His Human Nanny — Michele Mills

My indentured servitude is almost over and freedom is a heartbeat away!Until some alien guy buys me because he needs a nanny, quick. What? I'm not even good with kids. I've never changed a diaper in my life. But the beings at the employment agency won't listen. Hew-mans are hot right now. Everyone wants a hew-man nanny. Great. And since there isn't another human available...I'm hired on the spot.Yay, me.And on day one of my new job I'm having a panic attack because I finally meet my new boss and he looks like Satan himself. No lie. Black horns, red skin and glinting silver-tipped claws. He even has a barbed tail, a forked tongue, and he breathes fire. This guy is terrifying, and his children look exactly like him.*heart palpitations* *hyperventilating*And yet, as I'm caring for these strangely adorable infants and gazing longingly at my crazy-rich boss as he cradles his twin babies in his huge, muscular arms...my traitorous heart goes pitter-patter and my body heats up like lava.Oh no.And I begin to wonder-have I sold my soul to the devil?