New Release + Review: Pretty Dark & Dirty by Margot Scott

 

Title: Pretty, Dark & Dirty
Author: Margot Scott
Genre: New Adult Taboo Erotic Romance
Release Date: February 21, 2020

 

Blurb
Some lines should never be crossed.
But sometimes the temptation is too good to resist…
Mason Black was everything to me: my father, my provider, my
protector. But then one day, he vanished, leaving me lost and alone.
I was devastated.
Years later, just when I thought I had put the pieces of my
life together, my world splintered apart again. Everything I thought I knew
about my biological father and Mason’s role in my life? Turns out, it was all a
lie. Every. Last. Word.
Now Mason’s back.
However, he offers no excuses, no explanations. He just
wants me to be what he claims I’ve always been: his little girl.
But the ache inside me won’t be denied. The longing I feel
isn’t one of a little girl who misses her father.
No.
I need Mason to be more than just a father figure.
More than a loving protector.
I need him to be my Daddy.
Author’s note: Brace yourself for a twisty,
forbidden romance so deliciously devious, it’ll tie you up by your heartstrings
and then drag you along for the ride. If you’re a fan of very taboo
older man/younger woman pairings, broody, protective Daddy figures, and
contemporary Gothic vibes, then this novella was tailor-made for your Kindle.
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Heather’s 🎩🎩🎩 review:

3 stars…
This review is going to be short and sweet just like this book. Yes this book is taboo with an age gap. No neither one of those these things bothered me at all. The plot line was ok, and had a different little twist to it that I did enjoy. With all of this being said I didn’t really feel connected to the characters, and the story fell a little short for me.

 

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Excerpt
A soft buzz
disrupted the quiet that had settled between us. Mason drew his phone from his
pocket, thumbed at it, then frowned. “Well, shit.”
“What’s
wrong?” I asked.
“Krista has
the flu.” His chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh. “This is going to set me
back.”
I laid the
sketchbook on the floor. “Can you find someone else?”
“Sure, but
that would take a few days at least. I was hoping to finish the preliminary
sketches this afternoon.”
An idea
surfaced like a bottle in the ocean, a message borne from the deep.
“I could do
it,” I said. He took in my face, my posture, my folded legs, then shook his
head.
“Thank you,
but that won’t be necessary.”
“It’s not
like I don’t have experience,” I said. “Come on, it’ll be like old times.”
“This is
different,” he said, his gaze hardening.
Technically,
he was right. I’d seen the conceptual drawings in his sketchbook. This project
was inherently sexual. He was trying to turn an intimate moment inside out, to
take the most private activity in which a person could partake and make it
public. If I did this, I would be laying myself bare for his and everyone
else’s perusal.
The thought
of it scared and excited me. It made my toes curl.
“You’re
letting me work in your studio and stay in this incredible apartment for free.
Let me do this for you.”
“You’re
here as my guest, Jett, not as a tenant. You don’t owe me rent or favors.”
“It’s not a
favor.” The offer was as much for my benefit as it was for his. Maybe more so.
“I want to do it.”
Mason
scrubbed his jaw, his expression dubious. The chair creaked as he stood. He
crossed the room and entered the walk-in supply closet, then brought out a blue
terrycloth robe.
He
presented the robe to me, his stare daring me to flinch.
“You can
change in the bathroom.”
I took the
robe and rose from my chair. I was halfway to the bathroom when I heard him
say, “You don’t have to do this, Jett. I can find someone else.”
I stopped.
The words resounded in my ears, deafening. He could find someone else. Anyone
else. Like he had scores of hopefuls lined up around the block, desperate to
model for him. Like I was replaceable.
He hadn’t
meant it that way, but that’s how it felt.
I draped
the robe over a stool. He offered a kind smile, like he’d anticipated me
changing my mind.
Grasping
the hem of my tank top, I pulled my shirt off right there in front of him.
Mason’s
eyes rounded with stark surprise. Letting my shirt fall to the floor, I
unzipped my jeans and shucked them along with my underwear. I stood naked
before him, hips squared and shoulders pulled back to accentuate breasts that
stood quite proudly on their own.
A breath
fell from Mason’s lips as his gaze caressed me. Goose bumps skittered along my
arms and legs. The man could’ve wrapped me in burlap and it wouldn’t have made
a damn bit of difference. As far as most of the world knew, I was still Mason
Black’s daughter. I had his name as well as his love.
He couldn’t
replace me.
Author Bio
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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