Nanny For The Millionaire's Twins by Susan Meier

Tuesday, September 04, 2012

My books THE TYCOON’S SECRET DAUGHTER and NANNY FOR THE MILLIONAIRE’S TWINS have stirred up a lot of discussion among my readers. For the first forty-five of my books I stayed on point. I write category romance, so I stuck with category romance hooks…or rich guy, cowboy, millionaire, doctor, baby, nanny, rancher, secretary, secret baby, etc. The same was true for books 46 and 47, a duet about brothers who reunite after fifteen years apart. THE TYCOON’S SECRET DAUGHTER, obviously has a secret daughter.

NANNY FOR THE MILLONAIRE’S TWINS has a nanny and … well, twins. LOL I stayed within category romance guidelines. But these stories go a little farther. Max the hero of book one of the duet is an alcoholic. Tory, the heroine of book two is engaged, dedicated to a fiancé in a coma. These stories aren’t thin. They aren’t predictable. They are engaging, compelling reads. I think category romance gets a bad name sometimes. There’s always been the rumor that we use a formula. Not true. If I had to write banter in chapter one, an argument in chapter two, a kiss in chapter three, an almost love scene in chapter nine and a black moment in chapter ten…with all the other things we’re “supposed” to be forced to get into our stories, I’d go nuts. Because stories have to breathe.

Category romances are also accused of being too common, too average, too predictable. Also not true. Even I didn’t know the ending to THE TYCOON’S SECRET DAUGHTER until I wrote it. And I gotta tell ya, I surprised myself. Things happened in NANNY FOR THE MILLIONAIRE’S TWINS that made me sit back and gasp. (Gotta love the muse.)

I didn’t set out to blow stereotypes out of the water when I wrote these two books. In my world, there is no stereotype. There is only a good story. True, I have to fit it into 50,000 words, but it’s still a good story. Sometimes it’s a great story. So forget about all that junk about formula and predictability, pick up NANNY FOR THE MILLIONAIRE’S TWINS. Read a category romance again. Be swept away. Be entertained. Give yourself an afternoon of pleasure, knowing you can read the whole book in one setting! There are lots of great stories waiting for you…Including THE TYCOON’S SECRET DAUGHTER and NANNY FOR THE MILLIONAIRE’S TWINS, the stories of two brothers who always believed they weren’t really related since Chance was adopted. Until Max went to work for their dad and discovered Chance was the child Brandon Montgomery had conceived when he cheated on their mom. And that’s just the backstory! LOL Here’s a snippet to whet your appetite!

It was the perfect home for a young family – or newlyweds. She ran her hand along the granite countertop. She should be married right now. Living in a cute little house like this. Raising her own babies. But one day…one hour… No, one minute had changed everything. Instead of being married, being a mom, or having a career, she spent hours on end in a hospital room, talking to a fiancé who couldn’t talk back. She wasn’t even really sure he could hear her.  Forcing herself out of her dark mood, she walked to the sitting area with the oversize leather sofa and recliners and big screen TV, and turned in a circle. For a “cottage” this was unbelievable.  “What? So now you’re dancing?”  She spun to face Chance as he walked in the front door.

“I was just exploring a bit.” Pressing her hand to her galloping heart, she tried to level her breathing.

“I thought you were visiting with your mom.”  

“I’m not leaving my babies indefinitely with a stranger.”  

“I’m not a stranger. Our mothers are friends. Plus, I’ve been living with your mom, working with the household staff for a week.”  “And one would think you would have learned your place.”  She sucked in a breath. Oh, boy. The moment of truth. She might not have to figure out how to quit gracefully. He might fire her before she could.  He motioned for her to sit on the sofa.

“You and I need to talk.”  Resigned, she walked over and sat on the couch as he’d requested. He plopped down on one of the recliners. “You crossed a line when you questioned me about the kids’ naptime.” She winced.

“Technically, I didn’t question you. I said, oh, dear.”

“Which is worse. You might as well have come right out and said, ‘Hey, Chance. You’re doing everything wrong.’”


“These are my kids. I’ve spent two weeks with them all by myself. And though I’m not perfect, I don’t want to be constantly reminded that I don’t always know what I’m doing.”  Her head snapped up. He didn’t know what he was doing? He had twins and he didn’t know what he was doing?  

“I didn’t hire a nanny because I want my kids to be raised by me. But I’m willing to give you a shot because quite honestly I could use some help. Plus, I’m not staying here forever. Only for a visit.”

Only for a visit? Her attention perked up even more. If he wasn’t staying forever, only for a visit, then this job was temporary. She wasn’t making a life decision or a life choice or even abandoning Jason. She was working temporarily. Giddy relief swamped her.

“But I have to tell you, if you’re going to criticize me, we can end this right now.”  

With her situation in perspective, she studied him as all the puzzle pieces of his situation began to fall into place in her head. Gwen had told her that the twins’ mother had left his babies with him, saying she didn’t want them back – which explained his trust issues.

He didn’t want a nanny. He wanted to raise these kids on his own. Admirable. But he didn’t know how. And because he was sort of failing he was super sensitive.  He wasn’t a grouch. Just a super-sensitive daddy who needed somebody to help him. Suddenly being that person didn’t seem so god-awful.

Do we have any diehard category romance readers here? Two lucky reader who comment on my blog will be randomly selected to win either a $10 Amazon gift card OR a copy of the duet THE TYCOON’S SECRET DAUGHTER and NANNY FOR THE MILLIONAIRE’S TWINS. Good luck!