The Nanny Rules

By Melynda Price

Don’t touch the nanny. It’s one rule I’m most certainly going to break.

Since becoming a single father, I have two things that keep me sane—my daughter Lily and playing football for the NFL. But when my meddling sister hires a nanny without my knowledge, I’m not thrilled to come home and find the woman has taken over my house. Our instant attraction is one more complication I don’t need in my life.

But my daughter loves Amelia, and I will do anything for that tiny munchkin. Even if it means walking around with blue balls most of the time. Why does the nanny have to be so sweet—and drop dead gorgeous? She’s driving me crazy. Never in my life have I wanted a woman more.

I just need to make it through this season. I can do that. Hands free, of course. But then there’s that moment, and I know she’s thinking what I’m thinking and, well, yeah. Screw the rules...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Aug 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9781640638464

Melynda Price

Melynda Price is the author of several paranormal and contemporary romance titles, including Win by Submission and Passing His Guard in the mixed martial arts–themed Against the Cage series. Price writes for ardent readers who want to fall in love over and over again. She makes the unbelievable believable while taking her characters to the limit with tales full of passion, heart, and unexpected twists. Salting stories with undertones of history whenever possible, Price adds immeasurable depth to her well-crafted books. She lives with her husband and two children in northern Minnesota, where there are plenty of snow-filled days to curl up in front of the fireplace with a hot cup of coffee and write.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

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Chapter One

Amelia

Who the hell are you?

I startle at the demand and spin around to find a man standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of low-riding gym shorts and a surprised scowl. The glass of orange juice slips from my hand and shatters on the floor. Words fail me as I stand there in my pajamas, braless in a tank top and turtle-patterned shorts. This is not how I envisioned meeting my new boss. I’m your—

Daddy? The shrill squeal and patter of tiny feet cuts off my feeble explanation.

—nanny, I finish, not sure if he heard me. But then his gaze cuts from Lily and then back to me. Yep, he heard.

Muttering a curse under his breath, he steps through the juice, navigating the broken glass, and swoops up his daughter as she races around the island. Lily pad. As soon as he catches sight of his little girl, a dimple-flashing grin of genuine joy lights his face, and he places a lip-smacking kiss on her cheek.

My ovaries swoon. Fact—there’s nothing sexier than a tattooed, muscle-bound man fawning over his child. My biological clock ticks to the cadence of my quickened pulse. The heat pooling low in my belly is an unexpected sensation.

Mercy, Brody Evans is even larger and more handsome in person than he is on TV.

I didn’t hire a nanny, he says over Lily’s squealing laughter as he pretends to munch on the side of her neck.

No, your sister did, I tell him tartly, unsure which is more annoying, his dismissive tone or my feminine reaction to watching him play with his daughter. It’s beautiful, and I can’t stop staring at all that hard, muscled flesh blatantly on display. I wasn’t expecting you back until this afternoon.

Brody shifts Lily into one arm and props her on his hip. The action nudges those low-riding shorts a skosh lower. My breath catches as I anticipate gravity doing its thing, unsure if I should warn him, but then he pins me with a scowl.

Obviously. His tone is ripe with disapproval as he drags those vibrant sapphire eyes over me in a slow, head-to-toe perusal, taking in my scant attire, and his brows tighten. I caught an early flight home.

My skin heats everywhere his gaze touches. And to my displeasure, my body tingles in response to his dispassionate stare, nipples straining against my thread-bare tank top. This is embarrassing. No, it’s beyond embarrassing—this is humiliating. My reprieve comes when Lily’s little hands clap her father’s cheeks, and she turns his head toward her, commanding his attention.

I missed you, Daddy.

Well, that’s good. Because I missed you, too. He gives her a quick kiss on the tip of her pixie nose, eliciting another giggle, then turns toward the kitchen table.

I’m sorry for your loss. My condolences roll off my tongue before I can call them back, and his broad shoulders briefly tense. He sets Lily on the chair with instructions to finish her breakfast, then turns and walks out of the kitchen. And there I am, left standing barefoot amidst a pool of orange juice and broken glass. Well, shit. Brody’s sister warned me the NFL quarterback might be…challenging to work for. He’s been through a lot this last year, and she told me the press hasn’t been kind to him.

He might not want me here, but that’s okay. I have thick skin and he needs me.

Besides, I’m here for Lily.

Sighing, I grab a dish towel off the counter and stoop to collect the broken glass, when Brody returns. The only addition he’s made to his apparel is running shoes. I drag my wandering gaze away from his goody trail as bits of glass crunch under his feet. Saying nothing, he grips my waist and effortlessly plucks me out of the mess, plopping me onto the counter. His fingers accidentally slip beneath the hem of my tank top, and an unexpected rush of heat blooms in my cheeks and between my legs. Shame is a sobering chaser to my unexpected arousal. This man has lost his wife for crissake. What the hell is wrong with me?

I can do that, I offer from my perch as he opens the pantry door and retrieves a broom and dustpan. Ignoring me, he proceeds to sweep up the wet, glassy mess, the muscles in his broad shoulders rolling and flexing as he focuses on his task.

I’ve got it, he grumbles, making his way toward me. There’s a brief pause before he speaks again. Look, lady, I don’t want to sound like a dick here, but I don’t know you. I get that Julia was trying to help when she hired you, but I don’t think this is a good idea. Lily’s in a vulnerable place right now and—

Lady? Did he just lady me? Crossing my arms over my chest, I raise a challenging brow. Look at my resume before you decide you don’t want to hire me, I cut in.

He pauses in the cleanup and shoots me a look that says he’s not used to being interrupted or anyone second-guessing his decisions. Who does he think has been taking care of Lily for the last week while he was at training camp? Who’s been drying her tears when she cries for her mother and asks why she isn’t coming home, because she’s not old enough to comprehend the finality of death? I’m not leaving Lily. Not without a fight.

Before I can tell him as much, a glimpse of bouncing blonde curls catches my eye. Lily, stop! I hop off the counter and sharp pain slices into my foot. I yelp, hobbling another few steps forward, and grab her before she runs through the mess.

Lily, I told you to stay in the chair. Brody’s tone is weighted in worry rather than anger, but Lily doesn’t recognize the difference. Tears instantly fill her big blue eyes, the exact color of her father’s.

I’m sorry, she sniffles. But it was taking so long, and I wanted to play.

I know you do, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to do what you’re told. He walks over and plucks Lily out of my arms. There’s broken glass all over here. And now— He pauses and shoots me a questioning look, as if waiting for me to finish his sentence. When I don’t respond, he asks, What’s your name?

I guess I haven’t introduced myself. Not that I’ve had much of an opportunity. Amelia…

Now Amelia has glass in her foot.

I’m sorry, Mia, Lily cries as Brody carries her out of the kitchen.

It’s okay, I’m fine. Go upstairs and play. I’ll be up in a little bit, and we’ll read a story. I heel-walk to the bathroom, click on the light, and sit on the toilet seat. The shard sticking out of my foot sends a wave of dizziness rolling through me.

Typically, I’m not a fainter, but I’ve never handled the sight of my blood well. Closing my eyes, I tip my head back and take a few deep breaths. I’ll be damned if I’m going to pass out on the toilet. I need to make a good impression on my boss, and so far, it hasn’t gone awesome. I’m still in my freaking pajamas.

When the lightheadedness passes, I open my eyes to find Brody filling the doorway.

How long has he been standing there watching me?

You okay in here?

Yep, just great, I lie. How am I going to get this out without fainting?

You’re pale.

I lived in Minnesota. We’re all pale, I quip. Hopefully he’ll leave before I do anything else to embarrass myself.

He chuckles, and the corner of his mouth twitches. That’s the first hint I’ve seen that Brody has a sense of humor. He enters—uninvited—and I swear the room shrinks.

Hop up on the counter and I’ll take a look.

As much as I want to tough it out, I need help. I maneuver onto the vanity and Brody wastes no time grabbing my ankle and angling my foot in the air. His grip is firm and no-nonsense. Tingling heat races up my thigh like an electrical jolt that unexpectedly arrows between my legs. Startled, I jump, and his gaze darts to mine.

He gives me an arched-brow look that says, Seriously? This can’t hurt, I barely touched you.

But it’s not pain that has my heart pounding and my nerve endings on fire. He lifts my leg higher, tipping me off-balance. My arms shoot out behind me to brace against the cool granite, stretching my top tight across my chest. His eyes shift to mine, checking to make sure I’m all right, but his pupils dilate when they land on my breasts. It’s the briefest hesitation, and if I’d blinked, I would have missed it.

You okay?

There’s concern in his rough, husky voice as his wandering gaze strays up my leg.

Just pull it out.

His eyes dart back to mine, sheepishly checking to see if I noticed his visual slip. I give him a pass because this whole situation is embarrassing enough.

I can’t believe NFL star Brody Evans is touching my leg. Albeit, to extract a piece of glass from my foot, but my hormones aren’t particularly picky on the details. Nor, apparently, did they get the memo about him being my boss, because my pulse is racing, and I’m about to break a— Ouch!

I shoot him a scowl but then he holds up the shard between his thumb and forefinger. Sorry. Sometimes it’s better not to know when it’s coming.

He blindsided me.

The cut doesn’t look too bad. He opens a drawer and pulls out a tube of ointment. After smearing some on the bottom of my foot, he slips on a Band-aid with the practiced ease of a father who’s bandaged his fair share of skinned knees.

Thanks. I’m ready to put some much-needed distance between myself and my boss. But he doesn’t move, and I get the sense there’s something more he wants to say, so I wait him out.

After a moment, he lets out a sigh that sounds a lot like defeat and says, I’ll read your resume.

Before I can respond, he’s out the door, and I’m left feeling like my world has been turned upside-down.

Chapter Two

Brody

What the hell, Julia? I catch an early flight home to find some half-dressed woman in my kitchen making breakfast.

My sister’s laughter does nothing to improve my mood.

Take a deep breath and chillax. Have you even read Amelia’s resume?

Of course, I didn’t read it. As soon as I finished administering first aid, I cleaned broken glass and sticky orange juice up off the kitchen floor. Then I checked on Lily and we had a tea party before I headed to my office, where I promptly called Julia to ask her what the ever-loving-hell was she thinking, abandoning my daughter to some woman who looks like she stepped out of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue.

I mean, come on. That woman cannot be qualified to take care of Lily. This time my sister’s gone too far. I’ve asked her to back off and let it go, but no matter how often she agrees to stop meddling in my love life, she just keeps coming up with more creative ways to push her agenda at me. I’ve been tolerant because she’s my sister. I love her to death, and I know she means well, but this…this is unacceptable.

I left it on your desk.

My gaze strays to the manila envelope, and my silence is the only ammunition Julia needs. Her sigh comes across the line, and I can tell she’s struggling for patience.

Brody, we talked about hiring a nanny for Lily, and you agreed—

"Yeah, I agreed to hire Mrs. Doubtfire, not the next contestant for Miss America."

Are you seriously that big of a tool? You don’t want to hire someone because she’s beautiful? Discriminate much?

I don’t want to hire her because I don’t want a stranger living with me for the next four months, taking care of my kid.

Brody, I love you, but you’re being unreasonable. I adore Lily, you know that, but I can’t put my life on hold to take care of her full-time. I have a career, my boss is getting pissed, and Lily needs stability and routine.

Are you suggesting I quit the NFL? Are you implying I’m a shitty father? It’s nothing I haven’t heard before and read a hundred times in the tabloids. I don’t need to hear it from my sister, too.

God, no. Brody, that’s not what I’m saying at all. You’re a great father. And you shouldn’t have to give up your dreams because of what happened to Stella.

At the mention of her name, it’s like I’m drowning. Anger has become my lifeboat, keeping me afloat in this sea of shit I’ve been swimming in for almost a year. Pulling the packet of papers from the envelope, I start flipping through Amelia’s resume.

I’m just trying to help you, Brody. Please, give Amelia a chance. She’s amazing, and Lily adores her. We were close friends back in college, and we’ve stayed in touch since I graduated. She just finished her master’s in child psychology, and I knew she’d be looking for a job, so I reached out to her. She’s more than qualified to take care of Lily, and I think she can help her deal with losing her mother. You know… Julia’s tone softens, turning a bit hesitant. She could probably help you, too.

I don’t need any help. And the fact that I’m snapping at my sister, who genuinely has my best interests at heart, proves how much help I do need. But she loves me enough not to point that out, and she puts up with my ingratitude when I should be thanking her because, I have to admit—on paper, Amelia Renshaw looks pretty damn perfect.

I hang up with my sister and make a call to my attorney to draft an NDA, wondering if she realizes this isn’t going to be some nine-to-five job. For the next few months, I’ll be gone more than I’m home. I hope she understands what she’s getting herself into. Do I know what I’m getting myself into?

A soft knock on the door interrupts my train of thought. Come in.

The door opens, and Lily bursts inside. My nanny stands in the doorway, a smile gracing her lovely face as she watches my daughter scramble into my lap. This is the first time I’ve seen the woman smile, and it unexpectedly takes my breath away.

This is something I should not be noticing, nor should I be aware of how great her ass looked in those damn booty shorts this morning, or how soft, long, and toned her legs are. I’m trying to forget the generous shape of her breasts and the dusky pink shadow of her nipples that had shown through her tank top. Thankfully, she’s dressed now, but it’s too late. The image is already seared into my brain.

I drag my gaze away and turn my attention to Lily. Her long blonde hair smells like strawberries, and I take a deep breath. She’s the only thing that matters now. My daughter’s happiness—her physical and emotional health are my number one priority. Hey, Lily pad, what’s up?

Mia’s taking me to the park. You wanna come?

I have a million and one things I need to get done after being gone, but none of them are as important as spending time with my little girl.

If you want to take her, I can stay here.

My body responds to the nanny’s stare, flesh heating everywhere her eyes touch as she watches me from the doorway. Goose bumps prickle my hyperaware skin. This isn’t good. Maybe after a year of celibacy, my subconscious recognizes what my heart has refused to

Reviews for The Nanny Rules

[thegenreminx · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

The Nanny Rules is a smoking hot sports romance but it also tackles many difficult subjects such as adultery, loss of a parent, drug addiction, and commitment issues. In this story, Brody is a man whose entire world was devastated when he lost his wife and not for the reasons that would seem obvious. Dealing with the fall-out of his wife’s death has been tough for him but only because he hated to see how his daughter was suffering with the loss. For him, he was okay, but that was only because he was basically just shutting out his feelings on everything that had taken place. His only focus was on his young daughter and that was exactly how he wanted things to be.Unfortunately for him, his sister had other ideas and had hired a nanny, Amelia, and with the introduction of her into his life, everything changed. Besides the very distracting attraction that he had to Mia, she constantly challenged him and just having her in his space brought his past into the forefront of his mind. That was not acceptable to him and he fought not only his attraction to her but his past as well. Brody wanted to keep his heart and his sanity intact and the only way he could do that was by keeping his distance from Mia. Though, with every passing day he found it harder and harder to keep his walls erect because nanny or not, he was finding that, for her, he was willing to break all his rules.Brody and Mia were interesting characters but what really grabbed me was Brody’s daughter Lily, she was adorable. The way that both Mia and Brody interacted with her was endearing and I loved the family dynamic that was created between the three of them. What took away from this story for me was that it loaded with misunderstandings that upped the angst level from the start. I would have preferred for the characters to have a strong connection before the fracturing landmines of poor decision making started to appear. There were many situations where how either Brody or Mia chose to deal with their own issues were worthy of some head shaking. Though, despite this, there was much to enjoy in The Nanny Rules, especially if you enjoy a sports romance that packs the heat! What develops between Mia and Brody could set off a fire alarm and, honestly, how the characters interact with Lily was heartwarming and would appeal to all romance readers. ?This review is based on a complimentary book I received from Xpresso Book Tours. It is an honest and voluntary review. The complimentary receipt of it in no way affected my review or rating.

[pelusa41-1 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

This book wasn't what I was expecting, not that it was bad but again I thought it was going tobe a little lighter. So we meet Brody who has lost his wife a year ago in an car accident where she was found in a car with one of his team mates proving that she was having an affair with him. He comes home to find Amelia a nanny whom his sister has hired. He is attracted to her but fighting it because he does not want to love and go thru suffering and betrayal again. Amelia is also attracted to Brody but really does not fight the attraction instead she seems to throw herself at him and want to convince him that he needs to let the pain go. I wanted to slap her sometimes I get that you want to help and that you like him but have a little self respect.Rcvd and ARC at no cost to author..(netgalley) Voluntarily reviewed with my own thoughts and opinions

[nelispelusa · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

This book wasn't what I was expecting, not that it was bad but again I thought it was going tobe a little lighter. So we meet Brody who has lost his wife a year ago in an car accident where she was found in a car with one of his team mates proving that she was having an affair with him. He comes home to find Amelia a nanny whom his sister has hired. He is attracted to her but fighting it because he does not want to love and go thru suffering and betrayal again. Amelia is also attracted to Brody but really does not fight the attraction instead she seems to throw herself at him and want to convince him that he needs to let the pain go. I wanted to slap her sometimes I get that you want to help and that you like him but have a little self respect.Rcvd and ARC at no cost to author..(netgalley) Voluntarily reviewed with my own thoughts and opinions