His Cravings: A Bad Boy Romance: His Craving Series, #1

By Kylie Parker

Rule #1: Your boss is OFF LIMITS.

I never should have agreed to become Derek Blake's live-in nanny.

But he's rich and powerful, and I need the money.

In exchange, I have to live in his palace of a penthouse.

How's that for a choice?

The only problem?

He's out of my league.

Way, way out of my league. 

Too wealthy. Too sexy. Too…skilled.

And with men like that?

Everyone knows it never works out.

It wouldn't work out.

Right?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kylie Parker Romance
• Release date: Apr 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386341710

Book preview

Chapter 1

Ablaring noise, in the middle of the night, woke me from my sleep as I peeled my eyes open. The incessant crying of what sounded like a stuffed pig caused me to rip the covers back from my body. Who the fuck had a damn pig in this complex? For god’s sake, it was two in the morning and I had one of the most important business meetings of my life in a few hours. Dealing with different time zones was a pain in the ass, and it didn’t matter that I was worth a few billion dollars; sometimes you just had to stroke the potential client’s ego.

But I had no intention of making them a client. I had every intention of purchasing their little business outright and taking my pet project underneath my global conglomerate umbrella.

The crying got louder as I approached the main room of my penthouse suite, and for the first time, I found myself cursing the stars I could see over New York City as the crying grew louder and more piercing. The floor-to-ceiling tinted windows is what made me buy this place: I could press a beautiful pair of tits up against the glass and thrust into the warm, tight caverns of a woman’s body while surveying the beauty of the stars.

It really was a sight to behold.

I pressed the heels of my hands into my tired and aching eye sockets and my ears latched onto the dying sound. The explosive and rattling crying was now fading into the background, and I felt anger bubbling up in me even more. Of course the crying would stop just as I had made it out of bed and reached the great room. I turned towards the phone and went to dial the downstairs security officer to let him know someone had smuggled a damn baby pig into the complex. Furthermore, I wasn’t paying to clean up pig’s blood off of some bastard’s carpet if he was trying to slaughter the damn thing.

And what happened then?

I heard

it; the slightest little sound of a sniffle.

Pig’s don’t fucking sniffle.

I strode to my front door and ripped it open, looking left and right to see from where the sound might have been coming. My mind was hazy with sleep and my body was screaming to climb back into bed before I had to get up and piece myself together into a nice suit for a damn conference call being sent halfway across the world. But just before I went to go shut my door I heard it again.

I looked down to where I had heard the sound.