He is powerful, older and my boss, a lethal combination. Job satisfaction has taken on a whole new meaning. When I lied on my resume, I didn't expect it to matter. I mean any child would love me; I was born to be a nanny. I applied for a position working for a woman, or so I thought. But Julian Masters is definitely all man...the kind you dream of licking chocolate from. The first day was bad. The kids were the spawn of the devil and I spied through a window and caught him doing something obscene.... and equally fascinating. The second day was worse, he caught me snooping in his bathroom cabinet in my skimpy pyjamas and all hell broke loose. On the third day, I ran over him in a golf cart. And by day four I had decided that I wanted that chocolate...all of it. Melted....on me. But intelligent, widowed Judges don't fall for ditzy nannies. Or do they?

Timothy Masters was a lonely, troubled teenager with a penchant for gory artwork when he first saw Peggy Lee Hettrick… …her dead, mutilated body nearly frozen in the early morning of Fort Collins, Colorado. Not believing it could really be a dead body, thinking he was the victim of yet another prank by his abusive classmates, the fifteen-year-old didn’t go to the police—but they came to him. So began a decade-long investigation led by a relentless detective who was sure that Masters was the killer, even without a shred of physical evidence. Against all reason, a conspiracy of silence and circumstantial evidence eventually put Masters behind bars. Only the determination of a lone investigator who believed the young man was innocent would reveal the shocking truth, and free Masters after ten years in prison. This is the compelling true story of one life ended in blood and murder, one life ruined by coincidence and prejudice, and justice long denied but finally found.

He was gorgeous, older, and had the worst reputation in all of England.The way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine.Our first meeting was at a wedding, where he followed me outside and kissed me.Our second meeting ended in a huge fight with me kicking him out.Our third meeting, I went on a double, blind date.You can imagine my surprise when I saw familiar blue eyes across the table opposite my friend.Oh....no....He was sarcastic and witty and damn, If he wasn't the sexiest bastard I ever laid eyes on.Then he sent me an email listing thirty reasonswhy I should go on a date with him.I was expecting a suave and intelligent list.Curious, I read on.Reason 1 - I have white teethReason 2 - I love my grandmaReason 3 - I have a size 13 shoe - you do the math.The man's a fool, his list was some of the most ridiculous things I've ever read.And the funniest.We laughed hard...and loved harder.You can outrun everything......except your past.And his has caught up.Wild handsome players don't fall for innocent girls like me, Or do the

He was gorgeous, older and guarded. I knew he was trouble from the moment we locked eyes. We met at work, on my first day as a barista. He smiled, I melted .... then he tasted my coffee and threw it away. Again, the next day, and the next. He hated the coffee, yet still came back. I knew his game. He called my coffee death in a cup. I called him god's gift to women. I wasn't lying. Then we ran into each other outside of the coffee house, and that's when things got interesting. No longer suave and sweet with impeccable manners. Mr Garcia had a darker side, his appetite, thick and heavy. He set me on fire. Unable to help it, we fell hopelessly in love. The highest of highs. But his demons are dark, as are mine. I'm not sure if we can make it and I know that I have two choices. Walk away now to save myself. Or try and hold on and let love be the light. I choose option two.

In today’s new economy—in which “good” jobs are typically knowledge or technology based—many well-educated and culturally savvy young people are instead choosing to pursue traditionally low-status manual labor occupations as careers. Masters of Craft looks at the renaissance of four such trades: bartending, distilling, barbering, and butchering. In this engaging book, Richard Ocejo takes you into the lives and workplaces of these people to examine how they are transforming once-undesirable jobs into “cool” and highly specialized upscale occupations. He shows how they find meaning in these jobs by enacting a set of “cultural repertoires,” resulting in a new form of elite taste-making. Focusing on cocktail bartenders, craft distillers, upscale men’s barbers, and whole-animal butcher shop workers in Manhattan, Brooklyn, and upstate New York, Masters of Craft provides new insights into the stratification of taste, the spread of gentrification, and the evolving labor market in today’s postindustrial city.

Surveys "the rise of Western (mostly American) teachers who fill the role of guru or master ... [and] explains who the masters are, who influenced them, what they teach, what their personalities and personal lives are like, and the strange adventures that many of them have experienced."--Back cover.