Single Dad Next Door

Every girl in my sorority wants the smoking hot mechanic next door, myself included, but a man is the last thing I need in my life—especially a tattooed single dad with a reputation as a badass. A man like that draws attention, and a woman hiding out from an abusive ex needs to keep a low profile—but then my car breaks down and I have no way to pay. 

Jaxon:

I gave up raising hell the day I became a dad—there’s no greater rush than seeing my little girl’s smile. We keep to ourselves, until the sorority girl next door comes up short on her car repairs, and offers babysitting services in exchange for payment. Our agreement is hands off, business only, but being around her is a special kind of torture that quickly reminds me I’m still a man, and now, with more time on my hands, I’m finding it harder and harder to keep them off her.