One more sleep until our Dirty Daddies hit the shelves!

These are exciting times for sure.
My first anthology. My first Daddy book.
2020 has been like no other year, for so many reasons. Many of us feel the same: out of control, like we need a life coach, or for someone to gently take hold of us and carry us through the rough days.
I dug deep into my own well of need when I wrote Carrie and Misha. I fight every day to stay upright and carry on, and I'm not known for asking for help. That is surely one of my bigger downfalls. With Carrie, I had to find the softness in me and put aside my 'can self' attitude.
I had to let Misha in.
Carrie is used to taking care of others, and of managing everything herself. Misha sees her need, but he also recognizes that she will not bend easily. She doesn't know how to allow him to worship her and care for her.
It makes for some interesting clashes between them...
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'He smiles and squares his shoulders while tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “I know why you haven’t called the cops on Daddy.”
Daddy. That word again. He can’t know of the rush that shoots through me when he says it, about the depths of my need for someone to see me, to want me, to care for me for once.
I put my hands on my hips. “Yeah? And why is that?”
He leans in. I have nowhere to go.
Closer. A breath away.
“Because you want more.”
I inhale to object, because it’s in my nature to do so, but he steals my thought, then my mind, my will, and finally my breath, as he presses his lips against mine in a kiss that is over all too soon.
“Come, Miss Ellerbrock. You will be late.” He takes my hand and places it in the crook of his arm, and then we walk.
Or he walks. I stumble after him, dazed. My senses are swamped by him: the taste of Russian gangster on my lips, his spicy scent in my nose, the muscles in his arm coiling beneath my fingers. I want to sniff him all over and fill my lungs with that edible scent, but I lift my chin and keep my nose to myself. I want to squeeze and see what he feels like, if he’s made of stone or flesh, but I force my touch to remain light.
He follows me inside, making a lap around the kitchen, his hands clasped behind his back, as if he’s surveying his new domain. After looking through the rooms in the basement, he disappears upstairs for a while. I get to work preparing dough, the whole time acutely aware of his existence somewhere in the vicinity.
“I will come to pick you up after work. Do you close at six? Do you always walk?”
I almost jump through the roof, my heart shooting to my throat. “Fuck!”
Misha holds up my tiara and puts a hand on my shoulder, turning me toward him. He tuts as he strokes some hair off my face and then carefully puts the tiara in place. “Such a foul mouth on such a pretty girl. I told you no swearing. Tonight, you will receive ten slaps for your disobedience. Say ‘yes, Daddy, I understand.’”
I stare at him, speechless. My mouth falls open but no words come out. He waits. For me. To be coherent.
“Carrie. With every second you wait with your answer, I will add a slap. I can be patient, but this is tiring.”
“Yes, Daddy, I understand!” I blurt out.
Hot and cold run along my back. The chill makes my heart tremble while the heat settles between my legs. What the hell did I just agree to?
A beautiful smile spreads across his face. “Good girl. I will work on your reward.”
I gasp and widen my eyes. “Reward?”
His smile turns into a smirk. “After you have taken your punishment.”
The pathetic mewl that climbs up my throat makes my cheeks burn in fierce competition with my pussy.'
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Release date: September 29,2020

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