Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Stati Uniti

We had it all—a lake house, two kids, and twenty years of marriage. Except, our marriage was no longer exciting. We scheduled intimacy, ate meals in silence, and became strangers. Our kids went off to college, and we were now empty-nesters, trying to reconnect. But my husband, a psychology professor and thriller novelist, had other plans. Perhaps writing a fictional novel had him living in a false reality? Perhaps he was having a mid-life crisis? He didn't want to reconnect with me; he just wanted to replace me. Worst of all, the girl he was having an affair with was our son's girlfriend.

It's better for everyone that I disappeared. At least, my ex thought so when he left me for dead. Then Cash—my childhood best friend turned country music star—sings his heartbreak for the world, one song at a time. And somehow, I know… they're all meant for me. I tell myself none of it matters. That I can never have him. That if he knew my secret, he'd never look at me the same. Then a viper with fake lashes and even faker intentions latches onto his fame, and suddenly, my excuses don't matter. It's time to stop hiding. Time to go home. 

Hudson Jolly is, ironically, the biggest Scrooge in Merryville, but I'm not intimidated. He warns me to stay away from him. However, I'm convinced he's playing reindeer games. When I learn he's searching for a nanny, I offer to help. Out of desperation, he hires me. That's his first mistake. The attraction is undeniable, and after too much spiked eggnog, lines are quickly crossed. I jingle his bells, and Hudson becomes my ho ho ho, but—because there's always a but with broody men like him—only for the season. 

Mateo Martinez is many things. The starting pitcher of the New York Monarchs, a devoted single father, and most recently, my new boss. When the opportunity to finally move out of my parent's cramped apartment and into his swanky home to nanny for his daughter arose, I simply couldn't pass it up. Until I made the silly suggestion for him to keep me on a three-strikes system, and I'm racking them up at lightning speed.