Mister Bossy
A Small Town Single Dad and Nanny Romance
Cassie-Ann L. Miller
Contents
Stories by Cassie-Ann L. Miller
About “Mister Bossy”
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Epilogue
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About “Mister Bossy”
He’s my boss. My grumpy, jaded, fresh-out-of-jail boss.
Falling for him is not okay.
Too bad I’m already up-to-my-eyeballs in love.
I always imagined myself with my very own Prince Charming. The kind of man in those fairytales I grew up reading.
And when Eli Kingston shows up in Crescent Harbor—grumpy, jaded and fresh out of jail—I know he's not the one for me.
So what if I find myself living under his roof, as nanny to his adorable daughter?
I can resist his wide shoulders, his muscled forearms, the big d*ck energy pinging off him like electromagnetic waves.
Like I said, he's not the one.
But seeing him turn to goo for his daughter? That's my weak spot, right there.
Watching him banter with his brothers? There goes another point in his favor.
Seeing him fight like hell to rebuild the life he lost when he got tossed into jail? I'm Team Eli all the way.
Soon, I discover that his kisses are magic. And when our bodies meet, it's almost too good to be true.
Now, I've got capital-F 'feelings' for my boss. Our love is unfolding like the storybook romance I've always dreamed of.
But here's the thing—Eli's not the only one with a secret. I've got a big, bad monster hiding out at the bottom of my panty drawer. (Not the battery-operated kind, unfortunately).
When he discovers that I’m not as innocent as I seem, will the pages of our fairytale go up in flames?
Mister Bossy is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, single dad and nanny small town romance featuring a schmexy ex-convict daddy with a big, big heart under a big, big layer of concrete. It is set in small town Illinois and is the conclusion to the Bad Boys in Love series.
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And they lived happily ever after…”
I sigh dreamily as I close the children’s book and clutch it to my chest.
What I’d give to meet a real-life prince like that, right here in Crescent Harbor.
Fluttery sensations dance in my belly when my eyes drift to the handsome face encased in a wooden picture frame sitting on the pastel pink night stand.
Tall and dark-haired with wide shoulders and a twinkling smile. A clean-shaven businessman with a powerful body perfectly sculpted for wearing custom-tailored suits.
I imagine him with a deliciously possessive bad boy edge.
And the superpower to dissolve my panties with just a few dirty words whispered into my ear.
And big dick energy pinging off him like electromagnetic waves.
And—
“I love that story,” a little voice murmurs sleepily, shredding through my reverie just as things are beginning to heat up. I always get a little carried away when I start to daydream about this guy.
I glance at Callie where she’s snuggling down into her pillow.
“I know, right?” I whisper, shaking off the remnants of my silly fantasy as I set the book on the night stand. “Me, too.”
When I steal another quick peek at the photo in the picture frame, I get all those fluttery feelings again.
I have a bit of a crush. Over the past few months, it’s been spiraling out of control. These days, the man’s gorgeous face stays on loop in my mind for hours on end. I can’t get him out of my head.
But right now isn’t the time for daydreams. It’s time to get this little princess all tucked in for the night.
I pull up the thick, mermaid-pattern comforter over the sweet five-year-old. She looks so tiny and innocent in the shadowy light of the bedside lamp. “I wanna marry a prince one day…” she mumbles as she gently fades into sleep.
Smiling, I reach out and carefully brush her dark blond curls from her freckled cheek. “Yeah. Me, too.”
My dating history has been comprised of nothing but a string of lacklustre dates and a few short-lived quasi-relationships that all fell flat. Still, I’m holding out for a whirlwind love story. A romance that will sweep me off my feet. An epic happy-ever-after with a guy who ticks off every item on my ideal man wishlist. I don’t care if that seems naive.
I want a love where there’s butterflies and fireworks and pulse-pounding chemistry. I want a love that feels like magic. I think that every girl deserves her own storybook romance.
I’m a diehard romantic.
Sue me.
Callie’s eyes have already drifted closed. I lean forward and press my lips to her forehead. My heart squeezes when she smiles in her sleep.
I like children—a lot—but this kid? She’s carved out a tiny burrow hole for herself in my chest. One day—once I’ve met my dream guy—I’m going to have at least five little ones, just like her, running around.
In the meantime, I’ll take what I can get as Callie’s nanny. Even if it isn’t exactly
