A filthy, forbidden 1950s age-gap romance about the girl who wants him, and the man who should know better. Sandy is nineteen, bold as hell, and hopelessly obsessed. Not with a boy, but a man. A man who should be off-limits. Her best friend’s dad. Mr. Dalton is forty-seven, a quiet, rugged widower who’s kept to himself since the accident five years ago. The housewives of Raven Falls whisper about him, eye him up when he’s out and about, but he never bites. Never even looks. Except at her. Every Sunday at The Welcome Wagon, Sandy flirts with fire. Coffee in one hand, sinful hemline riding high as she bends lower, daring him to look, to touch, to lose control. And when he does? It’s not gentle. It’s raw, filthy, and years of hunger finally unleashed. Set in small-town 1950s America, Yes, Mr. Dalton is a retro erotic romance dripping with taboo tension, explosive heat, and scandal just waiting to ignite. If you’re friend’s dad + 28-year age gapRepressed, dominant widowersBratty heroines and bold seductionSmall-town heat and obsessionDirty talk, power play, and fast, filthy payoffNo cliffhangers, no cheating—just pure smut Then this standalone from the Yes, Mr. collection is exactly what you’re craving. Just be sure to find somewhere private…