They thought they were wrong for each other. That was before she moved in. . . .
Chase: Take it from me, never hire your best friend to be your live-in nanny. Because it’s a lot easier to be friends with a woman who isn’t prancing around your house in yoga pants. As a newly full-time dad, I needed help fast. I knew she was good with kids. And I thought things between us were strictly platonic. Now, with Olivia Stratten crashing in my guest room and steaming up the bathroom with the scent of her shampoo, it’s getting harder and harder—no pun intended—to remember all the reasons we’re supposed to be incompatible.
Liv: When Chase Crayton asked me to watch his five-year-old daughter until he could find someone full-time, I was afraid we’d drive each other nuts. But with Chase’s job on the line, I couldn’t say no. What I didn’t anticipate was how combustible our chemistry would be in close quarters. Neither of us did. After all, we first met on a blind date, and by the end of it, we were laughing about how terrible we’d be as a couple. In the two years since, nothing ever happened between us, not even a kiss—not until last night. . . .
Head Over Heels is a standalone novel with no cheating, no cliffhangers, and a satisfying happily ever after. This ebook includes an excerpt from another Loveswept title.
Sawyer: I’ll do pretty much anything for my son—you should know that right off. After my wife died three years ago, it convinced me of two things: I’m never going through that pain again, and my son needs me to do the work of two parents now. So even though I’m the guy next to “strong, silent, alpha type” in the dictionary, not next to “dad”—yeah: I’m a sucker for whatever makes him happy.
Unfortunately, our recent move to a new town—so my mother-in-law could help out with child care—is making him miserable. Which is why I’m initially pumped to realize there’s another eight-year-old boy next door.
My excitement drains to shock, though, when I realize who the boy’s mom is—a woman I slept with a few weeks ago. You see, since my wife’s death, I keep that stuff neat, clean, and once-only. Plus, this woman is so not my type for anything other than tearing up the sheets. She’s perky, upbeat, and won’t—or can’t—shut up.
But the kids are inseparable, which is how I end up being roped in to Ms. Perky’s endless outings and dinners and… Have I mentioned I’m a sucker?
All I really wanted was to build a fence between our houses so I could avoid her overtures. And instead …
Instead, I find myself trying to one-up her on great places to take the kids.
Instead, we fight like crazy when our kids get busted for fighting—then realize the truth about what really happened, and—well, let’s just say, maybe we’re not as different as I thought.
Instead, I can’t stop noticing the name Ms. Perky doesn’t just apply to her speech patterns, or remembering how crazy-hot that one night we spent together was.
And before long, I’m not so much building a fence as letting her tear mine down.
Until the kids aren’t the only ones begging for sleepovers…
Elle: It so hasn’t been my year.
That’s the first thought I have when I see my new next door neighbor, who also happens to be the one-and-only revenge f—k of my life.
To make matters a thousand times worse, we both have eight-year-old boys, so there’s no escaping each other. And in no time at all, the boys become best friends. Of course. In and out of the two houses, begging for sleepovers—in short, forcing me into awkward conversation with a guy I never would have climbed into bed with if my husband hadn’t left me for his high-school sweetheart and shattered my heart.
Still, here we are, Tall Dark and Silent and me, and it turns out first impressions can be pretty darn deceptive. At first I think he’s as dark inside as his hair and his mood, but then I realize that there’s a warm heart under that cold demeanor. And it turns out that even though Tall Dark and Silent doesn’t have the word “fun” in his vocabulary, he can be taught, folks. And the more time we spend together, the more I enjoy his company, until neither of us can resist reprising that one incredible, steamy night.
But it turns out the fence he wanted to build along our property line isn’t the only wall between us. We’ve both been hurt, pretty badly. When you’ve lost someone you love, it’s not so easy to open your heart again. And I’ve sworn off men who are still in love with the ghosts of their pasts.
So it’s one thing to send the kids off to sleep away camp together. It’s quite another to promise each other a lifetime of sleepovers…