Our Nanny is a Vampire

 Conrad Lawrence has lost nine nannies in three years.
There was Nanny Franny McFine (four days). Marie Von Fire, who claimed she'd once worked for a duke. Mrs. Corrinna Rainer, who lasted until Billie released crickets into her suitcase. Mademoiselle Joella Frosty, who called his kids "creatively hostile" and blocked his number before she reached the end of the driveway.
So when nanny #10 walked through the door, Conrad wasn't expecting much. Then Winnie shows up.
She's calm where his house is chaos. Patient where his kids are relentless. And she sees the grief he's been quietly carrying for three years without flinching from it — because she's been carrying centuries of her own.
Winnie has survived two hundred years by never staying long enough to be found. But this house, this impossible family, and this exhausted, good-hearted father are the first things she's wanted to keep in longer than she can remember.
She should have known better. Because the past doesn't let go that easily — and hers is coming to collect.