
Title: Pretty, Dark & Dirty
Author: Margot Scott
Genre: New Adult Taboo Erotic Romance
Author: Margot Scott
Genre: New Adult Taboo Erotic Romance
Release Date: February 21, 2020
Blurb
Some lines should never be crossed.
But sometimes the temptation is too good to resistā¦
Mason Black was everything to me: my father, my provider, my
protector. But then one day, he vanished, leaving me lost and alone.
I was devastated.
Years later, just when I thought I had put the pieces of my
life together, my world splintered apart again. Everything I thought I knew
about my biological father and Masonās role in my life? Turns out, it was all a
lie. Every. Last. Word.
Now Masonās back.
However, he offers no excuses, no explanations. He just
wants me to be what he claims Iāve always been: his little girl.
But the ache inside me wonāt be denied. The longing I feel
isnāt one of a little girl who misses her father.
No.
I need Mason to be more than just a father figure.
More than a loving protector.
I need him to be my Daddy.
Authorās note: Brace yourself for a twisty,
forbidden romance so deliciously devious, it'll tie you up by your heartstrings
and then drag you along for the ride. If youāre a fan of very taboo
older man/younger woman pairings, broody, protective Daddy figures, and
contemporary Gothic vibes, then this novella was tailor-made for your Kindle.
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Excerpt
A soft buzz
disrupted the quiet that had settled between us. Mason drew his phone from his
pocket, thumbed at it, then frowned. āWell, shit.ā
āWhatās
wrong?ā I asked.
āKrista has
the flu.ā His chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh. āThis is going to set me
back.ā
I laid the
sketchbook on the floor. āCan you find someone else?ā
āSure, but
that would take a few days at least. I was hoping to finish the preliminary
sketches this afternoon.ā
An idea
surfaced like a bottle in the ocean, a message borne from the deep.
āI could do
it,ā I said. He took in my face, my posture, my folded legs, then shook his
head.
āThank you,
but that wonāt be necessary.ā
āItās not
like I donāt have experience,ā I said. āCome on, itāll be like old times.ā
āThis is
different,ā he said, his gaze hardening.
Technically,
he was right. Iād seen the conceptual drawings in his sketchbook. This project
was inherently sexual. He was trying to turn an intimate moment inside out, to
take the most private activity in which a person could partake and make it
public. If I did this, I would be laying myself bare for his and everyone
elseās perusal.
The thought
of it scared and excited me. It made my toes curl.
āYouāre
letting me work in your studio and stay in this incredible apartment for free.
Let me do this for you.ā
āYouāre
here as my guest, Jett, not as a tenant. You donāt owe me rent or favors.ā
āItās not a
favor.ā The offer was as much for my benefit as it was for his. Maybe more so.
āI want to do it.ā
Mason
scrubbed his jaw, his expression dubious. The chair creaked as he stood. He
crossed the room and entered the walk-in supply closet, then brought out a blue
terrycloth robe.
He
presented the robe to me, his stare daring me to flinch.
āYou can
change in the bathroom.ā
I took the
robe and rose from my chair. I was halfway to the bathroom when I heard him
say, āYou donāt have to do this, Jett. I can find someone else.ā
I stopped.
The words resounded in my ears, deafening. He could find someone else. Anyone
else. Like he had scores of hopefuls lined up around the block, desperate to
model for him. Like I was replaceable.
He hadnāt
meant it that way, but thatās how it felt.
I draped
the robe over a stool. He offered a kind smile, like heād anticipated me
changing my mind.
Grasping
the hem of my tank top, I pulled my shirt off right there in front of him.
Masonās
eyes rounded with stark surprise. Letting my shirt fall to the floor, I
unzipped my jeans and shucked them along with my underwear. I stood naked
before him, hips squared and shoulders pulled back to accentuate breasts that
stood quite proudly on their own.
A breath
fell from Masonās lips as his gaze caressed me. Goose bumps skittered along my
arms and legs. The man couldāve wrapped me in burlap and it wouldnāt have made
a damn bit of difference. As far as most of the world knew, I was still Mason
Blackās daughter. I had his name as well as his love.
He couldnāt
replace me.
Author Bio
Margot Scott is an erotic romance author who likes long
nails and short, sexy reads, rainbow sprinkles on vanilla ice cream, and rainy
days spent in bed with her furbabies. When sheās not writing forbidden love
stories about bearded older men, you can find her browsing Pinterest for
pictures of pink things.
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