Homefront: The Sheridans

Since graduating from college, I've been juggling two jobs while fostering abandoned dogs, with my sights set on opening a rescue kennel. I'll do whatever it takes to succeed, even if it means fighting back my cravings for the man who's been fueling my fantasies since I got my first taste of him in a hotel elevator. This guy is too full of secrets. Dark ones, hidden behind his ice blue eyes. Secrets of his Special Ops past and of a billionaire family that employs half our town. He won't let me into his world, and it's for the best.

There's a hot billionaire in the carpool line that has every mom putting on her lipstick before she drops her kid off to school. Me included. But I can't be tempted by a body hewn from granite or eyes that could melt the polar ice caps...because that hot billionaire is also my boss, Ryan Sheridan.

FUBAR. The day my life fell apart, I was introduced to this term. It's comforting to know there's one word that completely defines my life. Go ahead. Look it up. And right next to the term, you might see a picture of me as the example, sweltering in a forty-pound princess gown in front of my castle beside a kiddie coaster . . . and flanked by the sexiest piece of man candy that ever walked this earth: Dylan Sheridan. The same Dylan Sheridan who's an Olympic medalist turned MMA fighter turned billionaire entrepreneur.

I live life by my rules in my bachelor pad paradise here on the Big Island of Hawaii. Until a Ranger brother needs me to take care of his little girl while he deploys. A four-year-old cockblock in pigtails. My sex life comes to a screeching halt. Then the babysitter shows up. Annie. Smart, principled, good with kids. All the things I don't look for in a woman. I want her anyway. Annie's got a fortress of secrets surrounding her. But I'll break it down and claim her as mine.

Yep. Cocky? Arrogant? Player? That's generally the impression I like to give women. Outside of my eight-pack and medals for valor, when it comes to women’s expectations of me . . . I try to keep the bar low enough so that I can roll over it. Until Kaila comes along.

"A Ranger, a pilot, and a doctor walk into a bar . . . " That was pretty much my life in Hawai'i until my two brothers got married. Now I'm the last man standing. Not a problem. With an eight-pack and a Bronze Star, I'm not exactly lacking company in my waterfront condo on Mauna Kea Beach. Toss in my M.D. and the mastery of female anatomy that comes with it, and I can make a woman beg for more. Unless she's Samantha. Samantha's got a life on the mainland that puts her off-limits.