So…will Eli Kingston get his own happy ending? Why, of course.
Eli Kingston is out of jail, y'all. He's angry and he's jaded and he's horny. And he's looking for someone to take it out on.
Can sweet, perky Jessa take the heat?
Excerpt
The house is still and silent. I’m sitting on the couch. In the dark. Holding hands with the man who’s supposed to be my boss. The man I’ve fantasized about for months.
His face is just inches from mine, and I don’t even know how that happened.
I swallow hard, begging my racing heart to slow the heck down. I look up and finally meet his eyes. The way he’s looking at me right now makes it hard to breathe. My inner thoughts battle it out as I stare back at him. There's a war going on inside me.
Kiss me...
Don’t kiss me...
I glance at his sensual mouth.
Kiss me, dammit!
Mister Bossy is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, single dad and nanny, small town romance featuring a chirpy nanny who believes in fairytales and a growly alpha who's lost his faith in...everything. It is set in small town Illinois. It is the Bad Boys in Love series conclusion that you didn't see coming...Or maybe you did.
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Tucking my helmet under my arm, I twirl my key ring around my pointer. As I head off down the sidewalk, my foot catches on something. The chalkboard sign makes a cracking noise that echoes down the quiet street as it hits the pavement. Several colorful balloons pop in the process.
What the fuck?!
It really pisses me off that people do inconsiderate shit like that. You want to advertise your business? Take out an ad in the newspaper. Don’t drop your dumbass message board into the middle of a sidewalk, cluttering the passageway where other people are supposed to walk.
I glare down at the message. Cupcake of the week: Pumpkin-Maple. Grab your free sample during opening week.
Who the fuck cares?
My instincts are screaming at me to stomp my boot into the thing, just to hear the satisfying crunch of the board cracking down the middle. I resist that urge and instead, I look away and continue my trek to the barbershop’s front door.
This is me being the bigger person.
"Excuse me! Excuse me!" I hear a woman’s panicked voice and heels clicking hurriedly on the pavement behind me. I don't turn around because there's no reason for whoever it is to be talking to me. But the voice rings out again. "Hello?"
I growl on the inside. I’d like to keep my contact with the people of this town to a minimum. Not sure how that’s gonna work since I’m opening a business. Without slowing my pace, I throw a glance over my shoulder. A pair of huge, black eyes are staring right at me.
My steps falter. Whoa! I’d be lying if I said that the sight of her didn’t catch me off guard. Eyes like that…
I turn and give her my full attention. My gaze sweeps over her from head to toe. Her eyes are definitely not the only pretty part of the package. She’s got ridiculously smooth skin. Annoyingly smooth skin. And perky breasts with nipples pebbled from the cold under her white button-up top. She has on a boring flowy skirt covered in sunflowers. She stands in a straight posture, with her shoulders back. She looks a lot like a spoiled brat. Some classy chick who’s never had a rough day in her life. She'd probably consider a broken nail to be a hardship. All prissy and put together. Just looking at her makes me mad.
Her cheeks flush from my blatant scrutiny and her words seem to get tangled up in her throat for a split second before she rebounds peevishly. "I'm sorry but you knocked over my signboard." Despite the polite smile pulling her lips upward, her voice is tight with irritation.
My frown deepens at her accusatory tone. "What?"
Her heels clack on the pavement when she takes a step closer, still wearing that pre-packaged smile. "You knocked over my sidewalk board." She points to the chalkboard sign overturned on the concrete. “Would you kindly pick it up, please?” She lifts her chin boldly, staring at me without flinching.
My eyes move over her again, snagging on her nametag. Vivian. Yeah, I guess she looks like a Vivian. The way the skirt cinches tight at her tiny waist and her slight breasts tent the fabric of her top. The way her pale skin looks smooth and creamy in contrast to her dark hair. And that feisty little mouth, all polished in muted shade of red. Her strange get-up is oddly sexy. And those eyes...Something about the way it all comes together is making my mouth water.
Focus, asshole. “Your sidewalk board was in the middle of the damn sidewalk.”
“It’s a sidewalk board...That’s why it’s on the sidewalk.“ She uses the tone of a teacher annoyed with a student who's having a hard time grasping a very basic concept. What a little bitch!
I throw a glance at her ring finger. She’s annoying as fuck but there’s no way some chump hasn’t already gotten the bright idea to claim this woman—a stockbroker or a lawyer who wears expensive suits and commutes to his pretentious city job and drives an over-sized luxury car to
