She never thought spending a week with a Daddy Dom would turn her life upside down…

The same year twenty-four-year-old Lori Gold’s fifth grisly murder mystery novel made it to the New York Times bestseller list, she decided to write a series of books in the Daddy Dom/little girl romance category. After all, she was once involved in a risqué relationship, so what could be so difficult for the Queen of Crime to write sexy stories?

Unfortunately, Lori’s publisher Jake Wolk felt her novels were just too sweet for his readers who expected nothing less than sizzling scenes. Even though he was knowledgeable in the D/s lifestyle, it would be unprofessional for him to teach her about the steamy world of BDSM. But his father John proposed a solution. John is a real-life Daddy Dom, and he offers to train Lori in his home for a week—so she could write realistically from first-hand experience.

Sparks fly between John and Lori in more ways than one, and Lori’s eyes are opened to a way of life she never really understood. Naturally, it didn’t take long for her to realize why she’d been drawn to write this type of unconventional fiction.

As her intense week of instruction ends, she wonders if their new relationship will continue or was John only doing his son a favor by training her?

Publisher’s Note: This book contains elements of romance, sensual scenes, adult themes, power exchange and is intended for adults only. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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His fingertips ran light circles around my back. “Lori, do you really want to stay here as we planned? Because I can call Jake right now to pick you up if you’ve changed your mind. He only lives an hour away.”

The tiny voice that emerged from my parched throat surprised me. “No. I’ll stay.”

“Good. Because we obviously have a lot of work to do together. Don’t we?”

“I-I was just trying to be funny. I thought you’d appreciate a quick repartee.”

“There is a difference between being a brat and having a sense of humor,” he advised, smoothing the hair on the back of my head. “Tell me, were you crying because of the physical pain from the spankin’, or from the embarrassment?”