The Single Dad’s Virgin Wife Description:
Businessman Noah Falcon was gorgeous.
This fact had not escaped Tricia McBride, even though she was busy caring for his four children. In fact, since she started working for him, the attraction between them sizzled like water hitting hot oil.
Yet though she was living steps from his bedroom, relations between Noah and Tricia had to stay strictly business. He was her boss, after all. Plus, in three months, she was moving to another city. So what if her feelings for the sexy single dad–and her attraction to him–grew stronger every day? She was leaving.
But four adorable, scheming children had other plans….
- Amazon Sales Rank: #6661 in eBooks
- Published on: 2008-09-20
- Released on: 2008-10-01
- Format: Kindle Book
- Number of items: 1
Customer Reviews:
Can Noah marry Patricia?
Next month’s release of TSDVW just adds to Susan Crosby’s list of good books! The Wives for Hire series is wonderful!
Noah Falcon has been alone with his 4 children, twin 12 y.o. girls and twin 9 y.o. boys since his wife died 3 years ago. Well he hasn’t been alone he’s had a nanny/home school teacher, a cook, a gardener and anyone else he needs. He’s treated the nanny/teacher as an employee, they were young women just graduated and thrilled for the chance to teach these wonderful children, maybe a little too wonderful. Noah is standoffish to everyone but his brothers and he can be real bossy with them–he is the oldest of the three and feels he raised them as his father and his wives were always working to make his father’s business better but it really didn’t do it. Noah took over and made it what it is today with the help of David. Noah has issues as you can see
Noah’s brother, David with the children’s help has hired the newest nanny/teacher without Noah even knowing. Tricia McBride is the answer to Noah’s problems but she is a teacher first so he must participate in life with the children–Tricia is going to make sure! Tricia wants Noah and his children to be a family. Unknowingly maybe it’s the one she’s never had. We learn each child and their personalities and how Noah deals with them–he does OK but Tricia knows it could be better!
Noah and Tricia dance around each other for some time before they face their attraction but what can they do about it? With everyone “helping” Tricia and Noah do have a romance but life is a little sticky for them though. This was to be a temporary job for Tricia!
I’ve enjoyed both David and Noah’s books–David’s was THE BACHELOR’S STAND IN WIFE #1912. November’s release THE MILLIONAIRE’S CHRISTMAS WIFE is Gideon’s story. I’m ready for it now
Heart warming read!
Excellent read! I honestly didn’t know what to expect when I picked the novel up. Looking at the cover you would never expected to read such a heart warming story! The two man characters are wonderful and the sub-characters are great additions as well. I adored the children but I did find the parts where they called their dad “Father” a bit off-putting but not so much where I couldn’t finish the novel. I liked the fact that Noah knew so much about each of his children =p
totally worth it
okay i brought this book on my kindle and couldnt put it down the twins are fun-loving and it killed me when they say father (lol) but it was very good :]
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Tricia McBride came to a quick stop a few feet from the interview room of At Your Service, a prestigious Sacramento domestic-and-clerical-help agency. She stared in disbelief at the owner, Denise Watson, who’d been filling her in on the details of a job opening.
“Hold on a second,” Tricia said. “Let me get this straight. I’m not being interviewed by the person I would be working for, this Noah Falcon? I would be taking the job, boss unseen?”
“That sums it up,” Denise replied. “It happens all the time, Tricia.”
“It does?”
“Remember, I screen all my potential employers, just as I do my employees. If you find yourself in an impossible situation, you’ll leave, but I don’t think that’ll be the case. Noah’s a successful business owner, a widower with four children. Pillar of the community.”
“Yet he’s not doing the interviewing.” Tricia didn’t like how two and two were adding up. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”
Denise hesitated. “Well, to be honest, he doesn’t know his current employee is quitting. She told Noah’s brother in confidence, and he decided to take matters into his own hands and do the hiring himself.”
“Why’s that?”
“You can ask him yourself.” Denise opened the door, leaving Tricia no choice but to follow her inside.
An attractive man about her own age stood. Denise made the introductions. “Tricia McBride, this is David Falcon.”
Greetings were exchanged, then Denise left them alone.
“Your résumé is impressive,” David said, taking his seat at the conference table again.
It is? Tricia thought, but she said thank you then sat. “Why me, Mr. Falcon?”
He raised his brows at her directness. “Why not you, Ms. McBride?”
“I’m sure Denise told you I’ll be leaving Sacramento in January to move to San Diego to start a new job. I would be in your brother’s employ less than three months. That seems unfair to the family.”
“And you’re absolutely committed to this other job?”
“Yes, absolutely, unequivocally. I’ve given my word.”
“Just checking,” he said with a smile. “You know, it’s obviously not the ideal situation for us. But the important thing is that we’ll have that three-month cushion to find someone perfect, someone who will stay. Who knows, it could happen next week, and you’d be on your way. We’re not guaranteeing the job for the whole three months, either. But in the past Noah has been forced into making expedient choices. You’ll be giving him the luxury of time to find just the right person.”
“By that you mean he loses employees frequently?”
David hesitated. “My brother tends to hire people fresh out of college who don’t have a clue about life yet, not to mention how to handle four children. You were a kindergarten teacher, which leads me to believe that you like children, certainly a necessity for the job, plus you have actual experience working with them. You’re thirty-four, so you have life skills, as well. Denise has done a thorough background check on you, and I feel comfortable that you’ll be an asset.”
She eyed him directly, not easily fooled. “And what’s the real reason you’re doing this behind his back?”
He half smiled. “Truth? Noah’s children are in need of a woman like you, even if it’s only for a few months. Their mother died three years ago. The house is…quiet. They need laughter. And someone who will stand toe-to-toe with Noah.”
“Why?”
“He needs help, but he usually resists suggestions. Noah is still grieving. He doesn’t know how to deal with his children.”
“Deal with them?”
“Wrong word, I guess. He loves them. He just doesn’t know how to show it.”
He sounded to Tricia like a man out of his element and on the edge. “When Denise called me yesterday to talk about the job she made it seem like a nanny position, but after the details she gave me today, I’d say it’s beyond that.”
“It’s more teacher than nanny. The kids are homeschooled, so your teaching background is important.”
“Homeschooling four children is a far cry from being a nanny.”
“Which is why the salary is so high. But the kids are bright and eager to learn.”
“How old are they?”
“The boys are nine and the girls are twelve.”
“Twins? As in two sets?”
He gave her a dry, apologetic smile. “Which is the other reason the salary is high. Yes, two sets of twins, who aren’t nearly as intimidating as you might imagine. Just the idea of them tends to scare off the prospective help, which is why I asked Denise not to mention it.”
“I’m really not sure about this….”
“I understand your reservations, but if you’ll just give it a chance…” He leaned forward. “Denise is good at what she does, finding the right person for the job. In fact, she’s downright uncanny at it. Why don’t I just take you to Noah’s house now, while he’s at the office? You can meet the children and see the environment.”
The children. Tricia pictured them, sad, and lonely for a father who didn’t know how to show he loved them. She blew out a breath, trying to dispatch the heart-tugging image. “Where does he live?”
“About an hour’s drive north of Sacramento, a little town called Chance City, although not within the town itself.”
“You mean it’s in the country?” Tricia couldn’t contain her horror at the idea. She’d spent her entire life in the city. She liked concrete and grocery stores and fast-food restaurants.
“Depends on what you mean by country. It’s in the Sierra foothills,” David said. “His home is large and comfortable, on ten acres of property.”
“As in no neighbors for ten acres?” This was getting worse and worse.
“Or thereabouts.”
“So, I’d have to live in? What about my house? I’m getting it ready to put on the market.”
“You could get Saturdays and Sundays off. He can hire weekend help locally, if he wants to,” David said.
Silence blanketed the room. Living in, with weekends off. Not exactly what she’d signed up for. Or expected. Then again, it was only for three months, and her mantra of the past year kept repeating in her head: Life is short. Make it an adventure. She just needed to keep her usual safety net in place, too.
“Okay,” she said at last. “Let’s go check it out.”
Claws of tension dug into Noah Falcon’s shoulders as he turned into his driveway and followed it to the back of his property. He drove into the garage, shut off the engine and sat, trying to shift out of work mode and into parent mode. The demands of owning a company were a breeze compared to being with his children each night. Somehow during the past three years they’d become almost strangers to each other.
Lately he’d found himself coming home later and later, knowing they would be ready for bed, if not already asleep, thus avoiding contact beyond a query about how their day had gone and what they’d learned. When he did manage to make it home for dinner, he tried to carry on a conversation at the table, but unless he continually asked questions, they were almost silent. He didn’t know how to breach that silence, to get them to open up on their own.
And this was Friday, which meant another whole weekend with them.
At least tonight he didn’t have to worry about what to do, since it was past their bedtime. But as he walked toward the house he saw his daughters’ bedroom light on and realized he’d come home too early, after all. The rest of the second-floor rooms visible from the back side of the house were dark—the master suite and the bedroom the boys shared. Although there was a bedroom for each child, both sets of twins remained doubled up, choosing not to be separated.
He understood their need to be together and hadn’t pushed them to split up, even though he remembered having to share with his middle brother, Gideon, when they were young, and begging to have his own space, not getting it until he was a teenager.
But twins were different. Closer. At least his twins were. And Adam and Zach were only nine, so they probably wouldn’t be ready for individual rooms for a while yet. Maybe Ashley and Zoe never would.
Noah let himself into the kitchen through the back door. As usual, a plastic-wrap-covered dinner plate was in the refrigerator, along with instructions on how long to heat it in the microwave. He peered through the clear wrap and saw meat loaf, mashed potatoes and green beans. His stomach growled. He shoved the plate into the microwave, set it and headed upstairs to say good-night.
As he neared the landing he heard a woman speaking, her voice dramatic. The girls must be watching a movie, because it wasn’t their nanny, Jessica.
He’d almost reached the doorway to the girls’ room when he spotted all four of his children reflected in Ashley’s floor-to-ceiling ballet mirror on the bedroom wall. They wore pajamas. The boys were nestled in beanbag chairs they’d dragged into the room from their own. The girls were lying on their stomachs on Ashley’s bed, chins resting on their hands. All of them were focused on a woman standing off to the side a little, an open book in her hand.
She was tall. He was six-four, and he figured she was five-ten, maybe taller. Her hair was a wild mass of golden-blond curls that bounced as she dramatized the story. She used a different voice for each character and put her whole body into the performance—her whole very nice body. Blue jeans clung to long legs; her breasts strained against a form-fitting sweater. Incredible breasts.
She would look magnificent naked, like some kind of Amazon. A warrior woman—
Noah scattered the image. She was a stranger in his house, in his children’s bedroom. Who the hell was she? And where was Jessica?
He moved into the room. The children turned and stared but said nothing, just looked back and forth between the woman and him.
“Good evening,” he said to them.
“Good evening, Father,” they answered almost in unison.
He saw the woman frown for a moment, then she came forward, her hand out. Brilliant green eyes took his measure. “Hi. You must be Noah Falcon. I’m Tricia McBride, your new schoolmarm.”
“My new…schoolmarm?” he repeated as he shook her hand. “But, where’s Jessica?”
“Watching television in her bedroom. We ca…
