Reasons I need to stop fantasizing about Linnea:

1. She’s too youthful for me.

2. She’s my daughter’s nanny.

I could stop there, couldn’t I? I’m currently a cliché. The one dad who’s sizzling hot for the nanny. Nonetheless it gets worse.

3. She’s my sister-in-law.

My wife died when our little girl was a baby, and Linnea was just a quiet teen. I barely understood her. When my in-laws insist she move to Seattle to be my live-in nanny-after a string of caregivers who didn’t function out-I reluctantly agree.

We wasn’t about Hot Single Dad (Book Boyfriends 3) relying on the cigarette smoking hot blonde with sinful curves, kissable lips, and a shy smile.

Linnea is ideal for my daughter-fun, individual, and kind. She might be ideal for me too, but I can’t think that way. She needs to live her personal life, not end up being saddled with my insta-family.

Being around her is usually a special sort of torture, but I must keep this infatuation to myself. I can’t fall for my daughter’s nanny.

But it may be too late.

***Hot Single Father is a stand-alone love with a make-you-swoon HEA. It includes explicit vocabulary and content material and is intended for a mature audience.***