Thanks so much
for having me on your blog with my new release Sunshine and Love. Like all of the
MM stories I’ve written so far this one took me by surprise.
I’d found a
yummy man candy pic to share with my reader group the RavDor Chicks. This hunk
to be precise.
Source:
(https://www.pinterest.com/pin/243757398558965893/)
I wondered
what hero he might be, and in our ensuing brainstorming session we came up with
the following. He was a Dom, struggling with who he was. A single dad in need
of a nanny. Oh and wouldn’t it be cool if this was a MM….
That’s all
it took for my muse to sit up, rub her hands in glee, and force my fingers to
the keyboard.
Sunshine
and Love was born, and I had oodles of fun, and also shed a tear or two in the
writing of this story. Hopefully, you lovely readers will go through the same
emotions.
As an
aside, if you’ve read Under his Boss, you will also recognise a few familiar
names, as they make an appearance in this story. J
Now, to
quote Jordan…Sunshine and Love is all you need….
Blurb:
He needs a
nanny not a submissive…
Aaron
Gibson is struggling with his many hats—single dad, business owner, Dom. His
desperate search for a suitable nanny for his daughter Sunshine grinds to a
halt when Jordan Carole walks into his office.
This inked
biker is certainly not your ordinary kind of nanny, but the man’s instant
rapport with his daughter convinces Aaron that Jordan is perfect for the job.
All Aaron has to do is keep his hands off his nanny—simple, right?
Well, it
would be if the two men could ignore the combustible, sexual tension between
them. Jordan wants nothing more than to be allowed to take care of his new boss
and his adorable baby.
If only he
could convince the stubborn man that Sunshine and Love is all they need.
Story Excerpt:
Aaron
swiped the unwelcome tears off his face and hugged the precious bundle in his
arms tighter.
“Sorry,
kiddo, it’s just you, me and Auntie Kenna now.” His daughter screwed up her
little button nose, as though she was disgusted with that idea, and Aaron
laughed.
“Yeah,
I know, not the most appealing process, is it baby girl?”
“I
don’t know, that depends on your view point.” The deep gravelly voice with the
hint of an accent he couldn’t place shook Aaron out of his morose thoughts, and
he spun round to face the intruder to his office. He was all ready to give him
a piece of his mind, but the words stuck to the roof of his mouth, when he took
in the new arrival.
At
least six foot three of lean muscle, the stranger smiled at him. The action
exposed enticing dimples in his hard jaw. It was the incongruous sight of this
man holding Sunshine’s bottle in one hand, and a motorbike helmet in the other,
however, that really got to Aaron.
The
biker put down his helmet, shrugged out of his jacket, and taking the lid of
Sunshine’s bottle, tipped it to test the temperature of her feed on his wrist.
The action exposed the swirling designs of this man’s ink, and his biceps
flexed as he ran a hand through his straggly brown hair, and then took a step
toward Aaron.
“Hope
you don’t mind, but I was waiting outside and couldn’t help but overhear. As
your assistant was busy showing the so called nanny out, I took the liberty of
finishing off the baby’s bottle. If you hand her over, I’ll feed her. The way
she’s sucking on that fist, she’ll erupt any minute now, and knowing babies, we
won’t be able to hear ourselves think, let alone try and have a conversation, Sir.”
The
unexpected intonation on the title further caught Aaron off guard, and he
handed Sunshine over without protest, when the biker stepped so close that his
scent invaded Aaron’s nostrils. Sunshine, leather, oil, and that unmistakable
aroma of virile man that meant most of Aaron’s blood shot south, and his dick
sat up and took notice. A most unwelcome development, considering where they were,
and the fact that this man was currently feeding little Sunshine with a
practiced ease that spoke of years of experience.
“Right,
yes, and you are?” he asked. The biker flashed him another quick grin, before
he dropped his gaze to Aaron’s collarbone and kept it there. The inherently
submissive tell meant that Aaron grew hard as nails, and clearing his throat,
Aaron sought refuge behind his desk to hide his body’s reaction to this man. He
gestured to the chair opposite for biker man to sit down, and after another
quick glance up the stranger did so.
“Jordan
Carole, and your four o’clock appointment, I believe. At least that’s when
Kenna said I should come here,” he said. “I was waiting my turn when everything
seemed to kick off, and pardon me saying, Sir, I’m mighty glad you kicked that
sorry excuse of a nanny out of here. Fancy wanting to put a newborn on a feeding
schedule, let alone a preemie. The daftest thing I ever did hear.”
He
glanced up again, rewarding Aaron with a glimpse of warm, amber eyes, which
crinkled up into laughter lines. This was a man who smiled easily, and despite
appearances clearly knew what he was doing, if the contented sucking noises
coming from Sunshine were anything to go by.
“Quite
so.” Aaron said, and Jordan smiled, put the bottle on the desk, and lifted the
baby up to wind her.
“She
doesn’t wind easily.” His daughter called Aaron a liar, when she immediately
gave a huge burp, and Aaron shook his head in amazement.
“How
the hell did you do that? It takes me hours to get her to burp, let alone take
a freaking bottle, and then the minute we’re finished she wants another one.”
“Ah, can’t tell you that, Sir. Trade secret, see.”
Jordan
Carole winked at him, and then turned his attention back to Sunshine.
“Like I
said I couldn’t help but overhear your earlier exchange, and if you’re looking
for a more holistic approach to bringing up your daughter, than I’m your man,
so to speak.”
Aaron
groaned under his breath at the erotic images that immediately assaulted his
brain at those innocent enough words, and he picked up the stack of CVs on his
desk. Anything to take his mind out of the gutter. Sure enough there on the
top, sat the CV of one Carole, Jordan. He’d assumed the applicant was a woman,
not one prime specimen of male hunk that reminded Aaron of how long it had been
since he’d last had sex. Way before Sunshine’s mum Hope had found the first
lump, that’s for sure. She’d been just eight weeks into her much wanted
pregnancy then.
Aaron
cleared his throat to get rid of the lump of emotion lodged in his throat, and
when he looked up it was to find Jordan watching him.
“I’m
truly sorry for your loss. Kenna filled me in on the details, and as I’m
available right now, she thought I might be the solution you’re looking for. As
you can see I have plenty of experience, and I would be more than happy to
serve you … I mean your daughter, Sir.”
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Author bio
Doris is a writer of
sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines
who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi,
BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for
the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine
in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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