The Missarali Storks Series by Lottie Moore

I'm a football player… She's a cheerleader… Bound by a no-fraternisation rule. But now we're stranded in a storm, alone in my car, and every inch of my being wants to ignore that contract. With a demanding father who won’t get off my back about carrying my team to the NFL final, I have no time—or desire—for anything that doesn’t involve football... moreI'm a football player… She's a cheerleader… Bound by a no-fraternisation rule. But now we're stranded in a storm, alone in my car, and every inch of my being wants to ignore that contract. With a demanding father who won’t get off my back about carrying my team to the NFL final, I have no time—or desire—for anything that doesn’t involve football. But my team’s image needs mopping up, which means spending time with the cheerleading coach’s ambitious and sprightly daughter, who I’m pretty sure dislikes me almost as much as her mother does. She’s bold, outspoken and a hazel-eyed, honey-haired pain in my ass. A pain I’m slowly starting not to mind. Everything in our contract says we can’t have each other, but I’ve been expected to follow the rules my entire life. And I’m tired of it. less

I’m an NFL player, and single dad. She’s my son’s free-spirited nanny… entirely too attractive for her own good. But she’s just caught me mid-shower, and I have absolutely no desire for her to walk out. What I needed was simple—a nanny who’s responsible, organised, and knows how to stay out of my way. But instead, I got Flo McKenna, a long-legged, sharp-tongued, matcha-loving firecracker, who finds far too much entertainment in wriggling her way under my skin.She’s too vivacious for me... moreI’m an NFL player, and single dad. She’s my son’s free-spirited nanny… entirely too attractive for her own good. But she’s just caught me mid-shower, and I have absolutely no desire for her to walk out. What I needed was simple—a nanny who’s responsible, organised, and knows how to stay out of my way. But instead, I got Flo McKenna, a long-legged, sharp-tongued, matcha-loving firecracker, who finds far too much entertainment in wriggling her way under my skin.She’s too vivacious for me. Too untamed. Too young. And way too damn tempting.She’s only here for the summer until we can find a permanent replacement. But with each passing day, I can feel my hard outer shell cracking, because not only does she distract me from the chaos created by the media and lights up my son’s world, but I’m pretty sure I hate the idea of letting her go.I don’t fall in love. I’m not built for it, but when it comes to Flo McKenna, I’m playing a losing game. less