Nicola Rhymes’s dream is to live happily near her husband and have many children. Unfortunately, life hits her hard and her dream turns into ashes: first, the heartbreaking news she can’t have children… then, a bitter divorce. In the end, Nicola decides to become a nanny. She will take care of other people’s children. So, when she accepts the role of nanny for Blake Echols’s little girl, Nicola thinks it will be a walk in the park. Just another job. She soon learns how wrong she is. Blake Echols is obsessed with his work, has a lot of trust issues, and has a greedy ex-wife he wishes would disappear from the face of the Earth. The only bright spot in his life is Iris, his little girl. When Iris’s mother sues for full custody, Blake vows to do everything in his power to keep his baby girl with him, even if it means getting married again to do it. He realizes that not just any woman will do. He needs someone who will love little Iris almost as much as he does. What he needs is gorgeous, sweet, curvy Nicola. Blake convinces Nicola to marry him for Iris's sake. Will they be able to make this marriage of convenience work? Or will their marriage fall to pieces?
View MoreNicola tossed back the covers and sat up. Reaching for her robe, she slipped it on and rose from the bed. She left her bedroom and made her way downstairs to the living room. Once there, she plugged in the Christmas tree and curled up in the couch's corner. As she propped her chin in her hand, Nicola gazed at the illuminated tree and let her mind wander. Thoughts of Blake flooded her head and a warm feeling came over her. Since that afternoon in his office, he began trying to come home every evening in time for dinner. The dark cloud that had settled over their lives disappeared along with Blake's bad mood. Now that things were returning to normal, Nicola found herself thinking about one thing and that was becoming a real couple… becoming wife and husband for real. After that strange wedding night, Blake kept his distance, at least, sexually. He didn’t try in any way to get her into his bed. He said he wanted her entirely, not bits and
Nicola stood at her bedroom window and looked out onto the driveway. The sight of Blake brought a lump to her throat. He was already getting into his car, heading off to another long day at the office. Things between them were just the same as they were the night she confessed her true feelings. ‘I married you because I love you with all my heart.’ She yelled her love at him, and things remained unchanged. And then… his painful confession about his troubled past… About being an orphan… Three days had come and gone since that night in the living room when he had opened up to her. Since that night, Blake had gone out of his way to avoid being alone with her. When he spoke to her, Blake refused to look into her eyes.“We are not so different after all, my love…” she murmured. “So, why are you running away from me? From us?” It hurt the way he was shutting her out. A part of her wished they could go bac
On a cold night, just about a week before Christmas, Nicola was sitting on the floor near the tree, wrapping presents. Other than the fire crackling in the grate, the house was quiet. Little Iris was asleep and Bruce, Alma, and Albert had retired early. While Blake… Well, he was not home yet. Nicola checked the clock above the fireplace and sighed heavily. It was after nine. Lately, he was coming home late, a habit Nicola hated passionately. Why he was working so hard, she did not know. The only thing she knew for sure was that she was worried about him, about his physical health, but most of all, his mental health. Nicola reached for a roll of wrapping paper just as Blake strolled into the living room.“Why are you still up?” he asked. His question, but mostly, the tone he used, bothered her. ‘Because I love you and I’m worried about you, dumbass!’ she thought but did not say it.“Hello to you too, sweetheart. How
A bit anxious, Blake straightened his bowtie and knocked on Nicola's door. ‘I hope this is going to be a birthday to remember…’ he thought while waiting for Nicola. ‘I hope I can make her happy… tonight, at least.’ The door opened. Blake’s blue eyes grew wide and his heart started pounding like a drum. She was breathtaking. A vision in blue. The dress he picked out and bought for her fit Nicola’s body as if it had been made with her in mind. It was sleeveless with a fitted bodice and a long flowing skirt. She wore her hair down and it fell in curls around her bare shoulders. Fighting the urge to bury his hands in the shiny mass, Blake balled them into fists at his sides. He took a step closer and caught a whiff of her perfume.“You look stunning,” he said huskily.“And you're extremely handsome,” Nicola muttered. He kept gazing at her, lost for words.“Blake, thank you for everything… but you didn’t have t
The next morning, after a light breakfast, Blake called the pilot of his jet and informed him that he and Nicola would be at the airport the following morning. Once he hung up, he called the office and checked his messages. There were a few. Making a mental note to return the calls tomorrow afternoon, Blake placed his cell phone on the bedside table. He put the dirty dishes on the food cart and wheeled it to the door. Then, as usual, he left it in the hallway and returned to the room. His cell phone started ringing and he moved toward the bedside table. He picked up the phone and glanced at the screen. There was an unknown number… “Hello?”“‘Hello, Blake.’”“I should’ve imagined… You have a lot of nerve calling me after everything you have done,” he replied coldly. “What do you want, Claire?”“‘I want to know why you married that fat trash.’’” Blake sat down on the side of the bed.“I see you talked to your dear old aunt Rebecca.”“‘Answer the
Hello to you all!I hope you are doing fine and I hope you enjoy this story as much as I love writing it. Thank you so much for your support, your passionate reviews (Bella Jersey, YOU ARE UNIQUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and your precious gems.This is an author’s note for all the readers complaining about the UPDATES. Don’t worry, I will keep it quite short, since I am still working on the next chapters and I don’t want to interrupt the flow.You may not know, but I don’t plan my books in advance. I see the story, but the details come to me while I’m writing. This is how I work. All of my stories are the result of ‘instant inspiration’ (I don’t know if such a thing exists, but it’s the best definition.)So, the fact that one day you see an update made of 2 chapters and the next one made of only 1 chapter is not something I come up with just to annoy the berserk out of you… It just happens… One day I feel inspired to write more, the next I feel less inspired, and… Well, you witnessed the resul
The ringing of the cell phone woke Blake up the next morning. Squinting, he reached over, grabbed the phone off the bedside table, and answered.“Hello?” he said briefly.“‘Good morning, Daddy.’” His anger at being woken up disappeared.“Good morning, sunshine. Are you being good for Alma?”“‘Yep,’” Iris said.“Perfect, baby girl.” Blake threw the covers back and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.“What are you having for breakfast this morning?”“‘Froot Loops.’”“My favorite,” Blake declared. “Did you save some for me?”“‘I did,’” Iris muttered. “‘I saved some for Nik too.’”“Thank you, baby. Can I talk to Alma, please?”“‘Okay,’” the little girl mumbled.“I love you, sunshine,” Blake told her.“‘I love you, too, Daddy.’” While Blake was waiting for Alma to come on the phone, he went through his suitcase and took out a pair of pants and a shirt.“‘Hello, Mr. Blake,’” Alma said, coming on the line a minute later.“Hi, Alma,” Bla
The moment she closed the door, Blake pulled her in his arms. His lips came down on hers, and Nicola sank into him, enjoying the flavor of his mouth as his tongue slipped inside to tangle with hers. He kissed her long and hard, and when Blake increased the pressure, she could feel the tension rising in him. The pounding of his heart matched hers.“Baby, there are so many things I want to do to you,” he mumbled while his lips were still moving, ravaging her mouth. He studied her face. His blue eyes reflected a hot, restless sea of need and desire that easily matched her own as they ruefully met hers. Oh, God… She wanted to feel everything his gaze was promising and more. Nicola moaned, and his breathing changed, came faster, heavier, and before Nicola knew what was happening, he pushed against her and backed her up against the door. Taking both her hands in his, Blake pinned them above her head and pushed a knee betwe
While waiting for Blake, Nicola stood in the hotel's expansive lobby and gazed at her surroundings in complete awe. Everything was grand: the marble columns and statues amongst bubbling fountains, the lush plants in the large containers. She moved toward a bench and sank onto it. Across from her, a crew was busy decorating a giant Christmas tree.“Wow… In about a month, there’s going to be Christmas again…” As she watched them place ornaments on the branches, she thought back to her childhood. Christmas had been a special time in the Rhymes household. Nicola, her sister Madeleine and their mother would decorate the tree and then bake sugar cookies in the shape of Santa's reindeer, stars, stockings, trees, and snowmen. Their father had a knack for showing up just as the first batch came out of the oven. Their mother would put the icing on a cookie and feed it to her husband. She remembered how she and Madele
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