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Title: The Daddy Coach
Author: Karen Muir
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: September 9th
About The Daddy Coach:
Hoping to vindicate her brother, botanist Gina Dunn poses as a nanny to the man she believes framed him. Even though she grew up in a dysfunctional home, how hard can it be looking after twin four-year-old boys? If she can nurture rare orchids, surely she can handle this.
Instant fatherhood hits contractor Will Sinclair hard when his twin sons he didn’t know existed come to live with him. The rebellious boys reject Will as their real dad, forcing him to turn to Gina, his new nanny, for her “expert” help.
Interacting with Will and his boys as a “daddy” coach, Gina starts to crave the family she’s always longed to have. But Will’s reaction when he learns of her deception isn’t her biggest fear––one of two men she loves is lying…
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Halfway down the sidewalk a gush of cold water splattered Gina’s back. She shrieked and spun around. Harry stood behind her, his Mega-Monster squirt gun cradled in his arms.
“Knock it off,” she warned. Kids made her nervous.
He grinned. “Can’t get me.”
She paused, knowing as soon as she turned her back, he’d douse her again. No big deal. Cool water actually felt good on this hot summer day. Still, Harry shouldn’t be allowed to get away with this behavior.
He sprayed her again, clearly hoping to lure her into his chase me” game. Briefly, she wondered what a real nanny would do, then shrugged and turned to leave. Four steps later, a splash of cold water hit the back of her neck.
Ignoring the assault, she kept walking. Let the little monster have his moment of triumph. His father roared like a drill sergeant and called his sons ill-behaved. No wonder the kid was a brat.
The awareness stopped her cold. Turning to regard the obnoxious four-year old confronting her, she realized she was looking at the child she herself had once been. Behind Harry’s taunting grin and in-your-face manner was a child desperate to be noticed. A child who cried out, “I’m here. Don’t ignore me.”
She had been a brat for many years too. Ignored and resented by her alcoholic mother, she had learned early on that negative attention was better than no attention at all. Seeing Harry in a ew light, she considered giving the poor kid the acknowledgement he craved. The nanny job was hisntory. What did she have to lose?
Smiling, she moved toward him. “Okay, pardner, you asked for it.”
He dodged out of reach as she passed him on her way back to the porch. Kneeling before the giant toy box, she began taking out items, one by one.
He spoke from beside her. “Whatcha doin’?”
“Looking for the other Mega-Monster. There’s got to be two.”
He watched her for a moment, then left. She was still sorting through the toys, when he reappeared and held out a gun identical to his. She stood to take it from him and turn it on its side. It was empty. “I need ammo.”
“Me too.” He led her to a faucet on the side of the house where they both filled their guns.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Yeah.” Eyes gleaming, he sprayed her in the face.
She returned fire and laughed as he shrugged off rivulets of water that ran down his neck and soaked into his shirt. The guns’ pump-action, continuous spray worked extremely well. She and Harry both got thoroughly drenched in the exchange.
“Can’t get me,” she taunted, running for a nearby pine tree. Harry followed her around the trunk and closed in, saturating the front of her blouse and jumper. She retaliated with a steady stream to his face. Ian chose that moment to join in the fray. Still naked, he pelted Gina and Harry with small pine cones.
The melee progressed into the backyard, as they darted among trees and shrubs amidst squeals and laughter. Gina forgot her high-stakes mission and couldn’t remember the last time she’d acted this goofy. The boys seemed to be having a good time, too.
When she ran out of water, Harry sprayed her mercilessly. Hands up in surrender, she quickly backed away and slammed into a rock-hard body. “Ow!” She pivoted sharply and met the harsh glare of Will Sinclair.
Startled, she pitched backward, her arms flailing to keep her balance. Will grabbed her shoulders and wrenched her close to his chest, then twisted to shield her body with his as they both hit the ground hard. The jarring impact passed up through his body to hers. Air whooshed from her lungs, as she sprawled over him chest to chest, in a tangle of arms and legs.
Gasping for breath, she couldn’t believe this was happening. Only seconds ago, she’d been playing with the boys. Will groaned painfully and shifted beneath her, and she felt his…maleness. She closed her eyes and longed to be far, far away.
A second groan prompted her to act. Scrambling off Will, she pushed against his chest and inadvertently jammed him squarely in the groin with her knee.
Oh, no. His sharp intake of breath told her she’d hurt him. Badly. Wincing, she stood. Will rolled onto his side and curled into a ball, his eyes closed.
“Is he dead?” Harry asked.
About Karen Muir:
A sense of humor was a must when Karen taught elementary grades and Head Start, and she’s always loved books and movies that make her laugh. Karen’s Fish Out of Water series from Entangled Publishing deals with heroines thrust outside their comfort zones. Their first meetings with their heroes tend to be quirky. An English Lit major at the University of Washington, Karen now reads mostly genre novels. Contemporary and historical romances and mysteries are my favorites. She loves camping–out in the wilds and close to nature–with all the comforts of our motor home. Sitting by a clear mountain stream with a good book to read is her idea of heaven.
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