Hump Day Day Hunk with Anna Clifton
He’s a high profile artist, a single dad, and although he won’t admit it – in desperate need of a nanny to sort out his home life.
But is Harry Halligan what you’d call a hunk?
Even after their first meeting, Somer can’t really say for sure.
TALL? Undoubtedly, although leaning on that walking cane’s doing nothing for his posture.
SEXUALLY ATTRACTIVE? Absolutely, if you’re a woman who enjoys being growled at in a father-bear-protecting-his-cubs kind of way.
WELL-BUILT? Seems to be, but it’s hard to tell under all those hobo clothes.
Not that Somer actually cares about Harry’s wardrobe, or his hunk rating. Within hours of starting as his nanny she’s counting down the days till she can escape his home that’s as broken as her last one was.
There’s just one problem.
Harry keeps being…well…Harry.
Not only is he a gorgeous father.
Apparently, behind that growling, father bear exterior, there lies the most dangerous hunk of all – the kind that turns up in your heart before you even know he’s heading in that direction.
Somer dropped her gaze to her book again, but it was no good.
The drawing pad was beckoning to her to pick it up and open it to that last page.
At first she refused its call. She didn’t want to see herself through Harry’s eyes. But after a while the temptation was too great. With a rough sigh Somer leaned over, tugged the pad onto her lap and flipped it open past twenty or so sketches—mostly heart-meltingly gorgeous likenesses of Rosie and Nelson—until she reached the final one. It was then that she stopped breathing.
Flipping to the next page Somer made sure she hadn’t mistakenly turned to a sketch featuring a gloriously stunning model from Harry’s past. But there were no further sketches in the pad, and she was not mistaken. Anyway, the girl in his sketch had to be her with her knees drawn up to her chest and her head bowed over her book, just as she was sitting at that moment.
Somer bit down on her bottom lip. She couldn’t stop looking at herself, and she didn’t try. She’d never thought of herself as particularly pretty, let alone beautiful. Yet somehow, without compromising on likeness, Harry had created an image of her that went way beyond both. Somehow he’d captured within her—twenty-three-year-old country girl, Somer Sullivan—a potent cocktail of worldly allure and unattainability that she refused to believe she possessed.
It wasn’t until her heart beat slowed a little that she noticed the addition to the sketch—a speech bubble in the top right hand corner of the page. It was so small and she’d been so bowled over by her own image she’d almost missed it. In tiny handwriting within the bubble Harry had written, ‘Even though Harry is thoughtless and infuriating sometimes, I don’t seem to be able to stay mad at him for long…’
Making Ends Meet
‘It’s for other reasons that I won’t need a nanny beyond a month.’
Twenty-three year old nanny Somer Sullivan has never had a job quite like this one: fix the messed-up, out-of-control life of high-profile artist and thirty-something dad Harry Halligan. But Somer is organised, efficient and not afraid of a challenge. She will do everything Harry needs her to do, including bringing his ex-wife home for good.
‘One month, Harry, and I’ll be out of here.’
Harry Halligan doesn’t want a nanny, but he needs one—he needs Somer. She’s the only one who can reach his troubled daughter, who can bring some measure of peace to his home. But as Somer advances her mission to fix his life, a few things become clear: his ex-wife might not be the answer, and Somer just might be. But Somer is running like hell from something in her own life and hiding in his.
Only one thing is for sure. Harry now has less than a month to make the hardest decision he’ll ever have to make—a decision that will change all of their lives forever.