nanny

This woman smells like lavender and gun oil

PLEASE WELCOME BEST-SELLING AUTHOR SUSAN GABLE!!

Rafael Silva built an empire on control. Billion-dollar acquisitions. Boardrooms that bow. A glass penthouse high above Denver where his seven-year-old daughter, Ellie, should have been untouchable.

Then someone photographed Ellie’s empty classroom chair. And every wall he’d built meant nothing.

Raya Baptiste doesn’t do walls. A graduate of the Norford Academy and an elite protection specialist, she has guarded heads of state, stopped assassination attempts, and learned to move through wealthy homes like a ghost. She really is the nanny — she’s just also the most dangerous person in the building. Her mission is simple: keep one little girl alive.

The complication is her employer.

Rafe doesn’t trust easily. Raya doesn’t stay. Ellie doesn’t count on anyone, because the nannies always leave.

But when the threat escalates from surveillance to siege, the woman hired to protect his daughter becomes the one person Rafe can’t protect himself from — the one who sees through every wall he’s ever built.

In a world of bulletproof glass and billion-dollar fortresses, the most dangerous thing in the room is the truth: that the invisible woman might be the only one worth being seen by.

EXCERPT:

Three weeks in. Rafe’s daughter has just been driven away to safety, and he is alone in an elevator with the woman he hired to protect her.

The elevator doors closed and Rafe made his mistake. He turned to look at her.

She stood closer than he’d registered. The elevator was smaller than it seemed from outside, and with his body angled toward her the distance was less than two feet, and she faced the doors but knew he’d turned, he could tell by the quality of her stillness, the slight realignment of awareness she couldn’t hide from someone who’d spent three weeks learning to read her.

His daughter was in a car driving away from him. His chest paralyzed from a seven-year-old’s parenting advice. And Raya Baptiste stood twenty inches away with her hands at her sides and her posture rigid and the faintest trace of strawberry shampoo from her shoulder where Ellie had held on this morning.

He took one step. Not closing the distance so much as making it honest.

She turned her head.

Their eyes met. For the length of one held breath, neither of them moved. Then his gaze dropped — just for a moment, just long enough — to her mouth. He looked back up.

She’d seen it. Of course she’d seen it. This was Raya Baptiste, who missed nothing. She looked at him with an expression he hadn’t seen before. Not the professional stillness, not the tactical read. Something more careful than either of those. Something that took its time.

The moment stretched.

Then she shook her head. Small. Almost nothing. The same measured gentleness she used when she needed Ellie to understand something without feeling bad about not knowing it yet.

Not this. Not now.

The gentleness hit worse than a harder refusal would have. A hard no he could’ve pushed against. This was her being kind about a door she was closing. That kindness landed like a blade.

He turned back to the doors. Kept his hands where they were.

The elevator climbed.

Susan Gable was practically born with a book in her hand and hasn’t put it down since. As a kid she devoured her Weekly Reader Book Club deliveries — bonus points if they came with records.

After ten years of wrangling elementary students, and one unforgettable year of homeschooling her own son, Susan decided writing fiction was cheaper than therapy. She spent a decade writing for Harlequin before reclaiming her rights and going independent, which means she’s navigated both sides of publishing and has opinions about each.

Thousands of pages later, she’s a USA Today bestselling author whose books have been RITA® and Golden Heart® finalists, Romantic Times Best Superromance of the Year nominees, and National Readers’ Choice Award winners. She’s sold nearly a million copies worldwide.

Susan writes hard, real-life subjects — grief, adoption, the families we build when the ones we’re given don’t hold — with warmth, wit, and an ending that sends you off feeling good. Her readers describe her books as the ones that make them laugh, cry, and occasionally snort out loud.
She’s currently writing the Broke to Billionaires series: four self-made men, the women who turn their worlds upside down, and the trouble that has a way of finding the very wealthy.

She lives in Erie, Pennsylvania, with her husband, her dog, her cat, and a book collection that has outgrown the house. A Pennwriters member since 2000, she teaches craft and marketing workshops for writers.

TITLE The Billionaire’s Ninja Nanny
SERIES Broke to Billionaires, Book 1
AUTHOR Susan Gable
GENRE Contemporary romantic suspense
HEAT LEVEL Warmer than sweet, love-story-first. Open-door but mild — two short scenes,
both easily skipped.
LENGTH Approximately 110,000 words
FORMATS Ebook and paperback
EBOOK PRICE $4.99
BUY LINK books2read.com/GableNinjaNanny
FREE SAMPLE Read Chapter One at SusanGable.com
AUTHOR SITE SusanGable.com
CONTACT Susan@SusanGable.com

The latest from Cynthia Terelst!

Coming out July 31, 2023!

Love can heal the scars on your heart

Lachlan

So what if I’ve gone through four nannies in three short years? I know what’s best for my children and it’s not the nanny my mother and ex-wife have hired.

Peyton may be all kinds of beautiful but she is totally unsuitable—city girl, former doctor and no experience.

Problem is, everybody loves her. I don’t want to feel the same; one failure at love is enough. Besides, I have a duty to my family and the farm.

Except the more I spend time with her, the more I’m drawn to her honesty and bravery. I need to remember, a farm is no place for a woman like Peyton; she will not stay.

Peyton

After an accident put an end to my surgical career, I jumped at the opportunity to be a nanny. Moving to Australia will get me away from my controlling family. It’s time I start making my own decisions.

But falling for my boss is not the wisest one I could make, even if it feels right. It doesn’t hurt that his singing makes my panties melt.

Everything is perfect—I feel heard and seen for the first time (and I don’t just mean my scars).

I’m where I belong…until my family get involved. Then I’m left with no job and no home.

Now I need to make the biggest decision of all—stand up to my family, choose my happy and fight for love.

**This is a standalone romance with medium heat**

Excerpts:

Two figures made their way down the stairs. I knew Ann instantly from our video calls.

The man beside her was striking. Sunlight glinted off his thick golden-brown hair like surgical blades would shine under focused lighting. He was tanned and muscular with tattoos down one arm, a mixture of black and white and colour, indistinct at this distance. Wowsers, I didn’t know farmers looked like that. I blushed. While Ann oozed warmth, he oozed stoic resignation.

***

“Peyton.” Lachlan’s voice aroused me from my sleep. I forced my eyes open. I was lying on the couch. Where were the kids? Lachlan reached out for the remote and turned the TV off. I must have fallen asleep during the movie.

“It’s time for bed,” he said.

I didn’t want to move. My eyes were awake, but the rest of my body was in slumberland. My eyes wanted to follow. 

“Do I need to carry you to bed like the kids?”

I let out a soft laugh. “I’m quite a lot heavier than a child.” 

“You don’t think I could?”

“No.”

Before I could swing my legs around to sit up, Lachlan had lifted me from the couch. I yelped. Then to help him with my weight, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I breathed in grass and man. Good man, not just aftershave and cleanliness. Earth and strength.

I melded into him, swaying with every step he took. Being in his strong arms, I felt secure. I shouldn’t feel like this. But I didn’t try to jump out of his arms. What was I doing? 

“Show off,” I mumbled against his shoulder.

“Just proving you wrong.”

He walked into my room and made his way to my bed.

“Is it wrong to like you?” I asked. My heart beat fast in my chest. Would he think I was stupid?

He lay me down on the bed. His face was shadowed. Was he going to answer?

“No, it’s not wrong.”

He bent down and kissed my temple softly.

Oh, the sweetness of it. I sighed. My eyes closed as my body floated in bliss. 

“I like you too.”

Was I dreaming?

I opened my eyes. He was gone.

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Author Bio

Cynthia Terelst is an Australian author based in regional Queensland, where the sun shines 283 days a year. She is a document controls manager by day and a writer by night. Her contemporary romance novels share a little bit of history, some Australian scenery and a whole lotta love. Cynthia does not shy away from difficult topics, as she feels they should not be ignored.

Terelst has published seven books in her Love Down Under Series and has added short stories to multiple anthologies. She refers to her writing style as heat with heart. Her stories will leave you feeling warm and hopeful.

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