Excerpt of What A Woman Wants by Judi Fennell

Taking a deep breath and straightening his shoulders, Bryan bit the bullet and rang the bell.

Instantly a chorus of barks, shrieks, and a couple of “Expelliarmus!” spells erupted, followed by a nasty crash and some muttered cursing.

Then she opened the door.

For a moment, Bryan just stared.

Then his PR training kicked in and he ramped up the Charmer smile that was not only his signature look, but one that came naturally around beautiful women.

And she was stunning. From her artfully messy, wavy brown hair, to the curves just hinted at beneath the open neckline of the mis-buttoned blouse, to the yoga pants that hugged shapely legs that went on forever, the woman was almost as tall as he was and built like a woman should be, rounded in all the right places with just enough to hold on to for the ride of a lifetime.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be such a bad gig after all.

Then the kids hit the scene, heads popping out behind her like some dance number in a musical.

And they didn’t stop popping. Three. Four. Five. She had her own basketball team.

Bryan reined in the smile. He didn’t hit on married women, and he didn’t hit on moms.

He especially didn’t hit on married moms.

Of five.

“Who are you?” Kid number two, or maybe three, asked.

“Honestly, Kelsey, that’s no way to greet someone.” The woman rolled her gorgeous coffee-colored eyes as she flicked her finger under the girl’s chin, then she wiped away her annoyed look and smiled at him.

This time his Charmer smile appeared of its own volition. Bryan couldn’t help it. When she smiled, she was beyond stunning, and it made him glad he was a man—but annoyed she was married.

And a mom.

Of five.

“Can I help you?”

Let me count the ways. Bryan caught himself before he started spouting sonnets. “I’m here to clean your toilet.”

Way to go, idiot. Brilliant opening line.

“I beg your pardon?”

She could beg for whatever she wanted, and he’d give her every single thing.