This book hits every high point that I have come to expect from these short, steamy, erotic novella’s. The chemistry is sizzling, the loving is red hot and nothing is held back – not affection, claiming the woman or the sharing of feelings. Charleigh Rose gives pure delight to readers who want their reads to work them up. Be warned, you will need relief or a way to cool down.I feel like before you get any further,there are some things that you need to know about this book:
1. The title of this book does give away the main relationship;
2. The word DADDY IS used within the realms of sex; and
3. This is a totally smutty, erotic read that has lots and lots of sex between the two main characters.
If any of these things don’t float your boat as a reader, then I respectfully suggest that this is not a book for you.
Now that’s out of the way, I do have to admit that I am completely shameless when it comes to the type of books that I read. I really have no limits when it comes to taboo or forbidden, so of course I jumped all over this one. I could not wait to sink my teeth into a story between a stepdad and stepdaughter. What this story delivers is a brooding alpha that knows what he wants and a virgin that captures his attention.
The only thing that let this book down from me thinking it was an absolutely knock out of the park was some of the inner dialogue for Dahlia. While I get that the author was trying to give us a quintessential teenager, the way that her voice described was slightly off-putting for me.
When you like your steamy novellas well written, hot as sin, with OTT alphas, a virgin and a staking of claim, Stepdaddy Savage is for you. Highly recommended and sure hope that the “other” Savage gets a book soon.
About The Book
Blurb: Stepdaddy Savage is a smutty Taboo novella featuring an over the-top alpha. Read at your own risk.
You do not say no to Graham Savage, because Graham Savage doesn’t ask. Just like his name suggests, he takes, and right now, he believes I’m his.
He is a cold, calculated, ruthless, formidable Irish mobster, and… my step-dad.
Regardless of the fact that it’s nothing more than a business transaction, he’s technically married to my mom. Even still, I find myself scared to be caught, yet even more terrified of being cut loose.
They say love is like a butterfly…well, we are about to prove to the world that it’s also like a punch in the face. Sometimes inevitable…and always painful.
Care to explain what the fuck you’re doing in my club?” He leans on his desk, looking casual yet somehow frightening. His eyes, green like lime, shine with a hint of danger in them, and his lips purse.
“I wanted to…I dunno, to unwind. Have some fun.” I shrug, looking down.Care to explain what the fuck you’re doing in my club?” He leans on his desk, looking casual yet somehow frightening. His eyes, green like lime, shine with a hint of danger in them, and his lips purse.
“Be specific,” he orders.
“I wanted to drink and dance,” I admit through gritted teeth, feeling myself blushing again and hating myself for it. “And Jersey is small and I didn’t want to bump into my usual high school crowd. All the seniors are going to stupid house parties, which I don’t like. I knew I could probably sneak into this place because it’s so…” Full of underage bimbos, I’m tempted to add, but I don’t. “It’s New York,” I heave a sigh, shrugging with one shoulder.
“I knew we’d eventually get in somewhere.”
“Drink and dance?” he repeats coldly.
I doubt Graham has ever danced. I know he drinks but he seems to be too icy and calculated to do something as fun as dancing. I offer a little nod, feeling a tad less scared but a lot more intrigued. He turns to the wall behind his desk. There are long shelves full of expensive liquor behind his desk. They cover up the whole goddamn wall, to be exact. With his hands knotted behind his back, he examines the liquor like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world before plucking one full bottle of scotch. He takes out four shot glasses from the drawer in his desk and places them in a straight line. After which he unscrews the cap and pours the alcohol into all of them with the skill of a bartender.
I flinch. Is he going to get drunk in front of me just to show me that he can and I can’t? What a douche.
A hot douche, my brain corrects, quite unnecessarily.
He is my step-dad. I shouldn’t even think about it.
“What song did you say was playing? The one I should have my DJ fired for?”
Oh, shit. He is definitely smirking. And hot damn, he has a dimple. Just the one, on his left cheek. He is so perfectly imperfect. This is not looking good for me. I’ve lived with this man for three years and I’ve only just noticed that he has one dimple. I love dimples, goddammit.
“My Boo by Ghost Town.” I swallow. I actually really like that song, but it’s so nineties.
Graham plops down on his executive chair and rolls himself toward the giant Apple screen. He taps his keyboard a few times before the familiar song starts blasting through his speakers. Then, he leans back on his chair and stares at me closely.
“What?” I ask, knowing that my eyes are wide and that I look, in all probability, like a deer caught in headlights.
“Dance. Drink.” He moves one of the full shot glasses across the desk and in my direction, some of the liquid spilling over the expensive oak. “That’s what you’re here for, no?”
About The Author
A secret duo of romance authors who teamed up for the sake of fun, sexy smut. Our philosophy:
1. Our heroes should always be so alpha, you won’t be able to read them in public.
2. Heroines will always be sassy, strong and take zero sh*t from their men.
3. Taboo, dark, twisted, weird, bizarre and original. We won’t give you what you’ve already seen a million times before.
4. The sex will be explicit, hot, smutty completely insane. Make sure your door is closed and you have a toy around when you read us.
We’re dedicated to fulfilling your fantasies and to having fun with each other. We created this pen name so we can play around with our readers and each other (naughty naughty). Buckle up and join the ride!