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.