Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

Hiding my hand behind my empty glass, I cross my fingers. Pretty fucking please sit by me.

“And you call me whatever name you want, Baby Doll. But I like it when you say Daddy.”

But we all got to die somehow. And death by Brat is okay with me.

If you’re going to fuck me, then feed me, you might as well wife me.

“The second problem is…” He lifts a shoulder. “I like you a brownie amount.”

And remind myself he’s more than a hot body. He’s a goofball.

“Is this where you reveal you’re going to murder me so no one will ever know what we did? Because I’m telling you now, I will haunt you. Hard.”