A scorching hot series of steamy small town romances
Nannying for the Outback Man
Outback Man Series Book 1
by Millie Wolf
Genre: Steamy Small-Town Contemporary Romance
I swore I’d never fool around with one of my nannies. But that was before I met Camille.
This fiery woman is living under my roof, sleeping in the next room. I can hardly keep my hands to myself. But there’s a catch. She has a boyfriend.
I know I stand no chance with this lioness. Not even when her boyfriend makes a terrible mistake.
Or do I?
The Outback Man series is set in the town of Sunrise, Australia. Each romance is a steamy standalone but they are best read as a scorching hot series.
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I peel off my sticky tee, running it under the tap in the hope I can rinse out the stains before they set.
We hear the front door open and close. Georgina and I look at one another, then at the mess still surrounding us. I’m stuck at the sink wearing nothing but skin-tight jeans and a lacy bra, breasts practically spilling out.
“Shit,” I hiss, wringing the t-shirt out as fast as I can. I thought the boss would be longer.
Fox steps into the room, sweaty and worn out. He freezes as he takes in the ruined kitchen and his yoghurt-splattered princess.
“Shit,” Georgina echoes me.
Oh god. His furious gaze turns to me.
“God, Camille,” he cries, looking away at once. “Put some bloody clothes on.”
I throw on the t-shirt but it’s pointless. The material is so wet that it sticks to my skin, displaying everything underneath.
“Can I talk to you alone?” he says, looking at anything but my torso.
I follow him into the hallway, feeling like a scolded dog. Here, he rounds on me. “What do you think you’re doing?
Those blue eyes burn into mine, our sudden proximity distracting. “I was getting to know Georgina,” I say, with a flick of my sticky hair. “She seemed to enjoy it. I’ll clean it all up - no harm done.”
“You’re supposed to set a good example. Not do this.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry.” I raise my hands. “It won’t happen again.”
“One day is all I promised you,” he reminds me. “Now, seriously, go and get changed.”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t want Georgina seeing you like that.”
I don’t budge. “Are my clothes bothering Georgina, or are they bothering you?”
He bristles. “What do you mean by that?”
“I think you know what I mean.”
“I don’t sleep with my nannies,” he hisses, dropping his voice. “And even if I did, you’re not my type, Camille.”
How dare he? I’m everyone’s type. “We both know that’s bullshit.” I exit dramatically, flouncing back to the kitchen to clean up the mess.
When Fox comes in to kiss Georgina goodbye, he doesn’t speak to me. His back is turned. I wish my eyes didn’t linger on him, unable to tear themselves away.
He leaves behind a credit card and a post-it that reads: for emergencies. I swipe it from the counter as the front door closes.
“We’re going to town,” I tell Georgina. “This is an emergency. I refuse to lose this job, and we need supplies.”
“Shit,” she says.
“Damn right, girl.”
Sheltered by the Outback Man
Outback Man Series Book 2
I’ve been wearing baggy clothes for months now, afraid of men looking at me and wanting me. But when Mason takes me in off his dark doorstep, things change. Now, I want nothing more than to be looked at. To be wanted.
This older, grumpy giant is doing me a good turn. He might just restore my faith in men. And in love.
The Outback Man series is set in the town of Sunrise, Australia. Each romance is a steamy standalone but they are best read as a scorching hot series.
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Sheltered by the Outback Man (Book 2)
“Hold up.” His voice is gruffer than ever.
I turn. From this angle, I catch the full silhouette of his outline. I take in every inch of his tall frame and square shoulders, feeling a thrill of fear, mingled with a thrill of something much more pleasant. Something I haven’t felt for months.
He starts down the path. “Maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement.”
Some sort of arrangement? I know exactly what that means. I grab the gate, determined to get as far away from this place as possible. But one of his huge hands clamps down on it, stopping it halfway.
“Wait a second,” he says. “Where, exactly, are you planning to go?”
I hesitate, wondering if I should just jump the fence. “I’ll sleep at the bus stop and catch the first ride out in the morning.” It won’t be the first time. This isn’t the only place I’ve tried to find work. “I’ll try the next town tomorrow.”
He tugs at his beard, Pilot at his heels. I still can’t see his face but his proximity is somehow intoxicating. Knowing he can’t see me, I breathe him in. He smells faintly of sweat and wood. No alcohol.
“You can crash for one night,” he eventually says. “Free of charge. I’ll drive you myself in the morning.”
I consider this, mentally calculating if it’s more dangerous to sleep alone at a bus stop or here with this huge man. I jump, swatting at a many-legged creature crawling up my bare leg. They seem to multiply at night.
I look up at him again. I’m tired. So tired. The pack digs into my bony frame. My head droops. I haven’t had a proper bed or a square meal in days. Eileen wouldn’t have sent me here if it was unsafe, would she?
“I’d appreciate that,” I say, giving in to the exhaustion.
At the door he steps back, allowing me to enter first. Another polite gesture. I don’t like having my back to him so I dart through fast. The light hurts my eyes but I immediately take in the space, judging the safety of my shelter. The furnishings are simple. Neat and tidy. Everything is orderly, and the only thing that’s broken is the outdoor light. I take in every door and window, mentally recording each route of escape. I’ve needed one before.
I set my pack down, aware that he’s watching me. I haven’t heard him step over the threshold. I look over my shoulder and see him frozen in the doorway. He’s blocking the exit, and I know I should feel afraid but I’m captured by his dark, burning eyes. He’s older than me. Almost twice my age. Grey flecks his hair at the sides.
Why is he staring?
I can’t help but wonder what he sees when he looks at me. When I arrived in Australia, I had been a healthy blend of curve and muscle. Now I’m scrawny, my shoulders protruding through my deliberately oversized shirt. For the first time in a while, I wish my body wasn’t hidden beneath these baggy clothes, and I long for the return of my old curves.
Pilot pads in, rushing over to me with his tail wagging. I break the intense eye contact, bending to pat him. As I do, I peek up from behind the dog’s shaggy fur, taking in every inch of the giant.
Maybe he is doing me a good turn, after all.
Fake Married to the Outback Man
Outback Man Series Book 3
When a virgin steps into my life, fresh out of hell, I sweep her up and carry her over the threshold. I might be a bad boy but I want to make this angel smile every day. Even if she’s saving herself for a real marriage.
Why does it kill me that our marriage isn’t the real deal? Can I overcome my tortured past and claim this bride as my own?
The Outback Man series is set in the town of Sunrise, Australia. Each romance is a steamy standalone but they are best read as a scorching hot series.
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Fake Married to the Outback Man (Book 3)
“You may kiss the bride,” the celebrant says.
I hadn’t thought about the kiss. I look up at Harley, wondering how he will taste. He towers over me, and I’m captured by the tattoos inked across his skin, crawling up his neck to his stubbled jawline. I’m distracted by the idea of tracing those designs with my fingertips, sneaking beneath his clothes to discover where they end…
We’re standing in the local registration office, in the everyday clothes we were wearing this morning. Harley’s eyebrow is dripping blood, and he stinks of booze. The celebrant eyes us with some suspicion.
My husband-to-be leans down, and I resist the urge to shrink back in front of the celebrant, knowing this union has to seem real. But he doesn’t try to kiss me, he just mutters, “That alright with you?”
I know I have no choice. Our story has to be bulletproof.
“Kiss me,” I whisper back, feeling an unexpected thrill.
Our eyes meet. My stomach flips. His lips press softly against mine. An electric current runs through me. Harley seems to feel something too because he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. I hook my own around his neck, pressing my body lightly against his. After several glorious moments, he breaks the kiss.
As he pulls away, I think I see the flicker of a grin on his face.
Harley’s place will be my home for the next year, and I realise how impulsive this decision was when I step into his apartment. It’s directly above the pub that he owns and runs.
When he follows me inside and closes the door, I feel suddenly alert. Like a fox that has been trapped. I’ve never been alone with a man before.
And he isn’t just any man. He’s the man I’m married to. In some cultures that makes me his property. In the eyes of my own parents I certainly would be. They would say that whatever came next was my own doing. He has the right to consummate our marriage. To take me.
My hands twist around the handle of my suitcase. I glance over at him, fussing with his boots. I wonder if that’s his plan. There’s no chance I would be able to stop Harley doing exactly what he wanted with me, and there’s nobody around to stop him. He lives alone. The pub is closed. Impressive knots of muscle shift beneath that tattooed skin as he moves. It’s not like I could fight him off.
My fear is unexpectedly diluted with a deep longing. And a surge of something I don’t quite recognise.
After a moment, he notices me watching. “Want me to show you around?”
My parents would warn me that this is exactly the sort of man to abuse his position of power over me. One covered in tattoos. One who owns a pub. One whose face and knuckles are marked with signs of a recent fight. In theory, I would agree.
So why do I feel safe with Harley?
Millie Wolf is an author of short instalove romance. She lives on the sunny west coast of Australia with her husband and far too many bicycles. When she’s not reading or writing romance, she’s out soaking up the sun in a saddle or on the sand. She never goes anywhere without a good book.
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