Forty, Flirty & Frenched

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Forty, Flirty & Frenched

by Lacey Monroe

Book 6 of 10: Forty & Flirty Series

Format: eBook
Novella – Direct from author only

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✔︎ One Grumpy Billionaire 💼 Boss + One Healing Nanny Heroine
✔︎ Grown & Sexy 🔥 Spice
✔︎ Characters in Their 40’s
✔︎ Meddling (But Lovable) Family
✔︎ Banter for Daysss

Book Description

I took the nanny job to escape my cheating ex.

I didn’t plan on working for a yacht-owning billionaire who runs his life like a military operation and looks like a Mediterranean god in linen.

He’s broody, bossy, and utterly off-limits.

…So of course we kissed.

Now I’m stuck on his yacht—with his niece, a chaos-loving parakeet, and feelings I definitely shouldn’t be catching.

Because falling for your boss? Bad idea.

Falling for your emotionally unavailable, rule-loving billionaire boss in the South of France?

Disaster. With really good lighting.

Forty, Flirty & Frenched is a laugh-out-loud, slow-burn, forced-proximity rom-com novella with a brooding billionaire, a hot mess nanny, and a parrot named Captain Feathers. Perfect for fans of grumpy/sunshine romance, Mediterranean escapes, and heat with heart.

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Chapter 1

ROARKE

“Please tell me you’ve found someone.”

I pace the bridge of the West Wind—my flagship yacht, the centerpiece of the soon-to-launch luxury charter division of Westward Maritime—still pulling streaks of rainbow finger paint out of my hair hours after the investor meeting imploded in a haze of seven-year-old chaos and parakeet shrieking.

The West Wind was supposed to impress today. Sleek. State-of-the-art. Outfitted to the nines to showcase the pinnacle of Mediterranean charter experiences.

Instead, my seven-year-old niece Isla turned it into a finger-painted art installation mid-presentation.

And just like that, the most critical business meeting of my career drowned in glitter and tempera paint.

My executive assistant Claire sits in the navigator’s chair like she’s watching a slow-motion yacht crash. “Define ‘someone.'”

“Someone competent. Someone who doesn’t let a seven-year-old turn a fifty-million-dollar yacht into an acid trip on the high seas…”

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