My credit card just got declined at the lingerie store. Now I'm in therapy with a man who wants to discipline the shopping addiction right out of me. I knew I needed help when the salesgirl's smile turned to pity. Maxed out cards, empty bank account, and a monster inside me that whispers buy buy buy until I can't think straight. Enter Dr. Nathan Whitlow. Six-foot-two of controlled authority with a voice that makes me want to be good. His methods? Let's just say they involve more than talking about my feelings. He puts me on an allowance. Makes me track every penny. And when I mess up? Well. That's when things get interesting. I'm not supposed to call my therapist the d-word. I'm definitely not supposed to want his praise more than my next purchase. And I'm absolutely not supposed to be getting hot and bothered every time he says "good girl." But here I am, over his desk for "behavioral correction," trying not to moan. How long before these boundaries completely shatter? Daddy Knows Best is a short and steamy instalove story, starring a shopaholic sweetheart and the stern therapist who'll discipline her into shape.