Six Single Dads' Nanny

I signed up for one, and guess how many I got?
- SIX.

Alright, girl. Now, keep calm.
They might be flirty, wild and irresistible, but they are still the Dads of the seven kids I now babysit.
What kids? You ask.
Sorry. Allow me to start over.
When I applied for the position for a nanny, I was for real.
I mean, I majored in Children Psychology, so I am damn serious.
What I didn’t expect, was that signing on for one, had landed me SIX.
That’s SIX drop-dead gorgeous single dads, working with me day in and day out.

The men had formed the Single Dads' Club to ‘shuffle’ their dad duties with their children and had even taken to shuffling their women.
But I won’t be their next target. Nope, I don’t think so.
I am taking care of the children, not the dads.
This can’t happen. No matter how seductive they are.

But with their deep voices and soul-penetrating eyes, staying off Santa’s naughty list just became so much harder.
I need them to do filthy things to me.
Fill me up, turn me over and do whatever they have in mind to me.
And when their little act of seduction turns into something serious, we start to like one another a little too much.
Perfect start to the holidays, huh?

But when that one anonymous letter was sent to my door, I couldn’t take it any longer.
I knew that good things don’t come easy.
I was right. They have a HUGE secret, and it’s about to ruin Christmas for everyone.