Spying Under the Mistletoe is now live!
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She’s a former mafia princess. He’s been hired to track down her family secret…
After escaping my life as a Russian mafia princess, I’ve got everything I could possibly want—other than a family.
So when the Christmas concert at the seniors’ residence where I volunteer is at risk of being canceled, I have a perfect solution. My kindergarten students can perform for them. Because who doesn’t love cute singing kids?
Well, it would be cute if I knew what the heck I was doing. On top of that, one of my grandfather’s enemies has a different future in mind for me, which is putting a major damper on the festivities.
Fortunately, Landon Reed, the sexy substitute teacher, might be the one person who can help me with both situations…
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My mission? Pretend to be a kindergarten teacher and become Chloe’s boyfriend so my team can track down her mafia cousin, the new crime boss who’s gone into hiding.
Except, my time in the Navy SEALs didn’t prepare me enough for this. For one, the last thing Chloe wants is a boyfriend. And what the heck do I know about teaching kids and putting on Christmas concerts?
But when her grandfather’s enemy attempts to kidnap her, the truth becomes a tangled mess—taking my heart along with it.
Because if there’s one thing Chloe doesn’t want, it’s to fall down the rabbit hole of her past. And that’s exactly where we’re heading.
Excerpt:
Landon
“You’re big,” Pigtails announces, looking up at me as though I’m a skyscraper. “You’re bigger than my daddy.”
“He’s bigger than a mountain,” someone else says. I don’t know which one because I’m too busy watching the kid pretending to be an airplane climb onto the table.
“Mister.”
I feel someone tug on my shirt sleeve. I look down to find a kid attached to it.
“Mister.” Tug. Tug. “He’s not supposed to be on the table, and I need to go to the bathroom.” Tug.
“Okay, take your bathroom buddy with you, but come right back once you’ve finished.”
He doesn’t wait for me to say anything else. He goes charging from the room, buddy in tow.
“What’s his name?” I ask Pigtails and point to the kid on the table.
“Trevor. Has Mrs. B had her baby yet?”
“No.” I walk to the table. “Trevor, we don’t climb on the table. Both feet on the floor, please.” I help him down.
A loud shriek rips through the air from the other side of the room. I turn to witness water spraying from the sink, soaking the two kids standing there.