Wicked Things We Crave

It all started with a tall, dark and handsome man at the bar, perfectly flirtatious and wickedly charming.

But that man was not the man Astrid ended up in bed with that night.

If only Astrid had a few more cocktails that night, she could have chalked it up to a drunken mistake with her over-protective best friend. It wasn't the booze, unfortunately, but the way he'd held her when they danced and the way his lips had captured hers and sent shivers down her spine.

It wasn't that Astrid didn't believe in love, she'd just never felt it and kept her heart under lock and key until the right man came along she could trust. She trusted this man every single day of her life, but he was never meant to be this for her. He was never meant to explore every inch of her body or whisper words of seduction in her ear.

Jonah Dawson was the last man she was allowed to fall into bed with or fall in love with. Not because he was her best friend, but because he was also her father's.

And her godfather.

18+
Strong sexual content and language