My flesh bends to his every whim Everything I have is his to use Fleeing to Bluebell is my chance at a clean break. With a new teaching job and gig as the JV cheer coach, I'm excited to start over but more importantly, moving puts distance between my toxic, gaslighting parents and abusive ex. Was I expecting to meet a smoking-hot cowboy who didn’t hesitate to suck a splinter from my palm my first day in town? Definitely not, and of course, he’s off-limits. So imagine my surprise when I'm on my knees, my wrists bound, his leather painting my skin with crimson welts. My voice, weak and thin, desperately begging, “Please, Sir,” as my eyes roll back with euphoria. Then the door crashes wide open, and standing there slack-jawed is the only student I’ve formed a bond with since I moved here, staring at me like she’s seen a ghost as I’m bound and begging… For her father.

When he calls me mama, and demands my pleasure, I can't resist A single mom of three boys, I never expected my son’s football injury to spark an undeniable, all-consuming, write his name on the grocery list with hearts around it type of lust. Late-night hospital talks with Dean McAllister, my son’s ruggedly charming coach, ignite a molten, earth-shattering attraction I can’t ignore. Stolen glances turn to flirty texts, then phone calls, and dates that leave me breathless. Dean is a cowboy-coach fantasy——blonde, broad-shouldered, and relentless as a pleasure dom. He worships every curve of my imperfect body, demanding my surrender while keeping his own secrets close. But he's my son’s coach, and all three of my boys look up to him, making us a risky game I’m terrified to lose. I've been burned before, and with my boys depending on me, I can’t risk heartbreak—not just my own, but theirs, too. And when my past threatens our future, will Dean prove he’s all in—or are me and my boys like football, his for only a season?

_Am I the only one you’re talking to? You, Suede, are the only man in my life_ Online dating was never my plan for finding the one, but life left me no choice. I needed someone who craved the same dark, twisted desires I kept hidden. Then I found her on Veiled, the anonymous app that matches secret kinks with lonely hearts. She wasn’t just a match, a one-night-stand, or someone to chat with out of boredom—she became my obsession. DaddysGirl. For three intoxicating months, we bared our souls through late-night chats and all day conversations. Her humor brightened my shadows. Her wicked fantasies mirrored mine. She mended me in ways I needed most, making me believe in love again. I fell for her, and foolishly, I was the first to utter those three little words... Should we meet? That's when my whole world started to unravel... More, Daddy is a toxic romance with an HEA. For content advisories, please see the Reading Guide on the author's website.