Dani is a strong incredibly smart talented woman who trusts and falls in love with the wrong guy. Four years later she’s finally ready to put her life back together and gets an unexpected surprise for her birthday. Emil is astounded when he meets Dani for the first time. A great story that gets emotional a few times and a perfect ending. – Amazon Review
Billionaire. CEO. Single dad.
And, apparently, my date to Manhattan’s most exclusive ball.
I thought my invitation was a birthday present from my best friend.
The dress, the limousine, the red carpet… I thought they were meant for me.
That was mistake number one.
Then my date arrives, all gleaming cufflinks and tousled hair, steely blue eyes and a body honed to masculine precision.
Arrogant. Charming. Panty-melting.
And melt, they do. Hanky-panky with a rich hottie in the back room of the event I’m crashing?
Don’t mind if I do.
Listen, don’t judge me. It’s my birthday, remember? Nothing that happens tonight counts in real life.
That’s mistake number two.
Because the next morning, I start my new job as the nanny for a high-profile client.
And my new boss, the owner of this swanky Manhattan penthouse, and the father of these two adorable hellions?
Yup. Mr. Hanky-Panky.
But the biggest mistake of all?
Staying with him.
Working for him.
Letting my guard down, falling for him…
And crashing. Splat.
Oh—then I find out I’m pregnant.
About the Author
Lilian Monroe lives in a luxurious jungle treehouse surrounded by lush greenery, with an army of scantily-clad men with rippling abdominal muscles ready to attend to her every need.
No, wait. That’s not true.
Lilian Monroe spends her days dangling her feet into her pool, while a scantily-clad pool boy with rippling abdominal muscles feeds her chocolate-covered strawberries and massages her back.
Okay, okay. You got me. That’s not true, either. Let’s try again.
Lilian Monroe lives at home with her two children, three dogs, and twelve chickens. Her husband likes to work shirtless in the back yard. His sweaty, gleaming abdominal muscles ripple with every movement and he—
I’m sorry, I have to stop. Fine, I’ll admit it. That one isn’t true, either.
How about this: Lilian Monroe loves thinking about men with rippling abdominal muscles serving her hand and foot, and she wants you to think about them too! She is an avid reader, writer, and lover of all things romance.
She loves everything from bad boys to billionaires. Her books are packed with sizzling-hot heat, action, suspense, and everything from second chances to single dads. She hates cheating and loves a good happily ever after (and rippling abs).