Protecting the Nanny

Falling for the nanny is so cliché. But I did. And now the nanny has kidnapped my daughter. My military training should have prepared me. But the past is a biatch. One with green eyes and curves so delicious I would sell my soul to possess her. The battle lines have been drawn. My lover is now my enemy. No good options and only 30 days to save what’s mine. Don’t cry little darlin. Daddy’s comin' for you.