This wasn't supposed to happen. Marshal Howard is a death wish wrapped in mystery. Over six feet of hulking muscle that screams leave me the hell alone. Cold, rude, insanely overprotective single dad. Everyone in our little town warned me to stay far, far away. I didn't listen. I answered the Castoff's nanny ad because no one else would. I got too close. I saw through his vicious reputation. I found the impossible. A call to reckless nights entangled and on fire. My destroyer in every kiss. A man who's turning my heart inside out, making me a fool. So what if his pillow talk tears the stars from the sky and lays them in my trembling fingers? I haven't lost my mind. If it was just the bad blood with him and my family, maybe we'd work through this. Maybe we'd find paradise. Just me, him, and that adorable little girl. But surprises come in threes. Like the lines on the pregnancy test. How do I love this beast and have his baby when Fate keeps giving us a big fat middle finger?