About this book
I broke my Daddy's bed frame. Then I broke his control to get him to breed me.
My dorm flooded and now I'm crashing in the spare room of my six-foot-four carpenter father who smells like cedar and makes me grip the counter every time he reaches for the top shelf.
I start wearing tiny shorts and trying to tempt him.
This is my father, and this attraction is so wrong. But it doesn't stop me from dropping to my knees on his workshop floor and offering myself to him.
When his restraint snaps like cheap lumber, the things he says while he has me bent over a sawhorse—filthy, territorial promises about keeping me and breeding me—I'm ready to beg for it all.
All characters are 18+
(Note: This is the taboo version of my story, The Carpenter's Forbidden Claim)
