Bad Nanny

"He's a bad boy … and a nanny."


Holy sweet baby Jesus.


I don't know anything about taking care of kids.

I pierce nipples, navels, and noses for a living.

I've never even held a baby before.  Not once.  Never changed a diaper or cleaned up a skinned knee.  Hell, I don't even want kids.  I'm more of a drifter, a once in a lifetime lover, and then I move on.

Family?  Commitment?  Nuh uh, no way.


Tough sh*t, though, because my brother and his kids need me.  Desperately.

I never thought to wonder if I might need them, too.

That I might need her, this strange woman I met at a playground.

Brooke Overland.

She doesn't know I'm not a professional nanny, but what am I supposed to do now?


She hired me; I took care of her sister's kids for her; I f*cked her.

My life is so screwed-up.


***BAD NANNY is a 109,000 word full-length novel with NO cliff-hanger and a happy ending.  If you like sexy bad boys (with a nerdy side), hairless cats, and virgin strippers, then this is your next five star read!  This book contains scorching hot love scenes, a little exhibitionism, and a lot of laughs.  (Book #2: GOOD BOYFRIEND coming soon!)***


ALSO BY C.M. STUNICH (and her pen name, Violet Blaze)

-Stepbrother Inked (by Violet Blaze, a bad boy romance about a hot tattoo artist)

-Tasting Never (a new adult/college romance)

-Real Ugly (a gritty rockstar romantic suspense)

-Kicked (a new adult football romance)


"BAD NANNY" EXCERPT


I cup the sides of Brooke's throat, hold that beautiful neck in my inked up hands and tilt her chin up with my thumbs.  Neither one of us speaks, and it's hot as h*ll.  Her breath feathers against my mouth as I hover mine inches from her face, just feeling the warm, frantic breaths that escape her lips.  When her hands drop to my jeans and start to undo my belt, I wait there with a sinful smirk slashing across my lips as she lets my c*** spring free from my jeans and wraps her hand around it.

Brooke tries to kiss me, but I hold her still, both hands on her throat, thumbs gently running over her lower lip and down her chin.  She makes that frantic little sound that drove me crazy last time and I press my forehead against hers, closing my eyes as I let the pleasure of her hand wash through me.

“I can't,” Brooke whispers, but I keep my hold on her, firm but gentle.

“Sure you can,” I whisper back as she strains for my lips and I let her brush against them, just enough to make her pulse jump beneath my hands.  Her tongue slicks across my lower lip, but I don't let it go any further, pushing my hips forward so that my c***'s trapped between us.  Brooke grapples clumsily to get the job done, but h*ll if I don't like it, if I don't push my pelvis into her touch.