Coverage: A Dirty Daddy's Girl Steamy Medical Romance-NEW RELEASE!

Dr. 'Roan' Marin knows his ex-Navy SEAL best friend, Tank, a tiny bit protective of his little sister pediatrician Clarissa Morgan. Like 'touch her and they'll never find your body' overprotective. In Roan's defense, he did try to resist, but it's pretty damn hard to say 'no' when she sheds her good-girl sunshine and begs to serve his every dirty desire. Their uncontrollable chemistry and off-the-charts pleasure between the sheets has Roan willing to make their grumpy-sunshine dirty daddy arrangement permanent.

As in, ring on finger, bear my babies, tied to the bedpost, forever permanent.

Except when Tank almost catches them very, very naked, Roan resorts to telling one hell of a lie - he's not dating Clarissa, he's dating her roommate Willow. While Clarissa's not exactly thrilled, it gives her enough breathing room to deal with her actual job of being a doctor, sex up her favorite mean daddy lover, and keep Tank at an arm's length. Only now, Tank wants to meet the woman who's captured Roan's heart. The lies are closing in fast, and soon Roan will have to confess his sins and risk losing both his best friend and Clarissa.

Unless the unthinkable happens first...




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Ask any priest rabbi minister or pastor, and they will probably say lying is a sin. Consult Dante's Inferno and liars got banished to the eight ring of hell.

Technically, even the ninth commandment mentioned not bearing false witness against one's neighbor. 

However, it was unlikely any of those characters had ever been in Roan’s predicament where their ex-Navy SEAL best friend almost walked in on him having sex with aforementioned best friend’s little sister.

Said very adult little sister was currently hiding in his study because the sixth commandment explicitly forbids murder. 

Tristan (aka Tank) Saint-Claire knew a hundred ways to kill someone with his bare hands and probably another thousand more using regular household items.

Dr. Roan Marin had been in tight situations before, but not many were closer than trying throw Tank of the trail of why there was a pink mitten stuck on Roan's jacket.

Walking past the kitchen counter to the sliding glass backdoor, Tank picked up the offending pink mitten. "Where is she?"

"Not here." Roan excused the lie as Clarissa was not technically in the kitchen with them at this particular moment. 

Though her shadow was looming plenty large, and he'd need to play it beyond cool. Tank's chosen post-Navy retirement job was bounty hunting, and, when he got the scent of his prey, he was relentless.

Fortunately, Roan was the MetroGen Hospital Chief of Anesthesia and made it a career of keeping his cool while surgeries went haywire.

"Then why is this mitten wet?" Tank wasn't buying what Roan was selling.

Which meant he'd better sell harder. "She forgot it here, and I was going to return it to her next time I see her at the hospital."

"Huh," Tank said, peering out the door to the back yard. "Were you playing in the snow? Are those snow cocks?"

Clarissa had tried to build Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, only to end up giving off a phallic Stonehenge vibe.

"Yeah, she gave me shit about being from Florida and never touching snow. I was...building that to send her a photo with the mitten on it." Roan invented rapidly, telling enough truth to cover the half-truths. Clarissa had taught him to make snow angels and extolled the virtues of Frosty the Snowman. He'd also learned she was into photography, so it would be conceivable he could snap a photo for her.

"Creative d!ck pics. Weird, yet k!nky." Tank dropped the telltale mitten on the floor next to Roan's black winter coat. "Does this mean she's kinky as f^ck? How's the pussy?"

Another question the authors of the 'lying is a sin' group had not considered. What reality did they live in if he was supposed to answer Tank truthfully about how his little sister was between the sheets?

There was no diplomatic or safe way to explain the Clarissa-Roan sexual dynamic. They had a solid dirty daddy-innocent virgin dom-sub vibe in their regular games. Clarissa was into being ordered to serve and service him. She did it with such enthusiasm and inventiveness, Roan was near obsessed with keeping her under him.

Telling Tank that Roan'd unknowingly taken her virginity last June would not be comforting. Especially since he had de-virginized each and every one of her holes in that single night.

Yeah, bestie, I taught your sister an@l after I pounded her sweet sweet pussy. Never had one better in my life, and you have no idea how phenomenal it feels to take her bareback.

Another road leading directly to homicide.

"It's solid."

An understatement less likely to get him struck by a bolt of lightning.

"BuIIshit. Our intelligence operation needs a definition of 'solid.' It's forgivably okay cause she's hotter than heII? Pretty good making it worthwhile, but you'll train her up? Or damn near perfect since she's just as good as that nasty kinky chick last summer who ghosted on you?"

Again, also Tank's sister. 

When Roan met her at a bar in June, he'd thought she was the woman he'd been talking to online. After Clarissa left in the morning, the messages on his phone told him she was not. Roan arranged to meet again in person a week later for coffee and brought Tank along to be a low-key wingman in case she was batshit crazy.

Clarissa had seen them through the door and... it had taken them another six months to get their identities and shared hospital sorted out.

"Comparable."

Not a lie. 

"Damn, you f^cking dirty dog. So she's a perfect fit for your c0ck? Twice in one year. Making me proud." Tank slapped him on the shoulder. "Not only did you dodge a bullet with your online hook-up you missed, you fell right into new quality snatch."

Tank was exaggerating slightly about what Roan had told him about the night in June. Roan wasn't the sex chatty Tank was when it came to getting laid. He'd been vague while they waited at the coffee shop. 

Today would not be the day that was changing either.

"So you stopped by because you collected a bounty and wanted beer for breakfast?" Roan picked up his cup of coffee for a casual sip. 

"What does she do at the hospital?" Tank slurped his coffee between questions.

"Picking up the janitorial staff? Invite a cafeteria lady to try your sausage."

With a long-suffering sigh, Roan handed him a napkin. "She's a doctor. About the beer, I know a place that serves booze for breakfast."

"No. No. No. No. No. I'm locked on this doctor lady of yours. She's been at your place, and you're planning on returning her mitten. And she's dynamite in bed." Tank set his coffee mug down to spread his arms wide. "This has ‘whipped’ written all over it. Why haven't I heard about her?"

"Doctor means being on call and some of us have jobs that don't involve chasing people down and naming their own hours."

"Wrong, Roan. When the pussy's this good, I'll need serious intel. Set up a meeting, you, me, and her."

"That won't be necessary." Roan said in a clipped tone.

"Why not?"

So many answers to that one.

Because she's your sister.