Romance Writers Behaving Badly: #Hotdad #xcerpt Coming June 29th. A single dad, firefighter, BDSM rom-com

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

#Hotdad #xcerpt Coming June 29th. A single dad, firefighter, BDSM rom-com

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Blurb

Sam

Since the moment I laid eyes on her I’ve wanted her.

But I wasn’t ready.

The kids were my world and my wounds were still raw.

For six months, I watched her from afar. Dreamed of her, lusted after her, fantasized…

But all that’s about to change. I’m finally ready to take the plunge and start dating again. And now that I know she’s single, I’m going to do this right and win Harper. I want her mind, I want her body, I want her heart.

And when she gives me all access, no limits, I know she’s the one for me.

Harper

He’s the one we all call Hot Dad at playgroup. The one who makes my knees weak and my panties wet every time he walks through the door. We all eye-fuck the bejesus out of him, and dream of his tongue between our legs.

But my kid is my world, and I’m a frumpy mom with a hole in the bum of her yoga pants. What could he ever see in me? So when Sam calls out of the blue, I’m stunned.

Now if only the kids can stop cock-blocking us, and his psycho ex would go away.

He’s turned out to be a master Dom and I’m willing and eager to be taught how to be the perfect little submissive.

Excerpt

“Not like this. I want to see you,” he said gruffly, pulling out of me with such force I saw spots. He spun me around and pushed me back on to the bed. I was covered and impaled in less than a second. Full of Sam again and able to look into his eyes. He was beautiful. Handsome and rugged, raw and real. He had scars and freckles, wrinkles around his eyes and a few on his forehead. And when he pinched his brows into a deep V as he reamed into me with the fever of a boy on prom night, an adorable little crinkle formed just above the bridge of his nose.

His lips crushed mine, and I let go. My arms wrapped around his neck as I pulled him down to me. I wanted to feel all his weight, his skin against mine. I wanted to breathe him in. I cried out into our kiss as the orgasm unraveled inside my core, clutching at his back and raking my fingers down to the muscular globes of his ass. He hissed against my lips and snarled, snagging my bottom lip with his teeth and tugging. All the while, his cadence never waned. The man was a machine.