Nanny Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

She said warmly with a cute smile. "The pleasure is mine.." I replied courteously as I pulled my chair back to sit, facing Abigail at the opposite end of the table. "This this... I don't want this" my kid sis mumbled as she playfully tapped her egg with her rubber fork. I laughed hard when I turned to look at her. "Kiki don't play with your food" I said returning my gaze back at our nanny who was now giggling at Kiki's childish behavior. "So em... of all the jobs out there, why pick a nanny job?" I asked, summoning all the courage I could to sound less nervous as I felt my palms became sweaty.

He led her through the endless halls until they stopped outside a pale blue door, decorated with stickers—stars, rainbows, planets. He knocked softly, then opened the door. Inside, a little girl with unruly brown curls sat cross-legged on the floor, building a Lego fortress. She didn’t look up when they entered. “Ivy,” Damien said gently, “this is Miss Quinn. She wants to be your new nanny.” Aurora moved to her knees, placing herself at the child’s level. She said nothing. Just watched. Ivy glanced at her, then returned to her building. Without a word, Aurora reached into her bag and pulled out a small, porcelain unicorn—hand-painted, no larger than her thumb. She set it beside Ivy’s Lego ca

“Treason, Nana. Treason." “It does not matter. We need to find where I belong or what I am.” She goes on again, rambling. I wish I could exchange her for a more understanding wolf. Pushing my hair to the back of my ear, I flip the page of the new book and read through each line. I roll my eyes and scoff. Romance. How can a character’s first interest be about a man? Doesn’t she love coins? Food? Fashion, or even education? Why must it be a man?

Does she really like Noah's uncle more than Noah himself, can she trust her own confusing feelings to make a right choice and would she be able to give in to a mature man's, for her a new world of pleasure and desires? Will the burning fire of passion destroy them or will it push them to great heights? How will Noah react when he finds out that his uncle is after 'his' girl and what will Helena, Justin's soon to be ex wife do when she finds out that a mere college girl is busy taking her place in Justin's heart? Let's find out and join Justin and Arabella on their rollercoaster ride of a romance!

"You'd better stop this, or I'll fire you and kick you out of my house!" That answered everyone's questions. Whispers started to spread. "Ah, no wonder they share a home. Her mother's his nanny." "She seems decent enough, but she's a gold digger. I can't believe she's claiming Mr. Solomon committed bigamy." "You know women like her. They can do anything for status. If you want them to kill their parents for it, they would do it." I heard everything, and I gave Yvonne a smirk. Her smile was freezing up faster than hot water turning into ice at near absolute zero temperature.

She watched him on the nights when the grief would sneak up on Esme. Spencer would move with a heartbreaking tenderness, gathering his small daughter into his arms. He would rock her, his deep voice a soft rumble singing off-key lullabies or reciting stories from memory, pouring every ounce of love from two parents into one embrace. She knew her place or so she constantly reminded herself. She tried to guard her heart, to remind herself of the contract she’d signed. She was the nanny, a 23 year old girl from a nowhere town, foolish enough to fall for a man who still wore his wedding band on a chain beneath his shirt.

I left the sealed research institute to attend my daughter's graduation, only to stumble upon a scene that froze my blood—my husband's nanny humiliating my daughter in front of everyone. She sneered and declared, "Austin Grant rules over Bexley City." I smiled. "Well, I think that's about to change." … What I couldn't understand was how, during all the years I'd been gone, Austin could let something like this happen. How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter?

I couldn’t tell if she meant it, so I just played along and forced out a giggle. “What’s your name?” she asked, dragging me towards her bed. “My name is Rennie. You can call me Renzy for short.” Immediately, she became serious. “Aren’t you going to make me call you ‘Mom’ or ‘Aunt’ like the rest?” At that point, I understood why nannies couldn’t stay long—because they either wanted to become the wife of the dreamy Mr. Shawn or force their way into the family through his daughter, who would end up chasing them away. Which was pretty messed up—grown women forcing themselves on a man who wouldn’t even think about them, even if his daughter begged him to.

The nanny didn’t know what Charlotte had done in the past—but watching her now, so desperate for affection, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. “Ma’am,” the nanny said, suddenly inspired by something her daughter had told her excitedly the night before. “Hm?” Charlotte responded without looking away from the baby. The nanny leaned in, her voice slightly excited. “Christmas is almost here. Young couples like you and Mr. Chancer usually enjoy new experiences, right?”