Literaria: A pretty dark love and a giveaway

Hi, book buddies :-) Something pretty and dark has crawled into today's post :-D It's a story for the most elite palates.

Pretty, Dark & Dirty
Author: Margot Scott
Genre: New Adult Taboo Erotic Romance

Release Date: February 21, 2020

MY OPINION

Unusual and precious, this Daddy story goes beyond what I expected. It is written with elegance and emotion, and it is capable of dealing with a pretty much forbidden theme in a touching way.

Family secrets, art, taboo love and eroticism mingle in this romance between estranged father and daughter. Or so they seem. The female character has many questions about her origins but also about why her father left her when she was still young. The reunion after years plunges them in the middle of unresolved feelings, devastating truths and a connection that explodes as much in their bodies as in their hearts.

It's not an easy tale, but it is presented with respect towards all characters involved, and it deals with their needs, their flaws, and their undeniable bond despite convention.

It is beautiful because there’s real love, real struggle to connect past and present and how those have changed them in fundamental ways. I loved the art. The happy ending is very welcome too. Very intense and recommended to the bold palates and hearts, but be warned that this is more of a dark and alternate romance than a cuddly D/l one.

What is this about?

Some lines should never be crossed.

But sometimes the temptation is too good to resist…

Mason Black was everything to me: my father, my provider, my protector. But then one day, he vanished, leaving me lost and alone.

I was devastated.

Years later, just when I thought I had put the pieces of my life together, my world splintered apart again. Everything I thought I knew about my biological father and Mason’s role in my life? Turns out, it was all a lie. Every. Last. Word.

Now Mason’s back.

However, he offers no excuses, no explanations. He just wants me to be what he claims I’ve always been: his little girl.

But the ache inside me won’t be denied. The longing I feel isn’t one of a little girl who misses her father.

No.

I need Mason to be more than just a father figure.

More than a loving protector.

I need him to be my Daddy.

Author’s note: Brace yourself for a twisty, forbidden romance so deliciously devious, it'll tie you up by your heartstrings and then drag you along for the ride. If you’re a fan of very taboo older man/younger woman pairings, broody, protective Daddy figures, and contemporary Gothic vibes, then this novella was tailor-made for your Kindle.

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A soft buzz disrupted the quiet that had settled between us. Mason drew his phone from his pocket, thumbed at it, then frowned. “Well, shit.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Krista has the flu.” His chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh. “This is going to set me back.”

I laid the sketchbook on the floor. “Can you find someone else?”

“Sure, but that would take a few days at least. I was hoping to finish the preliminary sketches this afternoon.”

An idea surfaced like a bottle in the ocean, a message borne from the deep.

“I could do it,” I said. He took in my face, my posture, my folded legs, then shook his head.

“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.”

“It’s not like I don’t have experience,” I said. “Come on, it’ll be like old times.”

“This is different,” he said, his gaze hardening.

Technically, he was right. I’d seen the conceptual drawings in his sketchbook. This project was inherently sexual. He was trying to turn an intimate moment inside out, to take the most private activity in which a person could partake and make it public. If I did this, I would be laying myself bare for his and everyone else’s perusal.

The thought of it scared and excited me. It made my toes curl.

“You’re letting me work in your studio and stay in this incredible apartment for free. Let me do this for you.”

“You’re here as my guest, Jett, not as a tenant. You don’t owe me rent or favors.”

“It’s not a favor.” The offer was as much for my benefit as it was for his. Maybe more so. “I want to do it.”

Mason scrubbed his jaw, his expression dubious. The chair creaked as he stood. He crossed the room and entered the walk-in supply closet, then brought out a blue terrycloth robe.

He presented the robe to me, his stare daring me to flinch.

“You can change in the bathroom.”

I took the robe and rose from my chair. I was halfway to the bathroom when I heard him say, “You don’t have to do this, Jett. I can find someone else.”

I stopped. The words resounded in my ears, deafening. He could find someone else. Anyone else. Like he had scores of hopefuls lined up around the block, desperate to model for him. Like I was replaceable.

He hadn’t meant it that way, but that’s how it felt.

I draped the robe over a stool. He offered a kind smile, like he’d anticipated me changing my mind.

Grasping the hem of my tank top, I pulled my shirt off right there in front of him.

Mason’s eyes rounded with stark surprise. Letting my shirt fall to the floor, I unzipped my jeans and shucked them along with my underwear. I stood naked before him, hips squared and shoulders pulled back to accentuate breasts that stood quite proudly on their own.

A breath fell from Mason’s lips as his gaze caressed me. Goose bumps skittered along my arms and legs. The man could’ve wrapped me in burlap and it wouldn’t have made a damn bit of difference. As far as most of the world knew, I was still Mason Black’s daughter. I had his name as well as his love.

He couldn’t replace me.

About the mastermind

Margot Scott is an erotic romance author who 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.