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The Nanny’s Starring Role
Amid growing threats to their high-profile family, studio boss Dex Hunter takes custody of his little brother—and tries to put his routine as a Hollywood player on hold. Too bad his brother’s new nanny, Shelby Scott, is so easy on the eyes! Soon Dex will do anything to keep Shelby by his side. But when it comes to men, Shelby made a pretty big mistake back home, one that she isn’t about to repeat. Now Dex needs to prove he’s ready to settle down if he wants to heat things up.
“You’re Planning To Kiss Me Again. And I’m Afraid I Might Kiss You Back.”
If that happened, and things got out of hand then turned irretrievably sour, Shelby would have no one to blame but herself.
That night when their lips had brushed, time had wound down, hormones had sat up and, for that moment, the urge to surrender it all had been hypnotic. They’d barely kissed and yet never in her life had she felt that level of raw sexual need. She’d been gripped so soon, so tight, her reaction afterward had been just as fierce.
Reaching forward, she swept the bag off the floor. “I don’t want to complicate things.”
As Dex came to stand before her, those wonderful, frightening feelings sparked again. When his fresh male scent slipped into her lungs, she held her breath and skirted around him.
Leaning back against the lounge, he crossed his arms and ankles. Relaxed. In control. Insufferable…and irresistible.
Dear Reader,
Welcome to the second installment of The Hunter Pact series where you’ll meet—and fall in love with—the brother with a laid-back, playboy bent…Dex Hunter.
Back in Sydney, Australia, the life of Dex’s father—legendary media mogul Guthrie Hunter—is still in danger. While leads relating to those assassination attempts are being followed, for safety’s sake, the youngest of the clan has been ferried far away. Moviemaking boss Dex is excited to have his little brother come stay in Hollywood.
One problem. He needs a babysitter—pronto. Someone reliable, who adores energetic five-year-old boys. Straight-shooter Shelby Scott seems the perfect choice…and for more than one reason. Dex believes Shelby might be the hottest woman he has ever met. However, he is determined not to get romantically involved with his nanny, no matter how tempting.
After an embarrassing incident she can never live down, Shelby left her small hometown of Mountain Ridge, Oklahoma, to find a brand-new life in L.A. Making do in a waitressing position until something better comes along, Shelby can’t believe her luck when one of the regulars needs a live-in to mind his little brother for a spell. It isn’t long before Shelby doubts her decision. Sexy Dex Hunter is a lady magnet. Worse, he’s proving irresistible to currently down-on-men Shelby, as well. When Shelby plans to duck back to Mountain Ridge to check on her ailing father, she envisages her visit as an ultra-private affair. However, when Dex accompanies her, their steamy secret love affair breaks out into the open. All kinds of ghosts and regrets from both sides of their pasts start to boil and bubble up, too.
I hope you enjoy Dex and Shelby’s journey toward their happily-ever-after! Stay tuned for the third brother Wynn Hunter’s story coming soon.
Best wishes,
Robyn
Robyn loves to hear from her readers at www.robyngrady.com and on Twitter @robyngrady.
Robyn Grady
Temptation on His Terms
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ROBYN GRADY
was first published with Harlequin in 2007. Her books have since featured regularly on bestseller lists and at award ceremonies, including a National Readers’ Choice Award, a Booksellers’ Best Award, CataRomance Reviewers’ Choice Award and Australia’s prestigious Romantic Book of the Year Award.
Robyn lives on Queensland’s beautiful Sunshine Coast with her real-life hero husband and three daughters. When she can be dragged away from tapping out her next story, Robyn visits the theater, the beach and the mall (a lot!). To keep fit, she jogs (and shops) and dances with her youngest to Hannah Montana.
Robyn believes writing romance is the best job on the planet and she loves to hear from her readers. So drop by www.robyngrady.com and pass on your thoughts!
This book is dedicated to my wonderful father, who was always a hero in my life, as well as in the lives of so many others. Love you, Jack.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
Excerpt
One
Shelby Scott glared at the spectacle unfolding in front of the world-famous hotel and pursed her lips. With amused people skirting by, Dex Hunter was going all-out, kissing—or was that mauling?—one extremely enthusiastic lady. The blaze from her diamanté dress could help bring home a ship in a gale. A starlet wannabe, Shelby surmised, given that Mr. Hunter owned his very own movie studio.
When they’d met earlier that day—after she’d splashed hot coffee all over his shirt cuff—Shelby had promised herself that waitressing was only a stopgap. New to California, she had her heart set on finding a good nanny position. She had experience and everyone back home knew she loved kids. As luck would have it, Mr. Hunter was in the market.
A busy bachelor and head of Hunter Productions, Dex needed a suitable someone to help care for his little brother who was due to pay a solo visit. When Dex learned that child care was her vocation of choice, he’d seemed interested. Then he’d discovered that she’d read every book in the boy’s best-loved children’s series and even knew the difference between a stegosaurus and a T. rex. Apparently his brother loved dinosaurs.
Dex said he felt as if he’d struck gold. She’d felt the same way. Because he’d been short on time, they’d agreed to meet tonight to talk more and hopefully finalize the deal.
But the cheap display she was witnessing now quashed any chance of them working together. When his five-year-old brother arrived from Australia, Dex Hunter could make other arrangements. She’d had enough of dealing with Casanova types. In Hollywood or Mountain Ridge, Oklahoma, in blue jeans or tailored trousers…
Hell, they were all the same.
The snap-lock kiss finally broke apart. Dex Hunter’s focus shifted and, as if guided by radar, landed smack-dab on Shelby. While she watched, he set the clearly giddy woman aside then strode past two awnings and straight up to Shelby. Over the scent of coming rain, his fresh musky scent fil
led her lungs at the same time his masculine presence enveloped her. Broad through the shoulders and tall—even compared to her five-foot-ten-inch frame—tonight he exuded a born-to-bed confidence.
But his lidded, tawny-colored gaze was the kicker. Beneath the streetlights, those eyes might be mistaken for a lion’s…an intelligent, potentially dangerous beast’s.
“You’re early,” he said, straightening his collar.
“I’m sure I’m right on time.” Shelby couldn’t help herself. “Are you in the habit, Mr. Hunter, of making a downright show of yourself in public?”
His eyebrows knitted together before he caught on and threw a glance over a jacketed shoulder. One corner of his mouth curved with a grin.
“She did kind of pounce, didn’t she?”
“Oh, and he palms off responsibility, too.”
His gaze sharpened, then he dragged a finger and thumb down each side of his mouth. When his hand lowered, his jaw was tight and his grin was rubbed clean away. “We’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.”
“We’re not getting off at all.”
Finished and done, she headed for the nearest bus stop.
She’d been in Los Angeles two weeks. Other than a few days in Oklahoma City years ago, she hadn’t set foot outside of her hometown before. She’d only settled on California because of a much-loved old movie where the heroine, who had needed a new start, had lucked out when she’d ended up here. Now, feeling alone—and naive—the idea of buckling and going back to “familiar” surged up to grip her like a vise. She had a lifetime of memories in Mountain Ridge—mostly good.
Some seriously bad.
Which was why she’d made that promise to stay away and stay strong. She refused to endure pitying or even disapproving looks from folk she’d known all her life. And if some said that was running away, if there were people who dared imply that was yellow…well, who gave a fat fairy’s—
She heard the slap of footfalls on the pavement behind her. Next minute, Dex Hunter reappeared, his dynamo frame physically blocking her this time.
“You said you’d have dinner with me,” he said, “to discuss my proposition.”
“If that’s how you conduct yourself in public while expecting company, I don’t care to know what you’d get up to in the privacy of your own home, whether an innocent little boy was staying or not.” She tipped forward, spoke clearly. “I won’t be a part of it.”
“That woman’s a friend.”
“That would be a friend with benefits?”
“We were saying goodbye.”
“I might be a country girl,” Shelby drawled, “but I didn’t fall off the back of a hay cart yesterday. That embrace was not a friendly farewell.”
It was a prelude to something much deeper. Burning, desperate. She’d come across that kind of kiss before.
“Bernice had too much to drink,” he told her, catching up as she set off again, a single stride of his equaling two purposeful steps from her. “She’s meeting some buddies and wanted me to tag along. When I said I had plans…” He scratched his ear. “Well, she tried to convince me.”
“And you put up such a fight,” Shelby said prettily.
“For all you know, she might’ve been my girlfriend. A fiancée even.”
At the mention of the F-word, Shelby’s stomach swooped and she stopped. Dex Hunter couldn’t take a hint, even when it slapped him upside the head.
“I didn’t like what I saw.” Didn’t like the way it made her feel. Uncomfortable. Vulnerable. “Call a nanny agency. And, for heaven’s sake, wipe that lipstick off your cheek.”
“I checked out your references this afternoon,” he said. “Got some people on the phone.”
Shelby felt her gaze widen, her throat constrict.
“At the café,” he said, using a handkerchief to scrub that smear from his jaw, “you mentioned a couple places you worked for back home. People spoke highly of you and your capabilities, by the way. Mrs. Fallon from Hatchlings Kindergarten was especially impressed. She said you connect particularly well with boys.”
“I liked roping more than tea parties growing up,” she admitted as her thoughts raced on. She didn’t mind that he’d followed up on those names she’d supplied, but now she couldn’t help but wonder. Who else had Dex Hunter spoken to? What else did he know? Not that he would give a hoot about that ugly incident last month. The episode Mountain Ridge would whisper about and lament for years to come.
“I haven’t seen my youngest brother in six months,” he was saying, “but I’m sure he’s the same kid. Full of mischief and ideas and buckets of energy. You’d like him.” A fond smile reflected in those tawny-colored eyes. “Everyone does.”
Shelby released a breath.
Okay. She was curious. Had his brother sat in a saddle yet? Did he like checkers or baseball? Maybe he was more into building blocks, constructing little towns and surrounding them with farms, barns, horses, cows…
Shelby straightened.
None of that erased this man’s lame excuse for the nearly R-rated scene she’d just witnessed. Friend indeed.
She crossed her arms. “You’ll find someone else.”
“I want you.”
“Please, just go and join your—”
Midsentence, she’d glanced back. And froze.
The woman—Bernice—had flung her arms around yet another man. As her new victim gently pried her away, Bernice tottered then—oh, dear Lord—crumpled and began to cry. While Shelby’s heart sank, two women rushed up. With arms linked around Bernice’s waist, the friends Dex Hunter had mentioned carefully led her away.
“Bernice’s fiancé broke off their engagement the other week,” he said. “I’ve known the guy for years. Not the marrying kind. Guess tonight, before she went home for good, Bernice wanted to prove something to the world. To herself. Not that she needs to. She was always too good for Mac.”
Knots filled Shelby’s stomach. How very much she felt for that woman. Hurt and despair could lead a person to do some seriously dumb things. Things you could barely make sense of later on and never take back.
Dex’s voice broke into her thoughts. “This town’s too tough for someone like her. Too tough for a lot of people.”
Shelby felt his evaluating gaze on her again, before he straightened both shoulders and got back on track.
“Whatever you decide about the job,” he said, “I still want to take you to dinner. You’ve been working, serving people all day. Bet you’re as hungry as I am, and I could eat a horse.”
She gave a grudging grin. “Sounds as if Mrs. Fallon at the kindergarten mentioned my appetite.”
He chuckled, a smooth rich sound that left her feeling as if she were swirling in a pool of deep warm water. Or was that quicksand?
“Tate has an appetite, too,” he said. “Last time we caught up, cheeseburgers were his favorite fillers. Although I might have had something to do with that.”
Her smile, and opinion of Mr. Hunter, loosened up more. He really was charming. And persuasive. A tricky combination, as past experience had taught her. Still…
“Guess there’s no harm in sharing a meal,” she said. “But we’re going Dutch.”
“No need—”
“I insist.”
* * *
Dex didn’t mistake Shelby Scott’s tone. The clear-cut message in her words or in her eyes. She would have dinner with him. Might even answer more questions about her nanny experience in Mountain Ridge. Given that their misunderstanding regarding Bernice had been sorted, no reason he and Shelby shouldn’t get back to negotiations. Although he wasn’t convinced that she saw it that way.
She had a point. Most people would simply call the best nanny agency in town, let them do the screening and save themselves the trouble. But his gut said Shelby Scott
was the right person to help care for the little guy, who not only meant more to Dex than anyone in the world but also needed his protection.
Someone wanted to harm their media mogul father. Until that man was brought to justice, Tate needed a safe place to stay. No member of the Hunter clan would take a chance on the five-year-old being caught up in another incident like the one Sydney authorities were investigating now. After being run off the road then, later, shot at, his father had been assaulted and almost abducted. Tate had been with his dad and had been a whisker away from being kidnapped, too.
As Dex swept his gaze up and down the boulevard, deciding on the ideal place to dine—cozy and quiet without being too intimate—his cell phone buzzed. When he ignored it, Shelby seemed confused.
“That could be important,” she said.
“We’re on our way to dinner.”
“Where I come from, it’s rude to ignore a ringing phone or a knock at the door.”
He considered her big frank green eyes. This wasn’t the time to tell her that, in L.A. at least, people ignored phones all the time.
Dex answered the call.
On the other end of the line, his scriptwriter Rance Loggins blurted out, “It’s not working. You want Jada to confront Pete at the wedding, but I don’t think she should. It’s too predictable.”
“You’ll work something out. Sleep on it.”
“I thought you wanted this script finished.”
Dex flicked a glance Shelby’s way. She stood patiently, looking like a blend of angel and seductress in a pretty pink dress, glossy hair bouncing under its own weight and a warm breeze.
“Dex?” Rance interrupted his thoughts. “You there?”
“Swing by the office—”
“I’m out of town for a week starting tomorrow. It’s a pivotal scene.” Rance must have heard him push out a breath. “I’m only repeating what you told me. You want it right and you want it quick. This is all that’s holding us up.”