Title: Deep Wood
A Mountain Daddy Romance Author: Margot Scott
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Date: May 1, 2020 She’s mine to claim. Mine to protect. Mine to care for. I swore I’d never go back to that mountain, not after my childhood friend and I fell out years ago. So imagine my shock when I find out
he’s died and left me his old hunting cabin.
On the way there, I find myself staring down the barrel of a pistol without a safety, in the form of smooth thighs, arresting green eyes, and curves that
could charm a sapling into a mighty oak.
But it turns out my old buddy’s gone and thrown me another curveball: the nymph with the ass that won’t quit? That’s his eighteen-year-old little girl. She’s running from something, but I’m not about to let anyone lay a finger on this
I’ll put my life on the line to keep her safe, because that’s what good Daddies
do This was a short enjoyable read.
It’s an age gap daddy Dom romance of novella length.
It’s very instalove with a lack of angst so if that’s your thing this should definitely be a good fit for you.
It’s quite a sweet story and though there is a backstory regarding Nora’s father and his death at the hands of Norahs ex it wasn’t a massive part of the story more background Filler and the emphasis here is mostly on Norah and Simas’s emerging bond.
I liked both Norah and Silas very much and though this wasn’t that in depth I could still feel the connection between them they definitely had a lot of Chemistry together.
This is my second experience with this author and she does write excellent Daddy Dom stories managing to deliver just the right balance and makes you go aw rather than ew.
This was a sweet read and gets a thumbs up from my camp.
I voluntary reviewed a copy of Deep Woods.
** ** ** ** ** Author’s note: I’ve wanted to write a mountain-man romance for what feels like FOREVER! There’s just something about a rugged, brooding loner with a big axe that makes you want to curl up by a roaring fire. Enter, Silas Walker! He’s a little grumpy and a lot stubborn, but once this mountain Daddy gets his hands on his baby girl, he’s never letting
Please be aware that this book contains suspense elements and discussions of past physical abuse. But don’t let that heavy stuff fool you, this romance is fast and filthy, with no cheating or cliffhangers,
and features a guaranteed HEA!
BOOKBUB LINKPurchase Links A gust of wind blows the playing cards off the table. Norah drops to her knees to collect the deck before it’s lost. I join her, stuffing
the cards in the box as I grab them.
“Cold front’s moving in. I’ll go split some wood.” I hand her the box of cards and then run around back to fetch the axe. Beneath the awning off the garage sits a pile of logs protected from the elements by a blue
I grab an armful of logs and take them to the chopping block. I bust through half a dozen before I feel like I’m being watched. When I
turn, I find Norah standing there, watching me.
“Enjoying the show?” I grab a fresh log. She shivers as if
shaking off a trance. “I’ll start bringing these in.” She fills her arms with wood and then runs off, returning just as the first drop of rain hits the back of my neck. I break up the last log and help her gather the remaining pieces. We’re halfway to the house when the sky opens up, dumping frigid water down on top of
“Better make a run for it,” I yell. We sprint toward the house. Norah reaches the porch before I do, dumping her pile on the porch with the first load so she can open the door. I rush inside, drop my wood by the fireplace, then hurry back to help her with
Thunder rumbles in the distance. My T-shirt clings to my
chest and back, and my jeans feel like they’ve gained thirty pounds. “It got so cold so fast.” Norah rubs her arms. Even in the dim, gray light, I can make out the points of her nipples through her tank top. My cock perks up as I imagine fixing my mouth to her breast, tonguing her nipple through her shirt. I picture her without the
shirt altogether. Soft, creamy skin. Round, jiggly tits. Stiff nipples.
She catches me staring, and rather than cover herself, she folds her arms and shoves her breasts together. Forcing myself to look away is like telling a wolf not stalk
a rabbit, or a lion not to lick its chops.
Someday soon, Norah
and I are going to sit down and discuss what to do about this thing between us. It’s time to set some ground rules, like no more paper-thin tank
“Go dry off,” I tell her. “I’ll start the fire.” She looks like she wants to say something, then purses her
lips. As soon as I hear the bathroom door close, I let out a breath. “Fuck…” This isn’t good. I have to get myself under
control before she comes back. I stack the logs in the fireplace, tuck a crumpled piece of paper into the center, then light it with a match. The fire crackles to life as another rumble of thunder shakes the cabin. The storm will be on top of us in a
I peel my wet shirt off and toss it in the washer along with my jeans. My boxers are damp, but I leave them on so I don’t accidentally give Norah and eyeful on my way up to the loft. I’m about to head upstairs for dry clothes when I spot Norah standing by the fire, gripping a towel around herself
that barely covers her ass.
She eyes me through strands of rain-soaked hair. I know she’s naked under the towel, and I know all it would take to see her in all her
glory is a swift flick of the wrist.
“Silas,” she says. I don’t move a muscle. She moves closer,
her bare feet sinking into the rug with every step. My muscles tense like they’re gearing up for a fight. She drops her towel, and my pulse jackknifes. “I want you.” She takes another step. I can’t stop my gaze from drinking her in, and soon enough, I’m drunk. The firelight flickers off
her bare skin. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined.
The boxers I’m wearing are a size too small. They don’t stand a chance once my cock starts to swell. She glances down at my bulge and her lips drift apart. I catch the glint of her teeth and the tip of her soft,
pink tongue as she wets her mouth.
“Norah, we talked about this. I’m too old for you.” “Actually, you’ve avoided talking about this. And you’re the
only one who thinks you’re too old for me.” Margot Scott is an erotic romance author who likes long nails and short, sexy reads, rainbow sprinkles on vanilla ice cream, and rainy days spent in bed with her furbabies. When she’s not writing forbidden love stories about bearded older men, you can find her browsing Pinterest for
pictures of pink things.
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