Title: Three To Get Ready (Mannies Incorporated #4 – Standalone)
Author Name: Sean Michael
Publication Date & Length: December 18, 2015 – 190 pgs
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.
1) Can you describe in detail what your writing environment is like?
I have two places where I do the bulk of my writing. I have a desktop machine in an ‘office’ where I can go and escape everything else.
I also have a big, comfy chair in the living room where I sit with my laptop.
This way, if I’m having trouble getting the words down in one spot, I can easily move to the other.
One thing that both places have that it important, is quiet and lack of distractions.
2) Is there one of your characters that you relate to (from any of your works)? Why?
I would have to say out of all my characters, probably Rock from the Jarheads. I am a stalwart grumpy butt just like he is. He’s also one character who it doesn’t matter how long it has been since I’ve written, he’s right there in my head, just waiting to be called on.
3) If you couldn’t be an author, what would you do instead?
If I couldn’t be an author, I would be extremely sad – I love my job so very much and think it’s the best job in the world.
I did want to be a marine biologist growing up, and then an astronaut. I would, in fact, still love to be an astronaut. Seriously. One day they will need writers in space, right?
4) Is there anything that you learned during the writing process that you wish you had known before hand?
I’m going to have to go with no because the journey is part of the process and would I be the same writer if I’d known everything then that I know now, you know?
5) Is there anything that you wish you could change about your book now that it is out?
No, I’m pretty happy with how Three to Get Ready turned out.
6) How do you come up with new ideas for your story?
People watching is a big thing. Making up stories about where this person is going or why that person is running. And also looking at the submission calls and having characters show up in my head in response. Or going, hey, I need to write a new mannies story so I need a new situation. The guys usually show up in my head, ready to tell their stories. More guys show up than I have time for, so I always have stories in various stages of doneness.
7) What’s next for you as a writer?
More of the same, I hope. As I mentioned, I love my job and I hope to be able to keep on doing it for a long time to come. Specifically, on the self-publishing front, I have the next Dom, Sub and Boy book going, and the next Fairytale Shifters story (this one featuring a BDSM foursome!) I could go on – I usually have anywhere from 5-10 stories open at any one time and I have lots of deadlines for 2016…
8) Where do you live? Do you think this influences how or what you write?
I live in Ottawa, Canada. I love winter and the snow and I imagine this does influence what I write, because I love winter settings. And I do set a lot of my stories in Canada.
9) What is your favorite genre outside of the one you write in? Why?
I love sci-fi, and more specifically post-apocalyptic fiction. I absolutely love the pondering of the future and positing what might happen if there’s a nuclear war or if technology suddenly disappeared or if machines take over, etc. I also love time travel stories. The paradoxes in those make my head hurt, but in the best possible way and I love thinking about it.
10) Do you have any vices? Shoes, coffee, shopping…etc?
I have a munching habit a mile long. Chips, nuts, pretzels, crackers, anything crunchy and salty and I am there. I used to drink Coca-Cola with my crunchy stuff, but I haven’t had a drop in two and a half years. So I still love to eat the crunchy things, but it’s not quite as satisfying as it used to be
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.