into the job description, liking where it was going. Two kids, single father, needs help while he runs the business... oh, but it was only for a month. A month in Hawaii nonetheless, but I needed something more permanent.

Then my eyes fell on the payment and everything within me shifted. This was a decent amount of money, the sort that could keep me afloat for about four months. I could use that cash to help tide me over until I found something else, plus it would be a month in Hawaii. If I’d ever needed a time on the beach with no problems distracting me, it was now. God, it would feel good to get the hell away from this town, from them. The fear of bumping into them killed me every single minute of every single day. At this rate, I was going to become a hermit. At least if I was in Hawaii, there wouldn’t be anything to worry about.

Surely it wouldn’t hurt just to apply?

I clicked on my email and fired off my resume with a decent cover letter attached, a small bit of positivity filling my