Yes, Mr. Dalton

What do my best friend's dad and baked apple pie have in common? They’re both hot, and best enjoyed on the kitchen table.

There are two reasons I stayed in Raven Falls.

One: Mr. Dalton.

Two: his daughter, Pam—who also happens to be my best friend... But I don’t let that stop me.

I’d crawl over broken glass just to be near him—to breathe in the sweat and sawdust, to watch those worn blue jeans ride low, the faded white T-shirt stretch across his massive frame. And his hands—rough, mill-hardened hands—look made to ruin me in all the right ways. He makes me ache, and I don’t even try to hide it.

Every Sunday at nine, when he walks into the Welcome Wagon, I’m ready. Skirt barely legal, neckline nonexistent, legs for days. He plays it cool, but his gaze lingers, his jaw tightens, and his knuckles blanch around the coffee cup when I lean in to take his order.

My sweet good-girl act? Paper thin. If he breaks, I’ll be whatever he wants. And when he does, I’ll take every bit of it.

Yes, Mr. Dalton is a short and spicy small-town age-gap romance with a happily ever after. Expect a possessive, protective hero, a forbidden first time, and a heroine who learns that praise, control, and obedience are even hotter in real life than in her private fantasies. It can be read as a standalone or as part of the Raven Falls: Silver Foxes series.