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“Congratulations, you have been hired as the personal assistant…”

“Really!” Grace exclaimed even before Jace Brandon, the CEO of Brandon Corporations  could finish his statement.

The growing sparkle in Grace’s eyes did not escape the keen sight of Jace.

“To my son,” he completed. 

“Yes, I’m very much delighted to take up the position of the personal assistant to … your what?!” 

Grace’s eyes almost popped out of their socket as she completed “son?” listlessly.

“You heard me right,” Jace replied coldly as he stared at Grace.

“Is that not the same as being employed as your child’s nanny?” Grace asked doubtfully.

“If you want to put it that way, yes.” Jace replied nonchalantly.

“In other words…” Grace began.

“You are officially my son’s nanny, if you accept the offer,” Jace Brandon completed.

“If there is nothing else, this interview is officially over.”

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Grace Fowler, who had always dreamt of becoming a top designer in the biggest designing firm in the country was blacklisted for exposing sensitive company information due to a set up by the ones she trusted the most— her boyfriend and her kid sister.

Shattered and battered, she set out for greener pastures in an unknown land and ended up being hired as a nanny to the son of Jace Brandon, the wealthiest billionaire in San Francisco.

But the scariest thing was when her job description was gradually amended to not only taking care of the five year old autistic son of the CEO but the widowed CEO himself.

What does the future hold for her when suddenly, everything around her begins to change and her past comes calling again with the sudden appearance of her boss’s late wife.

Will Grace be able to let go of her past and embrace the joy of fighting for the heart of the man her heart yearns for, or settle for happiness in the arms of Trent, her boss’s cousin, who literally adores the ground Grace walks on?

A Husband For The NANNY

"Charles!" she gasped and reached for him.

But before her trembling hands could touch him, she heard the study door open.

Without turning to look she knew it was Jace and her throat suddenly constricted from fear of having caused Charles any harm. She quickly tried to lift him from the floor while her mind raced with a million thoughts.

She's heard he's been autistic and always in and out of the hospital for the past five years. What if….

She didn't dare allow her mind to wander along that line. Jace would kill her without batting an eye. He hated her already and any harm to Charles on her path—- intentional or not, would completely squash the little hope she had for his acceptance.

"Charles!" Jace's voice thundered down the hallway, jerking her back from her tormenting thoughts. Forcing herself to risk a glance in his direction, she saw his gaze turn sharp as it locked onto the scene before him.

I’m Sorry, Jace