Bossy Daddy

They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but I wasn't sure that was true until I worked for the billionaire, Alec Brent. He looked hotter than fire, but ice runs in his veins. He was arrogant. Treated me like I was his slave, much lower than even an intern. I didn’t come from his world, and he made me feel it every second I was around him. Small. Insignificant. But, I was determined to get some experience, just so that I could get a good job after college. Then he tried to fire me. I found myself at the mercy of his twin brother, Carlton. The nice one, the one that burned hot. But he's a single daddy. To my delight, I soon found out that not only was he a single daddy, but a bossy one too.

VioletDad got me a job at his best friend's company.I have to go or Dad will cut me off.But the job is boring and I'd rather be somewhere else. That is, until I meet my new boss.Damn, Daddy's friend is a stone cold hottie.A snack I'm about to devour.But, it's wrong. I mean, he's my BOSS!LiamWhen my buddy asks me to hire his daughter, I think I'm doing him a simple favor. I didn't realize she'd be so sweet and beautiful.I can't stop looking at her.Fantasizing.Bent over my desk.Her back side primed for a spanking.No, I can't have her.It's wrong. I'm her BOSS ffs.But then again, what are friends for?Short, hot, and over the top! If you love possessive alpha males, totally unrealistic insta-love romance, this one's for you! No cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA!

Cassandra I’m a horrible secretary. I can’t even get my boss’s coffee right. It’s not my fault he scrambles my brain. Plus, I haven’t slept well in weeks. My brother is in trouble. When I’m inevitably fired, I need a way to get money. Turns out I have something valuable to sell. Now, I just need to go through with it. Spence Cassandra is the reason I come into the office. I own the company; I can work from home. But, she’s too adorable for words. She’s also terrible at her job. When she gets fired without my knowledge, Ben follows her. What is the naughty Little girl up to? It’s going to take more than one man to rein her in. But we will because she’s ours. Benjamin I’ve had my eyes on Cassandra for months. But so has my boss and best friend, Spence. So I keep my mouth shut and my mind focused. My job is to protect Spence. Until I’m assigned to protect Cassandra too. When I find out what she has planned, I lose my mind. She definitely needs a keeper. Thank goodness she now has two.

In the eyes of others, she was a high and mighty daughter of heaven, but she didn't think that she would unintentionally give birth to a child for him. After a few years, when the child wanted to find her father, what would she do? A Treasure 1: "Daddy, you don't want us anymore?" "Daddy, if you don't go looking for Mommy, she'll run away with someone else!" A certain CEO's face darkened. "I have to search every corner of the world to find her ..."

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a woman newly turned eighteen, with a few grotesquely cheap beers in her belly, will want to pounce on her best friend’s older brother. Okay, so maybe that isn’t a “universal truth,” but it’s my truth. I’ve had a crush on Derrick Olsen since I needed help tying my shoes. And yes, I was nearly ten by the time I finally mastered the skill—why are laces still a thing when Velcro is so awesome?—but still… I could stare at the man for hours. Meanwhile, he barely knows I’m alive. Or at least, that’s the way it’s been before. But tonight, with a spring moon overhead and bonfire flames dancing across the sexy planes of Derrick’s face, I sense things could change between us. If I’m brave enough to make them change… I can do that. I can come on to my best friend’s older brother. What’s the worst thing that can happen? He turns me down in a fashion so horrifically embarrassing that I decide to hate him forever, and he happily agrees to return the favor? I mean, yeah, I guess that’s a possibility. But the odds of that are slim to none…right?

Could I trust a former special forces soldier or would he betray me? I owed him my life, but did I owe him my heart? There was a bounty on my head. I fled with only one thought in mind: survival. I bought a cabin, sight unseen, in the wilderness. It came with quite a few surprises including a handsome stranger next door, Jaxson Monroe. He also happens to be my own personal hero, saving my life. It’s complicated and I don’t want to disappoint him, but he wants to know why I’ve moved here. If I tell him the truth, he will never want to see me again. I’m not the sweet innocent girl he thinks I am. Expose: Jaxson is a small town contemporary romance featuring a grumpy single dad and is book one of the Eagle Tactical series. The book ends with a HFN (happily for now) and a guaranteed series HEA (happily ever after).

Remembering Eddie Joe Lloyd I knew the story of your wrongful conviction before I knew you. The injustice of your time in prison tore my mind and heart into tiny little pieces. You were the first exoneree I got to meet in person. You came to New York after your exoneration, tapping your toes and snapping your smile. You had too much energy for your cane, too much curiosity for the years you missed in prison. I was amazed. And immediately loved you. You left but you sent letters-yellow lined paper filled with your beautiful prose. You reminded me to trust that you were doing all right, and so was the world. You came back to New York to meet with other exonerees, and you re-stole our hearts with your dance moves, your laugh. I was happy. and loved you more. You left but you sent e-mails-stories of your family, your heart. you reminded me to keep working hard for the exonerees and the exonerees-to-be. You came to Texas to share your story with more people. Your heart was tired, but your real heart was still dancing. You talked about your life after exoneration, and we cried. Listening to you tell your story again, I loved you so much. I knew the story of your life after exoneration. The injustice of your death tears my mind and heart into tiny little pieces. But I took out all those letters and e-mails you sent me yesterday, and you reminded me that it is possible to know the sun even when you feel the rain. Eddie, you are the sunshine of my work. Thank you for sharing yourself with us. I was so lucky to know you, even as I feel your death. I love you. -Sarah Tofte, Innocence Project policy analyst Well, at first I thought he was a bit crazy, we all did. After all, he gave a false confession in a mental institution believing it was a deal with the police to smoke out the real perpetrator, who would be caught napping -his words. His letters from prison took up every line on the page horizontally and then meandered around all sides of the page, as though he would, if space and time permitted, continue to write and talk in an ascending, discursive never ending spiral. And the letters were funny, full of righteous indignation, and an indomitable spirit. We were told that when Eddie was brought to the phone for an attorney call he was forced to wear a spit mask, and was shackled like Hannibal Lechter. So when I met finally met the legendary Eddie Joe Lloyd in the flesh, at the county jail in Detroit, a few days before his release, he exceeded expectation. He was torrent of talk, energy and wit that belied his frail body. A New York Times reporter who accompanied me to the jail, was, to say the least, flummoxed by Eddie, especially after he used a word none of us knew, and had to check in a dictionary (Eddie was right, of course). Yet I was still nervous the day of his scheduled court appearance and release about how he would react. Although the Wayne County prosecutor was joining with us and our cocounsel Saul Green Uustifiably considered on of the best and most honorable lawyers in Detroit, if not America) in a motion to vacate and dismiss Eddie's case on the grounds of innocence, everyone was nervous that Judge Townsend might deny the joint motion. After all, at the time of sentence, Townsend had proclaimed that Eddie should have been "terminated with extreme constriction" (meaning he should be hung) and called for the reinstatement of capital punishment in Michigan. Eddie was magnificent at the proceeding because he stayed calm. Judge Townsend, quite outrageously, insisted that the wrongful conviction was all Eddie's fault, and that Eddie had never asserted his innocence. This is plainly wrong; indeed, Eddie's proclamation of innocence at sentencing, and his compassion for the victim's family who wrongly hated him, is among the most moving I've ever read. But Eddie said nothing, which in Eddie's case was quite surprising. I didn't know what he would do at his post-release press conference, in front of the national media, and standing side by side with prosecutors. When the time finally came for Eddie to speak, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry Mr. Scheck, this is my fifteen minutes of fame and I'm not gonna blow it." He then calmly stepped to the microphone and said, "DNA is God's signature. He writes no forgeries and His checks don't bounce." That remark brought down the house and became the quote of the week in the New York Times. But Eddie was only getting warmed up. From that day until his big, courageous heart gave out Eddie was brilliant, irrepressible, inspirational. Yes, I know he suffered a great deal after he got out, physically and psychologically. But for us, and I speak here for Peter Neufeld and everyone else connected to our organization, the late great Eddie Joe Lloyd always made us laugh, always made us feel terrific about ourselves and the work we do. We miss him terribly, but remain grateful he got his vindication. No one deserved it more. -Barry Scheck & Peter Neufeld, Co-Directors of the Innocence Project There is not a person that met Eddie, as he crusaded for justice, who doesn't smile and glow when his name is mentioned. All of us at the Innocence Project, and in our larger community, are better for having known him. He was a prince. -Maddy delone, Executive Director of the Innocence Project I first saw Eddie Joe while I was in prison and he was on television. Then, last year, I had the pleasure of meeting him in NYC as a fellow exoneree; letting him know that his freedom had given me the hope and the strength to keep fighting for my own. Eddie Joe was an inspiration to me, and he will be missed. -Scott Hornoff, exonerated in 2002 after wrongful imprisonment in Rhode Island "Into each life tears must fall." -EJL at sentencing For five years before I met him, I knew Eddie through his letters. They bore his unmistakable handwriting, his flair for words, and they communicated as only Eddie communicated. With careful emphasis on certain words and phrases, Eddie sent forth part of the irrepressible spirit that refused to lose hope, housed his righteous anger, and fed the zeal of those who worked on his case. Each letter contained life that could not be contained as the body can be contained. Eddie life was marked by injustice. His death, too, is marked by injustice. Injustice that he overcame, keeping his faith, strength, and even humor in a place designed to break spirits. When I ask what life gave Eddie Lloyd, there is only one answer, not enough. Two years of freedom was not enough. Though we burn with the injustice of it, we cannot say that he did not live those two years. We cannot say that he did not find a way to touch every soul he encountered. As he considered himself blessed, so we should consider our blessings for having known and loved such a warrior, scholar, philosopher, and friend. -Huy Dao, Innocence Project Case Director I didn't know Eddie very well-I only met him a few times. But it didn't take long to realize what an extraordinary person Eddie was. I remember the first time I met him was when he spoke to the Innocence Project students in the fall of 2002, not long after he had been exonerated. Listening to Eddie, it occurred to me that he didn't speak in prose like the rest of us mere mortals do. Eddie spoke in poetry, weaving together phrases with the wisdom of Shakespeare, the syncopation of Ginsburg, the whimsy of Cummings. Eddie's rhymes rivaled Dr. Suess. He sampled like an 80s rapper. His two main themes-combating injustice and pursuing women-were as old as Aeschylus and as timely as a modern slam. I am humbled that Eddie found this world -a world that was so cruel to him-to be worthy of his wisdom and his rhymes. And I feel blessed that I had the opportunity to hear them. -David Menschel, former Innocence Project attorney I first met Eddie Joe in August 2002, days after he was released from prison. Unbelievably, Eddie Joe's effervescent, buoyant spirit was unsullied by his ordeal. Eddie Joe emerged from the depths with his sense of humor undiminished and his heart untarnished. He was a true inspiration to me. -Ian Dumain, former Innocence Project student Eddie's spirit and love touched each of us from the minute he walked into our offices. His presence brought joy to us all and regularly reminded us why we do this work. I feel blessed to have known him as a free man and to have shared so many laughs and hugs with him in such a short time. -Aliza Kaplan, former Innocence Project attorney My dear friend Eddie. Your thoughtfulness had a way of making days a little brighter, hearts a little happier, and problems seem a whole lot smaller. You mactfi difference in this world. It can never be said enough how appreciated you were and always will be. You will never be forgotten. -Clark McMillan, exonerated in 2002 in Tennessee I love you Eddie. I adore you and cherish every minute of the time we shared. I just can't imagine life without you. -Vanessa Potkin, Innocence Project Staff Attorney Dedicated to the memory of our brother Eddie Joe Lloyd and the Lloyd/Moore Family

A Most Anticipated Book of 2024 by Good Morning America, W, Nylon, SheReads, and LitHub “We count on our best young fiction writers to bring us news from the digital nervous system. Honor Levy . . . does so with special bite and élan.” —Dwight Garner, The New York Times From groundbreaking debut author Honor Levy, stories to delight and ensnare Walking the wire between imagination and confession, My First Book marks the arrival of an electric new talent. Honor Levy’s uniquely riveting voice emerges from the chaos of coming of age in Generation Z. Never far from a digital interface, her characters grapple with formative political, existential, and romantic experiences in a web-drenched society on the brink of collapse. Inventive, ambitious, and frequently surreal, the stories of My First Book are a mirrorball onto the world as it is. Levy illuminates what it is to be at once adorable, special, heavily medicated, consistently panicked, and completely sincere. One protagonist accompanies a girl with too many teeth through an abortion, while another discovers the infinite nature of love, a third reminisces about other sunsets that were “pinker, like way pinker,” and another encounters God in a downtown arcade. To find and keep faith is the order of the day—but how?