I want to wish the happiest of book birthdays to London Hale — aka Brighton Walsh and Ellis Leigh — and Daddy’s Best Friday today! If you enjoy forbidden romance — and you like it on the dirty side — you’re going to want to visit Temperance Falls.
Daddy's Best Friend by London Hale
Series: Temperance Falls #1
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Erotica
Publication date: May 2, 2017
Format: eARC, 118 pages
How I got it: From the author
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Buy it: Amazon
She’s temptation personified
Nathan’s always been more than just my dad’s friend. I never thought he'd see me as an adult, especially not after avoiding me for so long. But one hug, one moment feeling every inch of him against me, shatters that illusion. Consequences no longer matter—I’m eighteen, and I’m willing to risk everything for my shot with him.
He’s not going to resist anymore
I never should’ve seen Eve as more than my best friend’s daughter. As a cop, I know it’s wrong. It’s my job to protect her from guys like me. Chasing her could cost me my career—not to mention the only family I've ever known—but I can’t hold back another second. One taste, and I want her. To hell with the fallout.
I received a complimentary copy of this book for review consideration.
This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
How in the fuck had we gotten here? All I’d needed was an escape so I could get my dick in check. Just some goddamn peace and quiet so I could get my head in the fucking game again—remind myself why I couldn’t snatch Eve away from Shithead and claim her right there in front of everyone.
But I’d wanted to.
Christ, more than anything, I’d wanted to wipe that smug grin off his pretty-boy face. With my ﬁst. Break every one of his fucking ﬁngers when he’d wrapped his arm around her and tugged her into his side.
And now here she was, on her knees in front of me, and I couldn’t do anything but stare. I should’ve stopped her. If I were a better man—a stronger man—I would’ve. Instead, I watched with rapt attention as those full lips kissed the tip of my cock, her bubble-gum tongue ﬂicking out to lick at the head.
“Let me,” she begged.
And I was gone.
I was so fucking gone for this girl.
I fumbled to set my beer bottle on the counter, then reached out and brushed her hair back from her face, gathering the long, dark strands in my hand as she continued to tease me. She licked me like a lollipop, her tongue eager and clumsy, her unpolished enthusiasm only illustrating exactly how young she was.
That thought alone shouldn’t have tightened my balls the way it did.
Mad at her for putting me in this position—mad at myself for not having the willpower to stop it—I tightened my hand in her hair. “If you’re going to do it, do it. Open up and let me slide my cock between those pretty pink lips.”
She groaned, her eyes ﬂashing up to mine, a ﬂush covering her cheeks. Reaching out, she rested her hands on my thighs, balancing herself. And then she did as I told her, engulﬁng the tip of my cock in her mouth.
The sight alone was enough to make my knees weak—her lips stretched taut around me and her sky-blue eyes staring up into mine—but combine it with the heaven that was her mouth, and I didn’t stand a fucking chance. I’d had all of seven seconds between her lips, and I already needed to go off down her throat. I was a grown man—a grown man who hadn’t gotten a blow job in months, but a grown man nonetheless. And yet I felt like I was no better than those little douche- bags she went to school with who didn’t know the meaning of delayed gratiﬁcation.
I knew plenty about delayed gratiﬁcation.
Watching her prance around in her tiny dresses, her perky tits taunting me even in my dreams, but not letting myself do anything about it. I’d had a full year of wanting but not taking, and the deprivation was bubbling under my skin, threatening to boil over at any second.
I was so tired of wanting. I needed to have.
Which do you find the hardest to write, the first or the last line of your novel? Why?
Brighton: The first, for sure. A blank page is incredibly daunting, and trying to get a sentence just right so it not only sets the tone for the book, but also hooks the reader? It’s hard as hell.
Ellis: Usually the first one. I “see” my characters in action, so they tend to drop me right into a scene without warning. The last feels more natural as I’m writing it because the scene has an ending point in my head; the first usually has to be edited fifteen times before I’m happy with it.
How do you come up with plot ideas?
Ellis: For London, we sort of start with a theme. What’s taboo about it? What line can we nudge a little? From there, we come up with characters, and then the plot starts to unfold. Our stories are completely character driven, though.
Brighton: A lot of times we’ll see an article or a meme or something and tuck it away in our idea folder.
Last book you read?
Brighton: A super advanced copy of Tessa Bailey’s TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BREAK
Ellis: I just reread SHELTERED by Charlotte Stein the other night. So hot.
Which author would you most fangirl over meeting?
Brighton: Jill Shalvis. And I’ve met her. Many times. Been introduced to her by my editor. Promptly ate my tongue.
Ellis: Kelley Armstrong for sure. Her Women of the Otherworld series brought me back to paranormal romance.
Brighton: She turned her can’ts into cans and her dreams into plans.
Ellis: She believed she could, so she did.
Y’all, this was hot. Really fucking hot. It was also totally addictive. I devoured it in about an hour. Hell, I went in to pull quotes for my review and ended up reading it a second time. So, yeah.
I don’t tend to read what I classify personally as straight up erotica. Don’t get me wrong, I like my romance filled with lots of details and dirty talkers. But more often than not, I also need the story and the feels. I enjoy the romance side of the books as much as I do the smutty stuff… and sometimes more so. Because of this, erotica is rarely a go to for me. I’ve found the books or novellas I’ve read in the past to be entertaining, but they always seemed to lack just a little bit of that something extra that makes me really love a story. It’s also entirely possible I’ve been reading the wrong erotica… But, I digress. Now that I got that out, you can ignore everything I just said. Because Daddy’s Best Friend? Perfection. But, you know, I’m not really surprised. I’ve loved Brighton’s books in the past, so it’s not really shocking that I felt the same about this one.
I am a total sucker for a forbidden romance, but daddy’s friend and daughter is a trope I’ve never really paid much mind to. Am I intrigued by it? Absolutely. Up until this last month or so, however, when I looked at the offerings on Amazon or Goodreads, nothing really grabbed my attention. Then London Hale came along and holy crap, I just knew I was going to have to read this series. (Fun fact: I’ve actually read TWO May-December romances featuring a daughter with her father’s friend in the last few weeks. I loved them both.) Once I got my ARC, I dove right in and never looked back. Nathan and Eve grabbed me right from the very start. Their chemistry, despite their age difference, was electric. I appreciated how determined she was to make him see she wasn’t a little girl anymore, that she knew what she wanted and that it happened to be him. I understood he was conflicted because of their ages and, probably more importantly, his friendship with her father. Even more, I appreciated that once he decided to say to hell with the consequences and jump in, he was ALL in. This was blisteringly hot, filled with all the things I enjoy in a good filthy read. It wasn’t big on feels, but it had enough that I felt connected to the characters and I was more than ok with that. Not EVERY book I read needs to make me all teary eyed over the abundance of feelings. This one was a good reminder of that.
If you’re looking for a quick and dirty forbidden romance, look no further. You’re going to enjoy Temperance Falls. I know I’m already itching to read the second and third books, which are (im)patiently waiting on my iPad.
I wanted a man who could set my insides on fire with nothing more than a look. One who made me feel safe and cared for. And I knew exactly who that man was.
“If you want me to fuck you, you need to use the words.”
“I’m gonna fuck you so good. So good. By the time we’re done, my name’s going to be the only word you remember.”
“I’m gonna be the only man who knows what this heaven tastes like.”
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Will you be reading the Temperance Falls series?