Category: Romance
Language: EnglishKeywords: Adult Age-gap Romance Contemporary Contemporary Romance Forced Proximity Friends to Lovers He Falls First Plus Size Romance Small Town Romance
Written by S.J. Tilly
Format: M4B
Kendra
Moving into my dadâs house at age thirty-two because my roommate scammed me out of my rent⦠not exactly what Iâd call winning at life.
So on my drive to Colorado, I decide I need one more night of freedom, and the cute motel on the side of the road is the perfect place to stop. Bonus that it has a bar.
Extra bonus when I spot him sitting at the end of the bar.
The super hot silver fox, with biceps testing the limits of his flannel.
I debate between sitting alone or being bold. But when I catch him watching me, like Iâm watching him, bold wins.
Heâs charming and sweet, and I can practically feel the chemistry crackling between us.
And when I give him my room key⦠he uses it.
But we both know this is just for one night. That weâll never see each other again.
Until a week later.
When he shows up at my house.
Because heâs my dadâs best friend.
Luther
I stare at her.
The woman I worried Iâd never see again.
And relief wars with guilt inside my chest. Because she, the girl of my dreams, is my best friendâs daughter.
And I know Iâm screwed.
Because I shouldnât touch her.
Not ever again.
But⦠I know Iâm going to.
Soon.
Kendra
Moving into my dadâs house at age thirty-two because my roommate scammed me out of my rent⦠not exactly what Iâd call winning at life.
So on my drive to Colorado, I decide I need one more night of freedom, and the cute motel on the side of the road is the perfect place to stop. Bonus that it has a bar.
Extra bonus when I spot him sitting at the end of the bar.
The super hot silver fox, with biceps testing the limits of his flannel.
I debate between sitting alone or being bold. But when I catch him watching me, like Iâm watching him, bold wins.
Heâs charming and sweet, and I can practically feel the chemistry crackling between us.
And when I give him my room key⦠he uses it.
But we both know this is just for one night. That weâll never see each other again.
Until a week later.
When he shows up at my house.
Because heâs my dadâs best friend.
Luther
I stare at her.
The woman I worried Iâd never see again.
And relief wars with guilt inside my chest. Because she, the girl of my dreams, is my best friendâs daughter.
And I know Iâm screwed.
Because I shouldnât touch her.
Not ever again.
But⦠I know Iâm going to.
Soon.