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DADDY’S GIRL (1)

Daddy strides into the living room, between me and the TV, and switches off the “Buffy” rerun I’m half heartedly watching.

Then he holds up a pack of cigarettes and a romance novel. “I found these in your room, Cherise. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Heart pounding like a techno track, palms wet and mouth dry, I plaster on a brassy, totally fake smile. “You always tell me I should read more?”

I squeak at the end.

Damn it. He’s caught me by surprise, and it’s making me nervous. “Smut isn’t what I had in mind.”

“It’s just a romance novel, Daddy.” I knew the cigarettes would get me in trouble, but I’m surprised he’s harping on the book. He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure.

Maybe the difference is that this is an erotic romance, and a kinky one at that?

I jump up and try to snatch the book away fr
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