Erik
Nappies, poop, and so many sleepless nights, I was pretty sure in some countries, this would be considered torture, and my kids could be tried for war crimes.
Yep, I was now a dad. A dad who had no clue what he was doing. A dad who somehow ended up with two kids who weren't his, but I fuc- er, I mean - gosh-darn, I loved them.
Only... I needed help. A LOT of help.
My house was a wreck, and I needed sleep.
Badly.
Enter Laura — the Queen of Clean.
She had to be an apparition caused by my sleep-deprived mind. Cause god knew she was exactly what I'd always wanted in a woman, and one glance at her curves and pretty smile had me reconsidering the need for sleep.

Laura
Being offered my own TV show was a dream come true.
As the Queen of Clean, I had an opportunity to educate people about the importance of cleanliness. Only one look at my latest project and all I could think of were dirty, sweaty, filthy things.
Erik Larsson is tempting me with sweet murmurings, beautiful babies and a helpless need for a spotless kitchen. The man knows my weaknesses... the only problem?
I'm meant to be leaving for my next assignment at the end of the month.
The Queen of Clean doesn't stick around... right?

Warning: This hilarious read involves cute babies, gorgeously helpless men, and an appreciation for a clean house that goes over oh so well. Settle in greedy reader, you might need gloves for this delicious mess.