The Good Girl

By Matilda Martel

Silas Mitchell wants a family. Tired of his womanizing ways that have left him alone at 37, he wants to find a good girl, someone to settle down with and make an honest man out of him.

Kitty Evans is not a good girl. Weeks from her 19th birthday, she finds herself in the center of a seedy love triangle that could scandalize her megachurch pastor father’s reputation if she doesn’t marry one of the gentlemen in question. But Kitty is not the marrying kind. A quick call to her favorite grandmother and she’s whisked off to Austin to start a new life.

Although Kitty swears off men, temporarily, sparks fly when she meets the older Silas Mitchell at a local church. Silas is on the prowl for his good girl and he’s never met anyone prettier and sexier than Miss Kitty Evans. He knows she’s an inappropriate choice, too young to settle down and start a family, but he’s hooked.

When he gets past her perfect exterior, he learns more about the real Kitty--the smart, vulnerable girl behind the sexy veneer, and he falls head over heels. If only he can make her believe there truly is a good girl lurking somewhere inside her after all.

This Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance is a lighthearted romantic comedy heavy on the steam with a guaranteed HEA

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matilda Martel
• Release date: May 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463040843

Matilda Martel

Matilda loves many things---her husband, dachshunds, cats, the two terrible Chihuahuas who live with her, Paris, New York, a few select friends and family, Nutella, books, lots and lots of books, and writing sweet, steamy romance for nerdy girls-- because that's who I am.If you like your romances steamy but sweet. Sexy, but on the shorter side. With smart and sassy heroines who fall for soulful Alphas- then you might like my books.I write A LOT of OMYW, cause that's just my bag. But no matter what kind of story it is, my ladies are always adored and my endings are always HEA.Please head to my blog: www.matildamartel.com, to learn what's in the final stages and will be coming out soon!Want a free Ebook? Join my mailing list to get my monthly newsletter at : www.matildamartel.com/mailinglist/

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Kitty

Well, Kitty? 

Yes, Daddy? My lip curls in a defiant smile as I pretend not to understand my hypocritical father’s question. 

Don’t yes Daddy me, little girl. Two men came to ask me for your hand today. Both men cited having had carnal relations with you. The worst part is neither knew about the other. They believed they were your one and only! My poor father, the beloved pastor of one of this city’s biggest churches reaches for his handkerchief to wipe his sweaty brow and tries to wipe the thought of his youngest daughter being as promiscuous as him. 

Really Daddy, I fail to see how that is the worse part! I cross my legs and tuck my skirt under my thighs. I am, after all, still a lady. 

Do you think you’re being funny, Katherine Evans? 

No, Daddy. I think it’s quite reprehensible how you choose to blame me when your friends, these pillars of the community, both almost twice my age, used their position of authority to take advantage of your daughter! I cover my mouth and whip up some tears before darting off to my room. 

Now, sweetheart! Did they force themselves on you? Kitty! You tell me if they made you do things you didn’t want to do! Daddy calls out to me from the other side of my bedroom door. 

Leave me alone! You always take the man’s side anyway! Why didn’t you punch those men out for saying such things about me? You didn’t even know if it was the truth! It was so much easier to fake-cry through a closed door.  

Sweetheart! You just admitted it was true. His weak voice is ripe with confusion. 

But you didn’t know it was! Just leave me alone, Daddy. And you can tell your friends, I’m not marrying either of them! I throw my shoe against the back of the door and scare my ridiculous father out of his wits. 

Kitty! Darling, you know your mother is going to expect you to marry one of them. This could turn into a scandal. It might damage my career. I’ll come back when you’ve calmed down, honey.  

Listening to his footsteps trail down the hall, I fling myself on the bed and shoot a quick text to my Grandma Mary, Mama’s nemesis. It must be genetic for the women in our family to despise their mothers. She’ll put Mama in her place. She always looks out for me and as God is my witness there is no way in hell, I am marrying one of those freaks.

Congressman Clay McGregor is the most deviant rascal I’ve ever met and although I’d make a gorgeous politician’s wife, the scrutiny would weigh on my nerves.

Of course, the alternative is far more outrageous.  Ryan Carmichael might be a sweetheart and he is by far the more handsome of the two, but he should have known better than to ask for my hand. He knows my feelings on his profession. Although we shared some of the sweetest moments two people can experience in the backseat of a Cadillac, I will never ever marry a pastor. The very thought of turning into someone like my mother fills me with such repulsion. 

Anyway, it’s not just a pastor thing. Kitty Evans is not the marrying kind. I know myself and I’m just not meant to be tamed. 

This whole scandal, if you can even call it that, is partly her fault. Ever since I was a little girl, Mama has told me I was just too pretty for my own good. I look like my Daddy’s mama who was a beauty queen in her day, before she turned to Jesus.

Her name was Katherine Elizabeth and I’m named for her. Everyone’s always called me Kitty, unless I’m bad, and then it’s Katherine. Which is peculiar since I think of Kitty as the bad girl and Katherine as my good side. Anyway, granny was a knockout with long brown hair, big blue eyes with thick eyelashes and full pouty lips. They say I’m her double and Mama has always said my beauty would drive men to sin and tempt them to turn away from their families—or worse, the Lord.

Can you believe that? I mean, what’s a girl to do? I could hardly make myself ugly, could I? 

Now, as much as I hate to admit it, she was right about one thing, temptation is everywhere. I don’t want to brag, but as soon as I blossomed into womanhood, men have been crawling out of the woodwork to try to tempt me into committing some type of ghastly sin. First it was the boys at school, but those never tempted me much. I have no use for boys. I prefer men.

A boy doesn’t have the same talents, experience and he certainly does not have the same equipment as a grown man. Allow me to be blunt. A boy is less likely to have a big dick. It’s not his fault, he just hasn’t grown into it yet. But why