Today we have the release blitz for Karen Muir’s THE DADDY COACH! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
About The Daddy Coach:
Hoping to vindicate her brother, botanist Gina Dunn poses as a nanny to the man she believes framed him. Even though she grew up in a dysfunctional home, how hard can it be looking after twin four-year-old boys? If she can nurture rare orchids, surely she can handle this. Instant fatherhood hits contractor Will Sinclair hard when his twin sons he didn't know existed come to live with him. The rebellious boys reject Will as their real dad, forcing him to turn to Gina, his new nanny, for her "expert" help. Interacting with Will and his boys as a “daddy” coach, Gina starts to crave the family she's always longed to have. But Will's reaction when he learns of her deception isn’t her biggest fear––one of two men she loves is lying…Get Your Copy:
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Exclusive Excerpt:
On the family room couch, Ian and Harry flopped down on either
side of Gina and snuggled close. She put her arms around them and read Where
the Wild Things Are. The boys grew quiet. Good sign. They were drowsy.
When she finished a second story, their eyes were closed. Finally.
I've worn them out.
She'd give them a minute to sink into deep sleep, then
resume what might be her last search of the house. Leaning her head back on the
couch, she closed her eyes. She would start with Will's black filing cabinet.
In her mind's eye she saw herself opening the top drawer.
A swarm of butterflies flew out, and Harry and Ian leaped
to catch them, squealing and knocking over several block towers. The center
drawer of the desk began spewing black smoke. She grabbed a potholder to wrench
it open with one hand, while picking up the jangling phone with the other.
Will's velvet voice purred in her ear. "How's it going?"
"Just great!"
The boys became burning bundles in her arms, and she grew
uncomfortably warm. She lifted her head and opened her eyes to check Harry.
Sleeping soundly, he looked innocent and sweet, not at all the bratty beast
who'd confronted her yesterday with his water gun. She ran her fingers through
his hair and across his damp brow. She turned to do the same to Ian, then
sensing movement, glanced up to see Will approaching slowly.
Caught in the cross-hairs of his gaze, she froze. He stopped in
front of her and slowly loosened his tie. A surge of attraction stirred low in
her belly. Why did she find this man so compelling? Framing Kyle meant he had
the morals of a snake.
"Sorry to wake you." His midnight soft voice held a hint
of laughter.
"No problem." Damn. He was here, and her
chance to search the rest of his house was gone.
The twins stirred at her sides and awoke.
"Hi, guys," Will said. "How was your day?"
Harry rubbed his eyes. "Ian broke the window."
"Gina broke the washing machine," Ian countered.
“We had ants for lunch.”
Stunned, Gina looked from one boy to the other. The debrief
continued.
"Gina said a bad word."
"Two times," Ian confirmed.
At the shock in Will's eyes, she groaned. She was toast.
He knelt to examine the stack at her feet. "I see you got
some books.
"Yeah, we went to the library," Ian said."
Harry was not done ratting her out. "We made cookies and got
flour all over the floor."
Ian frowned. "They were black."
"We had a water fight."
"Gina wore your pajamas." Hands over their mouths, the
boys snickered.
Will stood, his brows raised. Her cheeks burning, Gina studied the
carpet. "Sounds like you had a busy day," he said.
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "It was cool."
Gina smiled. It had been cool, but she was going to be
fired for a dozen reasons. Time for a quick exit. She scooted off the couch and
turned to the boys. "Thanks for letting me spend the day with you
guys."
She shook their limp hands. "Goodbye, Harry. Goodbye,
Ian."
Disappointed frowns replaced their smiles, and guilt gnawed her.
She had earned the boys' trust and now she was leaving.
“I’ll see you out,” Will said.
“No need.” But he and the boys trailed her to the door, as she
kicked herself for botching her one-day trial. Maybe it was for the best. Ian
and Harry were troubled boys who needed a real caregiver with lots of kid
skills, not a clueless pseudo-nanny who was out to nail their dad.
She reached the front door and turned to give the boys a parting
wave.
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