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Three To Get Ready
Mannies Incorporated #4
Single father Jack Jones is in dire need of a new nanny. His five year old son Nathan is legally blind, he has twin baby girls arriving in less than two months and the girl currently working for him is leaving at Thanksgiving to go home and continue her higher education. If Mannies Incorporated doesn’t come up with a viable candidate soon, he’s not sure what he’s going to do.
Dan Miller is on the hunt for a new job. He’s had some great placements with Mannies Incorporated, many as Manny to multiple birth families to get them over the hump. He even has experience with special needs children, so the job he’s interviewing for looks like it’s right up his alley.
When Dan arrives at Jack’s house, he discovers that this Jack Jones is his Jack Jones, the man he was in love with during college, and who broke up with Dan because Dan wanted children. Will Dan and Jack be able to put the past behind them and work together, or will their past keep them from having a future together?
Dan Miller followed the instructions on his GPS to one Jack Jones' house for his interview. He was trying to decide if it was a good or bad omen that he'd dated a Jack Jones. It had ended, so maybe bad. On the other hand, they'd ended because Jack didn't want kids and he did, which was better to learn early on, before they'd invested a lot of time in each other, right? So good sign.
Chuckling at himself, he went over what Drake at Mannies Inc had told him about the family.
Single gay dad, one special needs son - the boy was nearly six and clinically blind. Apparently he could see general shapes if they were high contrast and he could see lights and light contrast. There were twin girls on their way. In a couple of weeks in a few weeks in fact.
Newborns were Dan's favorite. He loved that new baby smell. He loved their chubby little cheeks and limbs, their fat bellies and how quickly they changed.
After reading the file, he'd had to agree with Drake that he seemed like a really good fit for the family.
The position was live-in, so he paid close attention as the condo came into view. Not far from the beach, it was a decent size, not too big, but not tiny. The front was neat and he could see the backyard was fenced in.
Pulling into the drive, he turned off the engine and took a deep breath. Okay. Interview time. He climbed out of the car, with his best ‘I’m the perfect man to look after your kids’ face on.
He knocked on the front door.
"Daddy! Maddie, someone is here!"
"I'll get it, man. Hopefully this one will work for your daddy, Mr. Picky. I have to leave the week of Thanksgiving. I have to."
The door opened and a lovely dark-skinned young woman stood there with a skinny little boy in thick glasses. "Hey there. Can I help you?"
"Hi, Dan Miller. I'm here to see Mr. Jones?"
"Sure. Come on in. I'm Maddie, Nathan's personal assistant." She winked at him.
"Very nice to meet you." He shook her hand.
Then he turned his attention to the little boy. "Hey there, You must be Nathan."
"Uh-huh. Nathan James Jones." One hand was held out. "Pleased meeting you."
Dan took Nathan's hand and shook it solemnly. "Pleased to meet you, too."
"Hey there. Sorry, man. I was paying some bills. Crazy life."
Dan looked up at the familiar voice and blinked. Strong jaw, blond curls, and the bluest eyes in the history of the earth -- that was Jack. His Jack.
Dan felt like he'd been poleaxed.
His Jack who didn't want kids, no way no how was he fucking crazy for even suggesting it.
"Jack?" Oh, smooth, Dan. Clearly it was Jack. Hell, even if he couldn't believe his eyes, the folder he'd gotten from Drake had said the guy's name was Jack.
"Dan? Danny? Oh, my God!" Jack's eyes went wide. "Look at you. You look amazing."
He kind of hated the way Jack's words made him stand a little taller, a little straighter. "So do you. The years have been good to you." Twelve years. Shit, things had changed in that time, that much was obvious, but not how just a glance from those devastating eyes could make his cock perk up. That hadn’t changed a damn bit.
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Bicycle Presents of the Past
Thank you for having me to help me celebrate the release of Three To Get Ready, a Mannies Incorporated novel.
In the novel, one of the gifts Nathan gets for Christmas is a bike. This is the one thing on his Christmas wish list that he really, really wants, and Santa comes through for him.
I can remember a bike being on my wish list more than one year. And both times, I didn’t get it for Christmas, but I did get it for my birthday – which is near the end of January. Back in those days - I had to walk uphill to school both ways, in twenty feet of snow while barefoot and carrying my desk on my back ;) – but seriously, at the time, stores didn’t carry bikes in January, so I can remember a distinct lack of gifts for me to open. Instead, I had a card with a picture of the bike from the Canadian Tire and Sears catalogs. And there’s another thing you just don’t see anymore – physical catalogs.
Then, in the spring, once the last of the snow had gone, my father would take me to the store, and we would buy my birthday bike.
The first one I got for my birthday was my first bike ever and I can remember learning how to ride, my father holding onto the back of the seat to keep me steady. And I was doing great until I realised he was no longer holding on – he couldn’t keep up with me at that point in fact – and as soon as I realized I was on my own, I crashed. It didn’t take long before I had the hang of it, though, and I’d bike around the long blocks in Montreal, pedalling madly.
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Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to "Chicago."
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.
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