Okay, where do I even start with Sinful Nanny? First of all, Ashlee Rose, ma’am, I think I owe you my therapy bill. This book should come with a warning: “Do not read in public unless you want to turn 50 shades of flustered and have strangers asking if you’re okay.”
Let’s set the scene: I’m thinking, “Oh, it’s about a nanny and her boss? How cute, maybe they’ll bond over bedtime stories and spilled Cheerios.” HA. Nope. It’s about a nanny and her boss…bonding over adult-only bedtime stories. The steam level? Unholy. Like, I’m-gonna-need-to-confess-to-a-priest levels of smutty goodness.
And the drama? Oh my God, I was living for it. Our girl goes from “Oops, I slept with my boss” to “Oops, my boyfriend’s cheating on me” faster than I can say, “Girl, dump him!” But honestly, I can’t even be mad at her choices. The boss? Absolute daddy material (and not just because he can afford a nanny). He’s all brooding, sexy, and totally inappropriate in the best way. Boyfriend? Trash. Straight to the streets with him.
Also, let’s talk about this Sinful Reads Book Club. Six friends who just sit around reading spicy romance and then accidentally starring in their own? Goals. Where do I sign up? I will bring snacks.
Was there much plot? Honestly, not really. Did I care? Absolutely not. I came for the steam, stayed for the chaos, and left needing a cold shower and a new Kindle because mine overheated.
If you’re looking for forbidden age-gap goodness with absolutely zero chill, Sinful Nanny delivers. It’s sinful, it’s smutty, and it’s just the right amount of ridiculous. Ashlee Rose, I will never look at a nanny job the same way again. Five stars and a very red face.