Nanny For The Widowed Alpha

He froze his whole house the day his mate died. She walked in and the fire remembered how to burn.

Tessa Bright has spent her life learning to cost nothing. Eleven foster homes taught her the rule that keeps a girl safe: be useful, be quiet, and leave before anyone has to ask. So when a nanny posting on a remote mountain promises a grieving child and a master who wants no questions, it sounds less like a job than a home she already knows how to survive.

She doesn't expect the cold.

The Veyrholt estate is a tomb of grey stone where the hearths have been dead for two years and a silent six-year-old cries alone on the stairs. And she doesn't expect him — Rhys, the widowed alpha with winter in his eyes and a fire that died with his wife. He is everything Tessa has trained herself never to want. He is also the first room she's ever walked into that felt, impossibly, like it was waiting for her.

Because the dead don't bond. That is the iron law of his kind. A dragon burns for one mate, once, and when she goes to ash the fire goes with her. Yet the moment Tessa crosses his threshold, something stirs under the cold — a thread drawn taut behind his ribs, a coal that will not go out. A second bond. The impossible thing. The thing that, if anyone learns of it, will cost Rhys his fire, his daughter, his seat, and very likely all three of their lives.

They have until midwinter to wake a frightened child's fire before it closes forever. They have a watching cousin who pulls hundred-year wards over a little girl's head and smiles while he does it. And they have a bond neither of them is allowed to choose — and cannot stop choosing.

Tessa knows how to leave warm rooms to spare people the cost of her. This time, staying might be the only thing that saves them.

Nanny for the Widowed Alpha is a slow-burn, fated-mates paranormal romance about grief, found family, and the terrifying courage it takes to let yourself be kept. Sensual heat, a guaranteed happily-ever-after, and a forbidden bond worth burning the rules for.

If you love brooding dragon-shifter alphas, grumpy-sunshine warmth, and a wounded heroine who finally learns she's worth choosing — one-click and come up the mountain. The hearth is waiting.