Find your ideal daddy. Is he dark and dirty? Does he make you blush with the things he says and does? Is he about lavishing you with gifts or experiences? Or is he healing a part of you long buried and forgotten? He can be your teacher, mentor, friend, supporter, snuggle partner, and, yes, even a disciplinarian because sometimes you need to hear no, even when you don’t want to.
Keila had no idea what she was getting into when she embarked on seeking her own special arrangement, but once she met Jack, it all came together in her mind. Now, she just has to articulate her needs and her wants without fear. The fear is blocking her blessings, and the fact is that after a period of getting to know him, she knows Jack is the one for her, even if it is only temporary.
Jack was devastated after his wife’s death and poured all his energies into work while ignoring his love life – beyond his physical needs. Just when he thinks it would be this way forever, he meets a young woman who begins to consume his head and his heart quite unexpectedly. It is a slow building relationship that reignites things in the powerful man that he, too, believed to be buried forever.
Publisher’s Note: This is a sweet, contemporary WMBW romance with elements of domestic discipline and a guaranteed HEA.
“You left out Black, Mother. I’m a Black-Jewish woman. That part is always conveniently left off by you and by Grams when you’re spouting affirmations, but all I have to do is look in the mirror and I can see the truth as plain as day all over my face. You see it, too. My God, sometimes it’s like you can’t even look at me, because of how much you see him in my face. Is this why you look through me? Is it?”
“I can’t deal with your hysterics today.”
“I am not hysterical. I think I’m quite calm, considering the run around I’ve gotten for the last eighteen years.”
“Please get ready to come down for dinner. Your grandmother is having guests and she won’t be happy if she has to explain your late appearance at the table.” “I could just not come down at all. She could tell them I’m sick.”
“Keila, I’m begging you. These social things are important to your grandmother. With everything she does for us, a few social functions aren’t a lot to ask.”
“Nothing has changed for you, has it? She’s still controlling you. Whatever money Grandpa left or whatever secrets she’s holding over you can’t be worth it. So what, you got pregnant in college. Big whoop! Who didn’t?”
“I am not doing this. I know you’re working me up on purpose, but I made my choices a long time ago and going over it every time you’re in the mood to stir up trouble isn’t going to change anything. She’s my mother. She was right. I accepted that a long time ago. It would be great if, just once, you could follow my example.”
“You mean I should blindly do what you say no matter how it makes me feel. I should be just like you, huh? That’s a hard pass. I think I’ll be my own woman. I’ll ask what I want. I’ll feel what I want. And, I won’t become her second bird in a gilded cage.”
“So disrespectful. Get your attitude together and get yourself downstairs. And, Keila, don’t bring this up again.” Turning her back to her mother, Keila waited for the silence to eventually crescendo to the height of discomfort. Then she would hear her mother move across the room and the door shut behind her. It was how these talks always ended. Master avoider, that was the woman who raised her, guided her, and taught her how to deal with the world and she couldn’t wait to get away from her and try things in a whole new way.
About the Author
Author Bio: “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”
~Hunter S. Thompson
I’ve always strived to live life the MOST out loud I could possibly imagine. Taking chances on doing the thing that put the biggest knot in my belly is a rush like none other. It’s what I did years ago when I dropped everything to do theatre in New York, when I quit teaching to go back to theatre fulltime and when I moved across the world to Japan. There’s a bit of my journey in each story I tell, some bits and pieces that put Paige on the page.