She's too pure.

Too innocent.

Too young.

I crave what I shouldn't.

Her father is my best friend.

I watched his daughter grow up.

But now she is a woman.

Just barely.

And when she shows up at my house, caught in a snowstorm, she lowers her chin, bites her lip, and drops into a curtsy.

"I will be a good little girl," she promises.

We both know she's not that little.

And that she wanted to get caught in this storm.

I'm older and wiser.

I know what this princess needs.

She needs more than a mountain man.

She needs a mountain daddy.

Dear Reader,

Hawkin is the older man we all dream about.

The snow is falling, the sky is dark, and it's time to let this alpha warm us up in his cabin.

Naughty is filthy-sweet romance at its best.

This time, emphasis on filthy!

Enjoy!

Xo, Frankie