As a single dad, I needed a nanny to accompany my daughter and me on a three-day business trip. I asked the agency for the best.

What I got was Shane: a tattooed, ripped-jeans-wearing ex-rocker with a smolder that could take the paint off a car. 

Mary Poppins, he was not. 

Each day, I'm trying to lock down the most important deal of my career. Every night, I find myself connecting deeper with the caring, wounded man under the ink.

I thought once I had my daughter I was done looking for love. But if I'm not careful, by the end of the trip, I could lose my nanny and my job.

Three Nights with the Manny is a standalone prequel novella to the Single Dads Club series. It's filled with humor, heat, heart, and creative uses for baby oil. Note: This story is also available to my newsletter subscribers, but if newsletters aren't your thing, you're welcome to read it here.