It’s the book I had no idea I was writing… until I’d started writing it.
No, seriously. This story came out of nowhere for me. There I was, happily working on the next part of the Downing Cycle… when BAM.
Thomas Whittaker popped up and would not. Shut. Up. Next thing I knew… I had nearly 40,000 words of Thomas’s story. I added another 25,000 in the next draft, expanding Kieran Corvey’s side of the tale.
I jokingly call this my tropey romance – and it is, it so very much is. I mean… we’ve got a single dad (Thomas) who needs help with his precocious and precious 6-year-old daughter. We’ve got a snarky sister who is desperate to set her little brother up on the eve of her own marriage. And we’ve got adorable, spunky, wary Kieran – who needs the cash that Thomas is offering, and has been burned in love before.
And a coffee shop. That classic mainstay of all Romantic AUs everywhere.
Need more? Scroll down a little… and you’ll find an excerpt from the book. But first, the nitty gritty:
The Omega Nanny is a stand-alone Omegaverse story with an HEA mpreg ending. (That’s Happily Every After, male pregnancy ending, in case you were wondering.) It runs 281 pages, and is available for pre-order on Amazon Kindle for $1.99. It’ll be available for purchase or borrowing for FREE via Kindle Unlimited on April 26, 2016.
(I also have a limited number of ARCs still available, if you can’t wait that long. Email me now, operators are standing by. Okay, it’s just me, but I’m not really planning on going anywhere today.)
And you’ve been so patient! Here’s your sneak peek of Kieran and Thomas, at the end of one of Kieran’s first few days of nannying… and it might already be too late for him to walk away!
Kieran took his coat off the hook in the laundry room, and stepped back into the room, so he could hear Thomas sing Jessie her lullaby. He had a nice voice – not particularly beautiful or strong, but deep and confident from having sung the lullaby for the last six years. Kieran took his time pulling on his coat, and remembered, briefly, the cold he’d felt earlier, and how that chill had disappeared the minute Thomas had walked in.
As if he’d been the one Kieran was instinctively missing, to feel completely at ease in foreign territory. Which was ridiculous – the entire reason the territory was foreign was because it belonged to Thomas. Thomas’s presence shouldn’t have made it more comfortable; it should have made it less comfortable.
All the same. Kieran didn’t want to go just yet. He lingered, listening, knowing full well that when Thomas was done, he’d come downstairs, and find him waiting there.
Kieran knew he should zip up his jacket and slip out before Thomas reached the end of the song. Play it safe and not give into the temptation to wait and see Thomas one more time before the night was over.
Instead, he waited, and listened as Thomas closed Jessie’s door. Kieran’s nerves tingled as Thomas came down the stairs, slow and steady, and Kieran could barely remember why he’d thought it was a good idea to wait. By the time Thomas crossed the living room to lean against the doorframe on the opposite side of the room, his gaze never leaving Kieran’s face, Kieran could barely breathe for nerves.
“You shouldn’t have left so quickly last night,” Thomas said. It was almost a whisper, deep and dark with promise. A line straight out of every horrible porno Kieran had ever heard about.
Kieran nearly jumped out of his skin. He stared, wide-eyed, and every single instinct that had been telling him all along, no, no, stay, it’s totally cool was suddenly in complete rebellion.
“I… what?” he asked, his voice high-pitched and uncertain, and somehow that was enough to break the strange feeling in the room.
“Sorry, I… I meant that Connie wanted to give you a ride home.”
Kieran let out a long breath. “Oh. Okay. Just…” He ran a hand over his hair. “My mind went somewhere else when you said that, you know?”
“Not really,” admitted Thomas. Sweet innocence looked adorably ridiculous on him, thought Kieran, and he was glad Jessie-ville was in between them. “I know I startled you.”
Kieran laughed, not entirely at ease just yet. “Well, that and one of the worst pick-up lines from porno history ever, yeah.”
Thomas’s mouth fell open, and he groaned and leaned against the doorframe. “Oh, God. I didn’t mean it that way.”
“I know,” Kieran assured him. “It’s nice of Connie to want to drive me home, but… it’s okay. I don’t live that far away.”
Thomas frowned. “I thought you lived on the other side of town.”
Kieran was about to shake his head when he realized what Thomas meant. Your parents live on the other side of town. Which they did. Which Thomas obviously thought was where Kieran lived as well. Which in any other circumstance, as an unbonded omega – he would have.
“I mean,” said Kieran hastily, “I’m fine. I can take care of myself.”
“I never doubted it,” said Thomas.
Kieran felt the rush of warmth over his skin again as the words hung in the air between them for a long moment. He was still on edge, just a bit – every muscle in him might have been warm and comfortable, sure, but there was something that stayed wary and cautious all the same. As if it was waiting for Thomas to spring, even though Kieran absolutely believed that Thomas wouldn’t move until the door had shut between them.
“Thanks,” said Kieran. “Um. See you tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” said Thomas, and smiled for maybe the first time since Kieran had met him.
He looked… happy, when he smiled. Handsome, strong, and friendly.
He looked safe.
Oh, shit, thought Kieran, and his resolve began to slip as the strange pull that urged him closer to Thomas began to take over, as tense and uncertain as a rubber band drawing them together.
There is no way you are going to stay impartial about this man. If you’re smart, you’ll quit now before it’s too late.
And then Thomas took a step closer – one hand outstretched as if to reach for Kieran, to draw him in. Kieran could already feel the way the fingers would curl around the back of his neck, gentle but unassuming pressure, pulling him in. Tilting his face up, reaching down for a kiss….
“Kieran,” said Thomas, low and so unbelievably open, Kieran could hear the unmistakable sound of longing in them. “Do you….”
The words almost bubbled right out of him – but before Kieran could say a thing, he pushed back on the laundry room door and shut it behind him as quickly as he could.
It was freezing in the little laundry room. Kieran stood in the dark, felt the cold creep on his exposed hands and face, and felt warm enough that he wasn’t shivering at all.
“Oh, Thomas,” groaned Connie, on the other side of the door. “You let him go again?”
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