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My name is Yana Doyle, and in my world, I'm the trainer everyone calls to handle the wildest of dogs. So when socialite Mary Yeats hired me to "tame" her unruly son, I thought it'd be just another job. "We'll be out of town," she said breezily. "Don't worry. My boy will let you in." The door swung open. I stared. Since when do "boys" stand six-foot-three with a carved eight-pack and a stare that could freeze hell? Then, glowing words flickered above me like some twisted subtitle. [This nanny's dead in three days. Male lead's first victim.] [If he doesn't break, how will Sunny Chase become his light?] A month later, I collected my check and walked out. Ryan Yeats said he would never forgive me. Years passed, and he found me again, tall, fierce, and cornering me. He leaned in, voice rough, eyes burning. "Not going to feed your puppy anymore, Yana? He's starving."