About this book
I told my friends I needed the gas money. What I really needed was my Daddy's icing.
I'm twenty, still a virgin, and lately, the only man who makes my panties soaking wet is the one who shares my DNA. He's all flour and calm control, and I can't stop thinking about what his big hands would feel like tearing my clothes off.
Working the 4 a.m. donut prep shifts together turns into a week of bending over in tight jeans and 'accidental' brushes. I'm playing with fire.
When I recklessly confess my taboo fantasies at the prep table, I find out my Daddy has been starving for his babygirl.
Now my Daddy isn't just baking donuts at 4 a.m. He's baking a baby in me.
A taboo daddy-daughter story with first-time heat, breeding, and a filthy-sweet HEA. All characters are over 18.
(Note: This is the taboo version of my story Glazed.)
