Naughty Nanny Series-Free Loving by Shara Azod

 
     
     
     
     
    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
     
     
    Copyright© 2009 Shara Azod
     
    Cover Artist: Shara Azod
    Editor:  Jennifer Puckett
    Editor:  Laura Guevara
     
     
     
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    This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter One
     
                Trish was gone. Again. Travis knew his sister well enough to know she wasn’t coming back any time soon. She never stayed in one place very long, always on the move looking for the next big party. He had hoped having a child would change her; he had wished in any event. But Trish had been getting increasingly restless, wanting nothing to do with her new born daughter. Travis sighed; at least she had carried the baby to term and did not give her away or worse. Once she gave birth, Trish left the baby’s care up to him, the feedings, the changing, the loving.  A book on how to care for newborns was his constant companion, though he had bought it for Trish.  Travis had tried to get her involved but she wouldn’t even look at the baby.
                Where had he gone wrong? He had tried to raise his baby sister the best way he knew how, but he knew he had missed something crucial along the way. Why else would Trish be so flighty, so completely irresponsible and unstable? He had done his best, but apparently that hadn’t been good enough. Private schools, private tutors, boarding schools, nothing worked.  What use was all the money he had earned if nothing seemed to work. Their parents had been killed in a deadly twister when Trish had only been eight years old.
    Running his fingers agitatedly through his hair he paced the nursery trying to figure out what he was going to do. Baby Lorelei slept peacefully completely unaware that her mother had walked out on her, not that she knew her mother at all. Trish had rarely held the baby, never talked to her. That surely couldn’t be good. A baby needed the love and warmth of its mother. What was more, Travis was due back in Hollywood to begin production on what he had decided was to be his final film in two weeks. The precious three month old needed a nanny.  Looking down at the beautiful sleeping angel in the bassinet, he vowed he would not fail Lorelei.  That was why he was quitting show business, so he could raise Lorelei himself.  He would make sure that he gave her all the love and attention that he hadn’t given Trish.     
    Travis never wanted to be a movie star, but it had been the only way he could support his sister after his parents were killed. Trish was just too young to help him with the tiny horse ranch that had been in their family for several generations, and he couldn’t afford to hire on help. At nineteen, no one was willing to extend him credit.  With no source of income, the bills just kept piling up. When they lost the ranch he decided to pack up Trish and make the trek to California from Kentucky.  By pure fate, he was “discovered” in true Hollywood fantasy fashion after they had been in California less than two weeks. Hell, they weren’t even in Los Angeles. He had moved to Corona before the major building boom, and had been hired on by a nice elderly couple whose