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Professor And The Nanny
Phyllis Halldorson
Brittany Baldwin was helplessly in love with her sexy, much older boss. But the sophisticated college professor wanted nothing to do with an innocent like her. Well, she wasn't going to let that stop her, especially since Ethan Thorpe was the only man who'd ever made her tremble with desire.Between his toddler son and elderly father, Ethan's life was already in an uproar! There was nothing he needed less than young and virginal nurse-turned-nanny Brittany tempting his weary soul. Yet despite his vow to stay clear of the delectable beauty, he couldn't help wanting to teach her about a man's tender touch…
“I’ve always known you were off limits—
and even so I’m breaking all the rules.”
Brittany tipped her head back and looked at Ethan. “What rules?”
“I’m talking about your age. You’re so very young.”
Her eyes widened. “You don’t like young women?”
“You’re fourteen years younger than me, Brittany. Have you ever made love with a man?”
For a moment she just looked at him, then she buried her face in his shoulder. “No. I’ve never before met one I wanted to be…um…with in that way.”
Pride and regret warred within him. He brushed the hair away from her cheek. “I’m flattered that you think I might be that man,” he murmured into her ear. “I wish I were, but I’m afraid I’m not.”
Dear Reader,
From the enchantment of first loves to the wonder of second chances, Silhouette Romance demonstrates the power of genuine emotion. This month we continue our yearlong twentieth anniversary celebration with another stellar lineup, including the return of beloved author Dixie Browning with Cinderella’s Midnight Kiss.
Next, Raye Morgan delivers a charming marriage-of-convenience story about a secretary who is Promoted—To Wife! And Silhouette Romance begins a new theme-based promotion, AN OLDER MAN, which highlights stories featuring sophisticated older men who meet their matches in younger, inexperienced women. Our premiere title is Professor and the Nanny by reader favorite Phyllis Halldorson.
Bestselling author Judy Christenberry unveils her new miniseries, THE CIRCLE K SISTERS, in Never Let You Go. When a millionaire businessman wins an executive assistant at an auction, he discovers that he wants her to be Contractually His… forever. Don’t miss this conclusion of Myrna Mackenzie’s THE WEDDING AUCTION series. And in Karen Rose Smith’s Just the Husband She Chose, a powerful attorney is reunited in a marriage meant to satisfy a will.
In coming months, look for new miniseries by some of your favorite authors. It’s an exciting year for Silhouette Books, and we invite you to join the celebration!
Happy reading!
Mary-Theresa Hussey
Senior Editor
Professor and the Nanny
Phyllis Halldorson
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For my Friday critique group, those generous and talented writers whose support has been invaluable over the years. Many thanks and much love.
Books by Phyllis Halldorson
Silhouette Romance
Temporary Bride #31
To Start Again #79
Mountain Melody #247
If Ever I Loved You #282
Design for Two Hearts #367
Forgotten Love #395
An Honest Lover #456
To Choose a Wife #515
Return to Raindance #566
Raindance Autumn #584
Ageless Passion, Timeless Love #653
Dream Again of Love #689
Only the Nanny Knows for Sure #760
Lady Diamond #791
More Than You Know #948
Father in the Middle #1060
Mail Order Wife #1133
A Wife for Dr. Sam #1219
The Lawman’s Legacy #1255
A Man Worth Marrying #1395
Professor and the Nanny #1452
Silhouette Special Edition
My Heart’s Undoing #290
The Showgirl and the Professor #368
Cross My Heart #430
Ask Not of Me, Love #510
All We Know of Heaven #621
You Could Love Me #734
Luscious Lady #764
A Haven in His Arms #863
Truly Married #958
The Bride and the Baby #999
The Millionaire’s Baby #1145
Silhouette Books
Silhouette Christmas Stories 1991
“A Memorable Noel”
PHYLLIS HALLDORSON
met her real-life Prince Charming at the age of sixteen. She married him a year later, and they settled down to raise a family. A compulsive reader, Phyllis dreamed of someday finding the time to write stories of her own. That time came when her two youngest children reached adolescence. When she was introduced to romance novels, she knew she had found her long-delayed vocation. After all, how could she write anything else after living all those years with her very own Silhouette hero?
Contents
Chapter One (#u0d6f282b-a791-56b7-8381-2a519aaa3320)
Chapter Two (#uf3e74fba-c441-5c62-98ac-0bcfc26c35c3)
Chapter Three (#u3ba266a6-0629-58ac-83f0-fb4acac40be3)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
Brittany Baldwin’s stomach churned as she pulled over to the curb and parked in front of the white colonial-style house with two-story-high pillars that supported the overhang above the porch.
It was a lovely upper-middle-class home in a historic neighborhood of Lexington, and the man she was supposed to meet here was a professor of literature at the University of Kentucky, but was she ready for this? Her first interview for her first nursing job. She’d expected to have three more years of college before actually going to work, but then…
She shook her head as if the sharp movement could drive away the searing memories that still haunted her, then got out of the car and walked briskly up to the door. The bell chimed melodiously when pushed and the door was opened by a good-looking man of medium height with light brown hair and eyes to match behind silver-framed glasses.
For a moment they just stood there looking at each other, each waiting for the other to speak.
Finally he broke the silence. “Yes?”
It was put in the form of a question, but why? Surely he was expecting her.
“I…I’m Brittany Baldwin,” she stammered, “the medical assistant Professor Thorpe requested.”
He blinked. “You’re the nurse I asked for?”
“Nursing assistant,” she corrected him, “and yes, if you’re Professor Ethan Thorpe, I was told to meet you here at—” she paused and looked at her watch “—four o’clock.”
He was still frowning at her. “Is there a problem?” she asked.
“You could say that, yes,” he growled. “I am Ethan Thorpe, but you’d better come in while we discuss it.”
She wondered what there was to discuss as he stood aside so she could step into the large tiled foyer that housed a wide staircase in the center and displayed a magnificent crystal chandelier suspended from the soaring ceiling.
Brittany was impressed, but before she could comment the man had taken her arm and was ushering her into the area to the right. His hand cupping her elbow was firm but warm and smooth, and she involuntarily leaned into it, seeking its security.
This room was a parlor furnished with beautiful antique furniture, and he led her to the settee and motioned for her to sit down. She did, reluctantly relinquishing his supporting touch, and he took a high-backed wing chair several feet away.
“Now, Ms…. Baldwin did you say your name is?”
“Brittany,” she murmured, and he continued. “I’m afraid there’s been a misunderstanding. I asked for a mature, well-trained and experienced woman capable of taking care of my father, who is diabetic and has difficulty with his short-term memory.”
Brittany still didn’t understand the problem. “I admit I’m not very experienced, but I’m well trained in nursing care as I’m sure the agency told you. I can administer his shots, oversee his diet and watch him so he doesn’t wander off—”
“How old are you?” Ethan interjected.
“I’m…uh…I’m twenty-one, but I’m well aware of the responsibility involved in caring for my patients,” she hastily assured him. “I was studying to be a registered nurse but…”
She bit back her ill-advised words and hoped he hadn’t caught them. She really didn’t want to get into that subject right now. It was still too painful to discuss with strangers, and besides, it had nothing to do with her nursing skills. She’d learned those at the vocational school after—
Unfortunately his hearing was keen and so was his curiosity. “Brittany? You were saying…?”
“Oh, nothing,” she replied, groping for a way out. “It really doesn’t apply to this situation.”
He leaned back in his chair and captured her gaze. The lenses of his glasses weren’t very thick, and she could see the flecks of gold in his brown pupils behind them. The metal frames were circular and softened the wideness of his cheekbones and the squareness of his jaw. He looked to be in his early or mid-thirties, and was a very handsome man in a quiet sort of way.
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?” he suggested softly but with a hint of determination that would not be denied.
