The Castillo Family Box Set

Rafael

My twin brothers have never been little angels, but this time, they might have gone too far in crossing Rafael Castillo. Rafael wants them punished to the furthest extent of the law for trespassing and destroying his company's construction site. I can't defend what they did, but I also can't let them go into juvenile detention.

All I'm asking for is another chance. But the arrogant, gorgeous billionaire refuses and cuts me down without listening. So I might have started yelling, there might have been bitter accusations on both sides, and I might have lost it and cried. Then somehow I was in his arms. The instant lust shocks us both. Yet, while I'm more than willing to act on it, Rafael refuses.

Until I lie and tell him, all I want are the nights in my bedroom. No commitment, no strings, just sex. Only all too soon, it's not enough, but will we ever make it out of the bedroom, or are we doomed to fail?

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Javier

Javier Castillo might be a gorgeous, brilliant billionaire—but he's also a massive a$$hole. His only redeeming quality is how much he loves his baby daughter. A daughter he wasn’t aware existed until her grandmother dumped her on him like she was returning lost luggage. Her mother is dead and her grandmother decided she couldn’t take care of her after all. Okay, it’s kind of amazing the way he didn’t flinch from the baby thrust into his arms. He wants the best for her but doesn’t believe I am it. I’m the nanny with a thirty-day trial hanging over my head.

He’s trying to get me to quit, I just know it. Except I refuse to go easily or quietly, no matter how mean or rude he gets. There's no way I am going to mess up this job. If I do, I'll be homeless again. I’m positive he’s just worried I’ll develop a crush on him and become a clingy, lovesick pain. So why do I feel his eyes on me when he thinks I'm not paying attention? What about overhearing him warning a man away from me with a feral, jealous possessive air?

It's wishful thinking—poor, plain, fat women like me don't get the gorgeous billionaire like him anywhere but in the movies.

I'm here for his daughter, not him. Except before long it isn’t just his daughter who has stolen my heart, and I wonder if maybe I'm not imagining things after all.

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Matteo

Within weeks of my thirty-ninth birthday, I lost my thirty-ninth patient and all feeling. I was certain it would pass, only it continued into the next day and the weeks after.

In order to treat my patients, I needed to feel something. Without feeling, I couldn't stay. Not in oncology and not in Baltimore.

So, I'm back in Dallas after more than twenty years gone. Home, my mother keeps saying with happiness.

Happiness I still can't feel more than four months after that day. I'm beginning to accept feeling isn't coming back.

Until the moment I walk into an exam room and look into her eyes. All at once, feeling comes rushing back as suddenly as it disappeared.

She’s my patient. It’s all kinds of wrong to want her, no matter what television portrays. Add in the fact she’s running from an abusive husband. I should be staying far away from her, not taking her and her daughter home with me.

But I can’t walk away from her. They’re living in a crappy motel, barely surviving. I have a room, a safe place for her to recover and heal. She needs time and patience before she's strong enough for me to tell her the way I feel.

I'll give it to her. And hopefully, she'll grow strong enough to trust in me and fall in love with me the same way I've fallen for her and her baby daughter.