Title: Such Great Heights
Author: Sydney Logan
Genre: Sweet Romance
Release Date: June 19, 2020
Release Date: June 19, 2020
Blurb
He’s her boss.
She’s the nanny.
Love's not an option . . . right?
Fresh out of college and ready to take on the world, Olivia Stuart can’t wait
to step into her first classroom. But when her dreams of becoming a teacher
fall flat, she accepts a job as a nanny. It’s good practice, after all. If she
can’t handle one kid, how can she possibly deal with a classroom full of them?
to step into her first classroom. But when her dreams of becoming a teacher
fall flat, she accepts a job as a nanny. It’s good practice, after all. If she
can’t handle one kid, how can she possibly deal with a classroom full of them?
Little does she know that this one kid—and his father—will turn her life upside
down.
down.
After years of misery, Jackson Healey was almost relieved when his wife
abandoned him six months ago. But now he’s a single dad to their heartbroken
five-year-old, and he’s having a hard time dealing with his son’s violent
tantrums. Olivia’s the latest in a long string of nannies, but Jackson’s
hopeful that her teaching degree and sweet patience will help his son overcome
his pain.
abandoned him six months ago. But now he’s a single dad to their heartbroken
five-year-old, and he’s having a hard time dealing with his son’s violent
tantrums. Olivia’s the latest in a long string of nannies, but Jackson’s
hopeful that her teaching degree and sweet patience will help his son overcome
his pain.
The last thing he expects is to fall in love.
Jackson knows he has to keep his distance for this arrangement to work.
Now if only he can convince his heart.
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Excerpt
I crossed a line
tonight. An imaginary but potent line in the sand that I’d drawn in my own
head. From the moment she walked into my office on that very first day, I’d
realized immediately that I would have to keep my distance if this arrangement
was going to work.
tonight. An imaginary but potent line in the sand that I’d drawn in my own
head. From the moment she walked into my office on that very first day, I’d
realized immediately that I would have to keep my distance if this arrangement
was going to work.
And I’d kept my
distance . . . until tonight.
distance . . . until tonight.
With a groan, I bury
my head in my hands. We almost kissed tonight. Maybe it would have led to more.
Maybe it wouldn’t have. The fact is . . . it can’t. For
one thing, I’m still married. But most importantly, Ryder has to come first.
Always. I can’t complicate the situation by falling for his nanny.
my head in my hands. We almost kissed tonight. Maybe it would have led to more.
Maybe it wouldn’t have. The fact is . . . it can’t. For
one thing, I’m still married. But most importantly, Ryder has to come first.
Always. I can’t complicate the situation by falling for his nanny.
It can’t happen.
I won’t let it.
Someone gently
knocks on my door, and I know it’s her.
knocks on my door, and I know it’s her.
“Come in.”
Olivia opens the
door slightly. “I . . . umm . . . just wanted to
let you know he’s asleep.”
door slightly. “I . . . umm . . . just wanted to
let you know he’s asleep.”
“He’s okay?”
“Just a bad dream.”
I breathe a sigh of
relief.
relief.
“Thank you for
checking on him. And for . . . well, for everything.”
checking on him. And for . . . well, for everything.”
With a nod, she
steps inside and closes the door behind her. I remain silent as she sits down
in a chair. Fear grips me as I brace myself, waiting for her to say she’s
reconsidered, and that her suitcase is packed. It would serve me right, but it
would also destroy my son.
steps inside and closes the door behind her. I remain silent as she sits down
in a chair. Fear grips me as I brace myself, waiting for her to say she’s
reconsidered, and that her suitcase is packed. It would serve me right, but it
would also destroy my son.
“Jackson, I think we
need to talk.” Her voice shakes slightly—the only indication that she’s
nervous. “If this is going to work, I think we need to establish
some . . . limits.”
need to talk.” Her voice shakes slightly—the only indication that she’s
nervous. “If this is going to work, I think we need to establish
some . . . limits.”
She’s so brave,
drawing her own lines in the sand.
drawing her own lines in the sand.
“Olivia, I owe you
an apology.”
an apology.”
“You don’t. Nothing
happened.”
happened.”
“But it could’ve.
And it can’t.”
And it can’t.”
“You’re right, of
course. Do you think . . . maybe we were just caught up in the
moment? You’ve had such an emotionally draining day. We both have.”
course. Do you think . . . maybe we were just caught up in the
moment? You’ve had such an emotionally draining day. We both have.”
It would be easy to
blame my lapse of judgment on this dreadful day. But does she really believe
that? Or is she trying to convince herself—and me—that we hadn’t felt a thing?
blame my lapse of judgment on this dreadful day. But does she really believe
that? Or is she trying to convince herself—and me—that we hadn’t felt a thing?
“Is that what you
think?” I ask.
think?” I ask.
Olivia’s face
flickers with emotion before she settles her gaze on her hands in her lap.
flickers with emotion before she settles her gaze on her hands in her lap.
“Maybe.”
Maybe. The word hangs in the air, just waiting for
me to grab it and hold on for dear life. To agree that maybe it didn’t mean
anything. That maybe we were just overwhelmed and looking for any small amount
of comfort we could find.
me to grab it and hold on for dear life. To agree that maybe it didn’t mean
anything. That maybe we were just overwhelmed and looking for any small amount
of comfort we could find.
Maybe is a gift. A life raft. A chance to
save my son from drowning.
save my son from drowning.
I take it.
“Maybe so,” I
whisper.
whisper.
Does she believe me?
I have no idea. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that she stays.
I have no idea. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that she stays.
“I want to stay,”
she says, reading my mind.
she says, reading my mind.
“Good. Because we
want you to stay.”
want you to stay.”
She nods and slowly
rises from her chair.
rises from her chair.
“Goodnight,
Jackson.”
Jackson.”
“Goodnight.”
Author Bio
Sydney Logan writes heartfelt stories that feature strong
women and the men who love them. In addition to her novels, she has penned
several short stories and is a contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul. She is
a Netflix junkie, music lover, and a Vol for Life. Sydney and her husband make
their home in beautiful East Tennessee.
Keep in touch with Sydney by signing up for her newsletter!
women and the men who love them. In addition to her novels, she has penned
several short stories and is a contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul. She is
a Netflix junkie, music lover, and a Vol for Life. Sydney and her husband make
their home in beautiful East Tennessee.
Keep in touch with Sydney by signing up for her newsletter!
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