About this book
She had a five-year plan. It didn't include a baby or an electrician Daddy who calls her Kitten.
My outlet exploded and now my Dad, the hottest electrician in the county, is in my house.
He's twenty-three years older, built like a fantasy. I know it's a bad idea, but I still drop my sundress and dare him to be my first.
Turns out my electrician Daddy knows exactly how to handle a live wire—on my thrift-store couch, and with a fruit leather snack I'm never going to look at the same way again.
And when his dirty talk turns into promises about breeding me, I'm rewriting my entire five-year plan.
Turns out I'm a filthy Kitten who wants all the cream her Daddy wants to give her.
(Note: This is the taboo version of The Electrician's Charged Touch)
