Widower Alexander Cartwright has one thing on his mind—his kids. He plans on keeping it that way until his mother hires a sassy, free spirited nanny to watch them during the holidays.<br/>Art teacher Phoebe Love needs a job and to take a secret time out from her long-term, not always nice boyfriend. She plans to focus on the two boys and figure her situation out, but their father isn’t making that easy on her.<br/>There are three rules I live by: My boys come first, the rest of my family second, and never mix business with pleasure.<br/>I take pride that I’ve never broken these.<br/>Until her.<br/>She’s a wildcard—the type of woman I never chase.<br/>She has no straightforward plan for her life.<br/>Her version of how to be strict with my boys is laughable.<br/>I swear, she selects her outfits based on what tattoo she wants to peek out, just to make me wonder all day what the rest of it looks like against her flesh.<br/>And that blush she somehow has nailed everytime I look at her, wreaks havoc everywhere it shouldn’t.<br/>The most annoying thing about her?<br/>She’s taken by a neanderthal who treats her like crap (based on the phone conversations I’ve secretly overheard).<br/>So I just have to get through the holidays.<br/>Her two month gig can’t be over soon enough.<br/>Or can it?<br/>Holiday Hire is a billionaire single-dad/nanny romance. It’s a slow-burn, steamy, standalone novel with a strict widower father and a fun-loving, carefree nanny. This workplace love story is sure to keep you entertained.