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{Release Blitz} Stay Baby Stay

Title: Stay Baby Stay
Series: Daddy Loves You #2
Author: Margot Scott
Genre: Standalone Forbidden/Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 11, 2021


Hold on, baby. Daddy’s got you…

I was on the hunt for a devil the night an angel fell into my lap. My obsession took hold before she’d even told me her name, aroused by a craving for Holly’s particular brand of sweetness.

If I hadn’t been undercover that night, I’d have thrown her over my shoulder and carried her far from that poisoned playground. One of many gilded mansions where the scotch is aged to perfection, and the girls are young and disposable.

The devil I’m tracking has a taste for that sort of prey. I’m determined to catch him, but till I do, I’m keeping my baby girl close to me.

In my arms and in my bed where I can protect her.

Where I can be the man she craves.

And the Daddy she needs.

Author’s note: Brace yourself for the wild ride that is book two in the Daddy Loves You Series from Margot Scott. Each title in the series is a standalone romance, bursting at the seams with fast and filthy age-gap instalove. Absolutely NO cheating or cliffhangers, and a guaranteed HEA!

Please note, this book contains scenes and descriptions of violence, as well as discussions of past sexual abuse. Reader discretion is advised.


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I don’t belong here.

I repeat the words to myself like a mantra. I do not belong here.

My foot tap-tap-taps on the chair leg, as I watch Kenzie work her magic by the bar. Laughing at jokes that aren’t funny. Smiling just enough to convey interest without coming off as desperate. Each hair flip and slow blink is a carefully choreographed dance step intended to entice.

The moves would probably work even if she wasn’t gorgeous, but she is. I’ve done a good job accentuating her cheekbones, balancing highlight and bronzer so that the light hits the high points of her face just right. She’s got the sort of ski-sloped nose you’d expect to find on a doll, not a living, breathing human woman.

I’m not saying I’m ugly in comparison. I’m just not pretty in the same way Kenzie is. She brightens any room she enters, while I stand in the corner praying not to be noticed. Where she’s warm, I’m cold, jittery, like a nervous cat. The moon to Kenzie’s sun; I expect she shines even brighter beside me.

I remind myself Kenzie’s good at this because she’s had to be, and she’s just as good at turning it off when needed. Some guys will take a polite smile as an invitation to invade your personal space.

Others don’t need any prompting at all.

The men here seem to appreciate the dance, like it’s a type of foreplay. I watch them watching her, drinking her in like a glass of champagne.

For the tiniest of moments, I’m jealous. Not because I wish they’d look at me that way, but because of how easily it comes to Kenzie. People are drawn to her in ways they simply aren’t drawn to me. Because she doesn’t instinctively give off a don’t-talk to-me vibe.

Apparently, that vibe isn’t enough to turn away the white-haired geezer shoving his crotch in my face.

“Aren’t you the sweetest thing,” he says, standing over me, his hand resting on the back of my chair.

“Am I?” I sip champagne and glance anxiously in Kenzie’s direction, but she doesn’t turn toward me.

“I think you might be the prettiest peach in the room.”

I instruct my eyes not to roll as I finally look up at him. My pulse picks up speed. The old man smiles, and his teeth are blindingly white, like he had them bleached this morning.

“That’s very kind of you,” I tell him.

He takes the empty seat beside me. I feel the sweat start to build under my arms and behind my knees. I wish he’d go away. Choose someone else, someone who actually looks excited to see him and his money.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you at one of these things before,” he says. “Are you a virgin?”

I nearly choke on my champagne. He chuckles, a croaking frog-like sound. I am probably one of the least experienced girls here, but I’m not about to advertise that fact. Having sex means letting people get close to you, and I don’t let very many people get close to me.

 “Excuse me,” I say, rising to my feet. “I need to…reapply my lipstick.”

“Aw, I was just joking, sweetie. No need to play hard to get.” He grabs my hand and pulls me onto his lap. My limbs freeze up as his bony arms cinch around my waist. “Though I must say, the deer-in-headlights look is really doing it for me—”

“I believe you’re in my seat, Mr. Treasurer.”

I crane my neck to get a look at the face of the man staring down at us. I instantly recognize him from before, when I first walked in.

Ice-blue eyes. Sandy brown hair, shorn close to the scalp, yet still long enough to comb your fingers through, if you were interested in doing that sort of thing. He’s younger than most of the men here, though that still places him firmly in his late thirties.

His gaze meets mine, and even though I’m seated on a creep’s lap, I immediately feel…safer.

“I don’t see your name on it,” the old man—Mr. Treasurer—says.

“Trust me, it’s there. Now let the young lady stand up so I can claim what’s mine.”

Mr. Treasurer narrows his gaze at the younger man, who makes no move to step down or back away.

“I didn’t realize you’d made a down payment. My apologies.” The old creep lets go of me. I practically leap from his lap. He stands up and waves his hand at the chair. “All yours.”

The younger man takes the empty seat without a word.

“Name’s Jack,” the man says, holding out his hand to me. “Forgive me if I’ve just pulled you away from the geriatric of your dreams, but you looked like you could use an emergency exit.”

“God, yes…and thank you.” I shake his hand. He doesn’t pull or try to convince me to sit in his lap, but I find myself mysteriously drawn to him.

I sit down on the arm of his chair, granting me a front-row seat to his face. He’s handsome, but not flawless. There’s a faint scar on his forehead, and his nose is slightly crooked; he probably broke it as a kid. The dusting of stubble along his jaw makes him look rugged, which is hard to pull off in a suit.

He has to be rich if he’s here tonight. I wonder how he makes his money.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

“Mia,” I say, using the fake name Kenzie helped me come up with.

“Where are you from, Mia?” 

“All over,” I say with a shrug. A stock answer for strangers, but Jack doesn’t feel like a stranger. I feel like I’ve known him for ages.

“What brings you out into the country on a Saturday night? Shouldn’t you be partying with your friends?”

“I don’t really like parties,” I say.

“In that case, why’re you here?”

“My friend wanted to come. She thought we could make some easy money.”

The light dims behind his smile.

“Trust me, sweetheart. Ain’t nothing easy about this kind of money.”

I finish off the last of my champagne. Jack watches my throat closely as I swallow, his gaze warm and intense.

“How old are you, Mia?”

“Eighteen,” I say.

For a second, I think he looks relieved. His face is kind. I hate to think he’s a creep like the rest of the men here, but why else would he be at this party?

“You in some kind of trouble?” he asks.

“Why? You want to rescue me again?”

He chuckles. “Just wondering if you could use a getaway.”

Kenzie and I lock eyes from across the room. She makes a crude gesture with her fingers at the sight of me sitting so close with a man. I purse my lips, grateful I went with full-coverage foundation tonight, otherwise my cheeks would be as red as the hair on my head.

“I’d love to get the hell out of here,” I say. “But I can’t leave my friend. Thanks for the offer, though.”

“Anytime,” he says, and I get the feeling he means it.

I have no good reason to trust Jack, but it’s rare that I meet someone who’s so easy to talk to. Someone who doesn’t make me break out in a cold sweat just by looking at them. The only other person I feel this comfortable around is Kenzie.

The chair’s arm is sharp and unforgiving against my backside. Before I realize it, I’m sliding down onto Jack’s lap. His arms go around me, but unlike the old man, his hold doesn’t feel confining. It feels protective, comforting. Like sinking into bed.

“My name’s not Mia,” I tell him. “It’s Holly. I’m sorry I lied.”

“Nah, you’re smart not to advertise your real name. I bet most of the girls here are going by some kind of alias. Now, how old are you really?”

I laugh softly. “That, I didn’t lie about.”

“Thank fucking God.” He touches his temple to mine. I probably shouldn’t have told him my real name. He’s a stranger, no one special to me. But part of me hated the thought of lying to him.

“Seems like you’re the only man here who cares to ask how old we are.”

“Oh, they care,” he says, with an edge to his voice. “They’re just hoping for a different answer.”

A cold chill runs down my back and settles in my stomach. Jack must feel it, too, because he’s suddenly holding me tighter. I tuck my face into the angle of his neck and jaw. If I close my eyes and tune out the party around us, I can pretend we’re somewhere far away from here. Just the two of us.

“I think your friend wants to talk to you,” Jack says.

I glance at the bar where Kenzie stands waving and beckoning.

Sighing with frustration, I straighten my posture. “I should go see what she needs.”

“Hold on a sec, Holly.” Jack reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket and pulls out a scuffed-up pen and a small notepad. He clicks the point down and writes something on a piece of paper, which he then tears out. “If you ever find yourself backed into a corner, I have friends in the Knoxville Police Department who can help.”

“Friends?” I can’t say Kenzie and I have ever put much faith in cops. In fact, we’ve spent the last three years going out of our way to avoid them.

“People I trust.” He folds the piece of paper into a small square, which he then tucks into my cleavage. 

Before my body even registers that he’s touching my breast, his fingers are already gone.

“If you’re ever in trouble,” he says, “ask for Caleb Larkin. Say it for me, will ya?”

“Caleb Larkin,” I echo.

“Good girl.”


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Margot Scott likes long nails and short, sexy reads, rainbow sprinkles on vanilla ice cream, and rainy days spent in bed with her furbabies. When she’s not writing forbidden-love stories about bearded older men, you can find her browsing Pinterest for pictures of pink things.


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{Release Blitz} Everything I Can Never Have

Title: Everything I Can Never Have
Series: Age and Innocence #2
Author: M Johnson
Genre: Taboo/Forbidden Romance
Release Date: February 17, 2021


She’s my best friend’s little girl.
The daughter I never had.
At least she was, until I kissed her on her 18th birthday.
I’d just discovered my wife was cheating on me.
I sought comfort in someone I shouldn’t have.
I stopped, because it was wrong.
Not because I didn’t want her.
I’ve kept my distance.
Avoided being alone with her.
Until her father asks for my help.
Now she’s living with me.
Her father trusts me.
He shouldn’t.
Because I’m not sure I trust myself.


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“Never have I ever lied to my parents.”

“You’re being tame.” I narrow my eyes at him.

“Yeah, well, I’m not about to start talking shit with my friend’s kid,” he growls as we both take a drink. “I don’t need your dad coming for me because I told you about all the crazy shit he and I used to get up to. Or worse, giving you some bad ideas.”

“Oh, so there is crazy shit?” I tease, leaning in. 

It’s so cute he thinks he could be a bad influence on me. If he knew half the shit I got up to, he wouldn’t think I was so sweet and innocent. He clears his throat and shifts his attention away from me. I hide a smile, fully aware that he could stare right down the top of my dress if he wanted to, something he’s clearly trying hard not to do.

“Hah, nice try,” he says, a glint of life in his eyes, something I haven’t seen in a long time. “Your turn.”

 “Never have I ever… had sex in a car.” 

“You’re seriously asking that?” He lets out an uneasy laugh as he rubs his jaw, directing his attention to anywhere but me. “Pass.”

“You can’t pass,” I complain, nudging his thigh, my touch lingering a little longer than it should. “Come on, Zave, it’s just a game. Live a little, for once.”

“Fine.” He rolls his eyes and takes a drink. His eyes widen when I do too. “You’re… You’re serious?” 

I nod, grinning at him, pleased he finds that so shocking. I bet he thought I was still a virgin. I’m sure I have nowhere near as much experience as he does, but I know more than enough to be confident in myself. 

“Your turn.” I smirk.

“Never have I ever had sex in a movie theatre.” His eyes lock on mine as he waits for me to react. I press my lips together, wetting them with my tongue and take my time to answer. 

“Does masturbation count?”

His eyes flash, then darken. “No.”

“Too bad.” 

I smile and set my drink down and watch him as he swallows his in a single mouthful. Shivers race down my spine, my thighs tingling as he leans closer to me, heat radiating off him like a furnace. I feel dizzy, the smell of whiskey on his breath mixed with his signature cologne is as familiar to me as my own scent. He’s clearly drunk and I’m well on my way there, too. All I want to do is kiss those lips and see if he tastes as sweet as I imagine, but I stop myself. For now. 

“Your turn, Sofie,” he whispers.

Tilting my head, I drape my hair over one shoulder to show my neck. His knuckles go white as his grip on the whiskey bottle tightens, his glazed eyes sweeping over me. I’d love to be inside his head right now. Is he thinking the same dirty thoughts as I am?

“Never have I ever showered naked,” I say.

He grunts, his eyes narrowing as he pours the shot into his mouth and swallows.

“Now you’re just messing with me. You’re trying to get me drunk.”

“You were already drunk before I came along,” I remind him. “Besides, you’ve answered yes to every question. If my plan was to get you drunk, I wouldn’t need to try very hard.”

“Never have I ever tried to get my dad’s best friend drunk,” he grumbles. 

“Now who’s trying to get who drunk?” 

Giggling, I drink down my shot, then I push my glass over to him and wait for a refill. When he’s done, I lift my gaze to his and wet my lips.

“Never have I ever used my mouth to make someone come.” 

I pause, my gaze unashamedly sweeping over him before I drink my shot. A low growl rises in his throat. He grips his glass and lifts it to his mouth, tossing its contents back, then he fills his glass again and drinks that too. I look at him quizzically.

“I figured multiple orgasms is worth at least two shots.” He smirks.

Oh God.

I press my thighs together as warmth pools between them. He runs his fingertip over the rim of his glass, his eyes never leaving mine. I lift my eyebrows, waiting, daring him to be the one to push this game over the fine line we’ve been treading on. Or at the very least, clue me in on what he’s thinking.

“Never have I ever had dirty thoughts about someone I really fucking shouldn’t.”

I suck in a breath of air and swallow, forcing it deep into my lungs as he drinks down his shot. Holy shit. I’m not imagining this; we’re daring the other to make the first move, and I’ve never wanted someone as much as I do right now.

“Is that a no, Sofe?”

I tilt my head back and drink down my shot in response. My heart thuds in my chest as I open my mouth to speak, because it’s now or never.

“Never have I ever wanted to fuck my father’s best friend.” 

He stills, his eyes dark and sharp as he watches me bring my glass to my lips. The silence between us stretches out like the final note of a song, just waiting to fade. His eyes burn into me, flashing with understanding as I take a long, steady drink and then set my empty glass down. 

If that doesn’t make my intentions clear, I’m not sure what will.


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A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author under the pen name Missy Johnson, Michelle has recently ventured over to the dark side with her debut dark romance novel, He Saw Me First. 

Michelle lives in a small town in Victoria, Australia with her husband and young daughter. 

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{Review} Her Dirty Professor


Her Dirty Professor by Penny Wylder
Read October 2016
3 stars



It was the stupidest dare I’d ever taken in my life.

I wish I could blame alcohol—I wish I could blame anything but my own damn curiosity.

But when everyone kept saying that Loche Johnson has literally THE biggest… well, “Johnson” of any professor at our college, that he used to do porn and there’s a birthmark on his hip that proved it, I got skeptical. My friends pressed me to ask him. So I sacked up and did.

The rumors are true—porn star Johnson is real. I was just supposed to look, but then he gave me his infuriatingly cocky smirk and said that girls like me couldn’t handle guys like him.

Girls like ME?

We shouldn’t have slept together. And it should NOT have been amazing.

Now he keeps teasing me—in class, on campus, like he doesn’t care if we get found out. If anyone learns we hooked up, I’ll lose my scholarship. I’ll lose everything I worked so hard for.

I won the dare.

I’m not sure it was worth it.


I really wanted to like this story more, but I felt that some parts just moved to quickly for me. One minute they were student/teacher and the next they were in a relationship. Did I miss something? I wanted a bit more fleshing out in their relationship to make it a little bit more believable for me.

Overall an enjoyable read and will be reading more from this author.

{Review} JailBait


JailBait by Jessa Kane
Read September 2016
3 Stars



There’s a moment in every man’s life when he senses his downfall. Sees it hurtling straight at him like a goddamn torpedo. Maybe it’s a bad poker bet, a wrong turn in a terrible neighborhood, or one line of coke too many.

Mine is a redhead.

I advertised for a magician’s assistant and this sweet, little thing walked in the door. But I ain’t no magician. I need my redhead for far more nefarious purposes. Imagine my surprise when she comes along willingly, in need of a protector. And I’m the only man for the job, because I will kill to keep her safe…and in my bed where she belongs.


If you want something that is quick and easy to read with an over the top alpha and a young heroine; then look no further than Jailbait.

Yes this story is a bit on the taboo side with an older hero and younger heroine. How young, well the best thing the author never tells you and you’re left hanging. But you get a general idea of how old she could be.

What it lacks in story and length, it sure makes up for in hot and steamy love scenes. Hello sex in the forest while on the run from the law… *fans self*

{Review} Cherry Popper (Reckless #1)


Cherry Popper by Jade Sinner
Reckless #1
Read June 2016
3 stars



My best friend’s little sister. That’s all Emma Briggs is to me.
I keep trying to convince myself that statement is true but it’s a lie.

It’s her face I see every time I close my eyes.
It’s her touch I yearn to feel.
It’s her lips I long to kiss.
It’s her cherry I want to pop.

We were separated by time and distance, but now she’s back in my life. And everything has changed.
Every. Thing.

She’s no longer that kid tagging along behind me. The special bond I’ve shared with her–for as long as I can remember–has become something so different. Something so forbidden. Something so hot.

Desire is telling me to do it–to pop her cherry. It would be so easy to give in and take her because she’ll feel so good.

My best friend’s little sister is all grown up. And I want her.
She. Will. Be. Mine.

Series Reading Order

#1 Cherry Popper
#2 Panty Dropper
#3 Candy Licker
#4 Sixty-Niner


I’m a little bit on the fence with this book. On one hand i did enjoy it, but there are just some things that were missing for me to really love it. I was really drawn in by the synopsis however I was expecting something I little but different from the story.

Ben and Emma’s story didn’t really feel as forbidden as it could have been. Sure they were snicking around but there was no real ‘I wonder if they are going to get caught’ moment. I big getting caught moment just wasn’t there for me. It just seems second nature in these types of stories.

Also I felt like we never really got to know what their friends thought of their relationship or what Emma’s parents thought. They were worried about what would happen when everyone found out but the other characters opinions were never heard. I believe it would have added more depth to the plot.

Overall an enjoyable and quick read.