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I needed a miracle. What I got was a cocky, late-as-hell comedian with too many jokes and a smile that could ruin lives. Sharing a cross-country road trip with Anthony Bronson wasn’t part of my five-year plan, but when a once-in-a-lifetime job interview lands on the opposite coast and my bank account laughs in my face, desperate times call for cocky measures. He’s messy where I’m meticulous. Loud where I’m quiet. And somehow, in between pit stops, comedy clubs, and too many shared hotel beds… he starts to feel like home. This was supposed to be a ride. Just a ride.

Joy Is My Middle Name documents crawling through your twenties and emerging into your thirties. Walking uneasy cities and rural towns, talking about sex, race, womanhood, addiction, sobriety, consumerism and pop culture, these poems pull at the edges of the performed self with conversational ease.

It’s just a bet… right? Blake: It all started with a harmless bet. I was bored, and there he was—Luca Wright, the new guy in town and the only other person in the diner. So, I challenged him to a race: who could finish their meal first. I won, he paid for my food, and from there, we’ve bet on pretty much everything—Who could finish the hike first, who could make a better meal, who could fit the most marshmallows in their mouths. It’s always been a fun competition between us, but this latest bet feels different, like the stakes are higher, and I’m not sure I’m ready for what comes next.

The last thing I remember is being excited to get out of our small hometown with my best friend, Mabel. Then everything went black. I wake up in the hospital with a splitting headache and a strange bite mark on my neck. A bite mark I know I didn’t get in the car accident.

Lady Darriby-Jones is bursting with joy as her only daughter prepares to wed a cherished member of her household staff—someone who's become like family. But the celebrations take a dark turn when one of the wedding planners is found dead, an arrow piercing their heart.

He's the boss... He's grumpy as hell. And I should not be fantasizing about him at all. My job is to be the nanny and keep his children invisible. I'm supposed to be invisible too. Only problem is, after he walks in on me about to have a big "O," Mr. DeLuca most definitely can see me now. Being the nanny just got way to complicated. New and exciting bonus cut scenes have been added to this story about a billionaire mafia god and his nanny. We hope that you'll eat up this story and crave the next.