dirty daddies

Some bad girls need a firm hand to keep them in line.
I’m bad enough to need two.

Two older men who can teach me a lesson when I misbehave.
Two hot bodies to keep me warm in bed at night.
Two best friends who can learn to share a filthy-mouthed little brat like me.

After all… dirty girls need very dirty daddies. 

***

Carrie Wells is nothing but trouble.

She’s wild and difficult. Not worth anyone’s time.

Carrie Wells is a beautiful little brat. She’s also a vulnerable young adult on my case list.

She’s half my age and totally off limits. I’m breaking every rule in the book by giving her somewhere to stay when she’s out on the streets with nowhere to go. And I’m breaking every rule of friendship by holing her up in my best friend Jack’s house while he’s away on business.

I thought life was difficult enough when I fell for the girl, but it gets a whole lot harder when Jack comes home early and finds a beautiful stranger causing chaos in his house. 

And a whole lot harder still when he falls for her too. 

He’s the one guy on this planet I’d share my last supper with. I’d share it gladly. 

I’m just not so sure how I feel about sharing Carrie Wells.

SUGAR DADDIES

A sugar daddy website doesn’t seem a sound basis for an A1 life plan, but I’m a small town girl with big dreams, and there’s this one advert, this one crazy advert I can’t stop thinking about…

Two hot guys seeking their Little Miss Right. Someone who can entertain them, amuse them, fit in with their corporate schedule.

And sex. They want sex. Lots of sex. Bonus, right? One major dose of epic win.

Of course, guys like Carl and Rick have their conditions. One being that they come together, or not at all. Hell, I can live with that.

And there are no skeletons in their designer closet, none that I can find. Just two hot sugar daddies, with particular tastes, nothing to worry about.

Until Carl and Rick spill the big one, the one that sends the girls running. A whole string of them before me, running to the hills without so much as a backward glance.

Maybe I should run, too. Thanks but no thanks, see you around, guys, nice knowing you. But I’m already in way too deep for that.

BANG GANG

It’s one thing knowing your ex-boyfriend is a bit of a player, but it’s another thing altogether to find out he’s pimping himself out to anyone who’ll pay good money for it.

Not just himself, either. That would be far too regular for Darren Trent.
Darren Trent – my teenage sweetheart and father to my two young girls – is not just whoring himself out. Oh no. Darren Trent pimps himself out alongside four of his mechanic friends – all of them at the same time.
Five hot, sweaty mechanics at your service.
They call themselves the Bang Gang… you can imagine.

In a village our size I should keep my head down and hope the scandal blows over before the girls or my poor old Nanna catch wind of it.
Only it’s not blowing over. Far from it. It seems every woman in the village wants themselves a five-mechanic sandwich.
They make no qualms about it, either. Just rock on up to my café counter and ask how they can book themselves in for a Bang Gang special. Like I would know.

I definitely wouldn’t know. I hardly even know Darren Trent anymore. We split up a lifetime ago.
I definitely don’t think about him late at night. Don’t think about five mechanics and me as much as every other woman in this village.
And even if I did, I wouldn’t act on it. I wouldn’t draw the money from my savings account and have a go for myself.
And even if I did that, I definitely, definitely wouldn’t fall for him. Not again. Not after everything we went through. Not after splitting up the first time nearly brought me to my knees.

Not after settling into a decent routine, the girls and me, with no drama, no heartbreak, no crazy passions to rock the calm little boat we’re sailing on.
I mean, who would be stupid enough to risk all that over a hot, sweaty, oily bit of rough like Darren Trent?

CALL ME DADDY

I want him to be my first.
I want him to be the one.
I want him to be my everything.
I didn’t expect to spend my eighteenth birthday stranded in the pouring rain with no way to make it home.
I didn’t expect to be rescued from the worst night of my life by the most amazing man I’d ever seen.

His name is Nick, and he says he wants to take care of me, says he’ll look after me, says I don’t need to be alone anymore.
He treats me like a princess, like the fragile little girl he saved from the cold.
But I like him… I like him like that.
I’ve never liked anyone like that before…
And it’s weird, this thing we have…
It’s like I can’t decide how we’re supposed to be… what we are…
Until he says the words…
Call me Daddy.

BUY ME SIR

They call him the puppet master.
They say he’s dirty, dark and dangerous.
And they’re right.
He’s everything they say he is, and more.
So much more.

Alexander Henley has no idea I exist. No idea whatsoever how much I want him.
But that’s all about to change.
Because if there’s one thing I know about the puppet master, it’s that he pays well to pull women’s strings.
And I’m going to be his next purchase.

BAIT

A stranger online. Dark hair and even darker eyes that knew my dirty desires before I did.
A fantasy that should never be spoken. But he pulled the confession from me.
And now he’s coming for me.
Rough. Dirty. Dangerous.
It’s supposed to be one night to get me off and make me forget.
He’ll make me his and I’ll pretend I don’t want him to.
I’ll run and he’ll chase.
Because I asked him for this.
I begged him for this.
Tonight, in the darkness, he’s the hunter.
And I’m the bait.

CHRISTMAS DADDIES

Dear Santa,

I’ve been a bad girl, but I still want a Daddy for Christmas…Mr Hart is my big, bad new boss and my biggest Christmas wish of all.He’s everything I ever wanted. Gorgeous, stern, powerful.Totally off limits for a silly young office trainee like me.He’s asked me to house sit his empty home for the holidays, and it’s a sneak peak into his private life I can’t resist.I’m just begging you, please Santa. Please make sure Mr Hart is waiting under the tree this Christmas morning.Preferably naked, if you’re feeling particularly generous.

Love from your very bad little good girl,
Jenny

ONE TOO MANY

A filthy proposition.
Too much money to say no.
One dirty night in a stranger’s bed.

While my husband watches.

BEST OF 2017

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The following novels (along with bonus scenes for each) are included:

A. Zavarelli - Beast

Serie Twisted Ever After #1



Once upon a time, I believed in fairytales.



But then he took me.



And he taught me that life isn’t a fairytale.



He is scarred. Broken.



A dark and wild thing.



His beauty is violent and his words are cruel.



His heart is a shadowed landscape where nothing can grow.



He tells me he could never care for me, and he proves it every day.



He’s destroyed my life.



Tortured me.



And worse…



He’s trained me to beg for his affection.



This prison is a place where sunlight doesn’t reach.



He taught me that hate is born in darkness.



And then he taught me that sometimes love is too

Celia Aaron - Blackwood



I dig. It’s what I do. I’ll literally use a shovel to answer a question. Some answers, though, have been buried too deep for too long. But I’ll find those, too. And I know where to dig—the Blackwood Estate on the edge of the Mississippi Delta. Garrett Blackwood is the only thing standing between me and the truth. A broken man—one with desires that dance in the darkest part of my soul—he’s either my savior or my enemy. I’ll dig until I find all his secrets. Then I’ll run so he never finds mine. The only problem? He likes it when I run.

Jade West - Buy Me, Sir

They call him the puppet master.

They say he’s dirty, dark and dangerous.

And they’re right.

He’s everything they say he is, and more.

So much more.



Alexander Henley has no idea I exist. No idea whatsoever how much I want him.

But that’s all about to change.

Because if there’s one thing I know about the puppet master, it’s that he pays well to pull women’s strings.

And I’m going to be his next purchase.

Jenika Snow - Affliction

It wasn’t until Cameron that I knew what real darkness was…or that I’d crave it so much.



I’ve let the world weigh down on me, pull me under until nothing makes sense anymore. Maybe that’s how I let myself get into this mess. Maybe that’s how I’m in my current situation with a man I knew could save me from a fate worse than death. Even if being with Cameron, giving him the very part of me, the only part that’s worth anything—my body—might very well ruin me, I have to survive.



Drug lord. Crime boss. Murderer. I should fear him, be horrified by what he wants from me, by who he is. But instead I find myself wanting to please him, wanting to give myself over completely.



Because I know that gives me control over him.



Cameron Ashton reigns over the gritty underworld, the danger and violence of depravity, from his throne. A pistol is his sword, and apathy is his second-in-command. I know he’s dangerous, know he’ll break me and not think twice. But he’s my only chance, the only way I’ll survive.



And I didn’t know how true that was until he owned me.



He’s possessive and controlling. The darkness in him runs stronger, deeper than it ever has in me. Maybe we’re not so different. Maybe giving up my control to Cameron, giving him my very soul, makes me the powerful one.



Maybe, in the end, I’ll be the one who owns him.

Alta Hensley - Delicate Scars

Is it possible to pick that one defining moment in life that fucked you up? Can anyone look back on their life and pinpoint the exact minute it happened? I used to believe that I wasn’t fucked up. I had absolutely no reason to be.



Until I met him.

Axel Rye.

Yes.

He fucked me up.

He really fucked me up.



It all started so simply. I only wanted to write a book about the dark, gritty world of nightclubs, booze, drugs, and sex. I didn’t expect to be sucked in to the point where I could no longer see the light. But I became weak. Axel Rye made me weak.



He was wrong in every way. He was a drug dealer, a criminal, and someone your parents told you to stay away from. Yet, he became my drug, and I shook in need until my next fix.



I was delicate.

He was scarred.



But together…together we became delicate scars.

Isabella Starling - His Muse



MASON



Cara Newton is the kind of girl you become an artist for. 

Stunning, rebellious, sweet. So damn sweet.

She's also eighteen, my business partner's daughter, and completely off limits.

Not that I care. 

She would look so beautiful on the walls of my gallery, I might have to break her, just so I can paint her in her true colors.

On her knees.

Mouth open.

Begging for more.

That's my little girl.



CARA



I'm used to getting what I want from my father.

Used to pulling on his strings to get exactly what I crave.

Spending a summer with his business partner sounds awful... Until I meet the man in question. 

Mason Presley.

He's troubled, messed up, scary. 

He's so handsome I'm afraid to even look at him. 

So intense it sends shivers down my spine.

I think he wants me.

I know I want him.

But Mason likes me broken... and when I do break, he's either going to send me away...

Or keep me as his own forever.

Ava Harrison - Trans-fer-ence



The nightmares find me.

They steal my breath, slowly suffocating me.

I’m scared.

I want it to stop.

He’s supposed to help me.

Instead, he evokes something forbidden.

I know I should run.

But I can’t.

I’ve made my choice.

I want him.

There's only one problem...

He's my therapist.

K. Webster - Notice 



I didn’t notice her before…but now I do. 

The shiny strands of gold in her silky brown hair. 

Tiny crinkles between her eyebrows when she frowns. 

Her passion for neatness. 



Once I focus on her, I can’t take my eyes from my newest obsession. Ever. 

I need to know everything about her. 

Her past. Her present. 

The way she takes her coffee. 

Exactly how she smells after a spritz of perfume in the mornings. 



She’s perfect in every way and I was blind. 

But, God, now do I see. 



I notice the organized way she arranges her clothes in her closet. 

How she visits the same market each Saturday. 

The sounds of her breathing as I lie beneath her bed in silence. 



Violet is mine. 

She just doesn’t know it yet.