Overview

Joey Being a guy taking care of other people’s kids was hard. Even after five years with my fiance, parents sometimes looked at me sideways for being gay. When my wedding fell through, taking my dreams of adopting a kid of my own with it, only my work kept me going. Then some idiots attacked the nursery. Bet they didn’t see six feet of mixed martial arts coming their way, so if somebody could explain to Godric Avonshire that I wasn’t trying to get hired to be a mob boss’s manny, that’d be great. Embarrassingly rich and fantastically British, Godric Avonshire lost his wife, and my heart went out to the guy; however, knowing he had hitmen coming after his two kids, how could I say no? The paycheck is great, and frankly, if I want to adopt solo, I kind of need the money, but there’s no way getting involved with the mafia ends well. Godric I lost the love of my life. No woman in the world ever made me feel the way Victoria did, and there was no way I would ever allow anyone, including my late wife’s parents, to ever take our children from me. When Joey Peters took out a pair of gunmen empty handed, I found the nanny of my dreams. Already well loved by my children and ruthlessly gifted at violence, he was perfect. Practically a doberman in human form. With my children safe, my mind should move to business, but he awoke a need I thought dead. The more I see, the more I crave, and I’m used to getting exactly what I want.