Sins of the Father

By Jaid Black

​Candy Morgan has always felt badly about the way her father swindled his former protégée, James Douglas Mahoney III. Worse, she knows JD believes she took part in the conspiracy to get rid of him. When JD comes to power during a hostile takeover of Morgan Chemicals, Candy realizes he will want revenge, but much to her surprise, JD doesn't fire her. Instead, he wants his vendetta against the Morgans settled in an entirely different fashion, in a way Candy never could have imagined in her wildest, most wicked dreams...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jaid Black
• Release date: May 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463849255

Jaid Black

Jaid Black is the founder and driving force of Ellora's Cave Publishing, the award-winning online source for erotic literature. She is also the founder and publisher of Lady Jaided, a sexy new magazine for women. Her novella "Hunter's Right" appears in the collection Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down, and her novel Deep, Dark & Dangerous is forthcoming from Pocket Books in March 2006. Vistit her on the web at www.jaidblack.com.

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Sins of the Father

By Jaid Black

Chapter One

Excu-use me? Candy Morgan stuttered out. Her amber eyes widened as she regarded the man sitting across from her at the expensive mahogany oak desk. She couldn’t have heard him correctly. There was no way in the hell that—

You heard me, he murmured. His intense blue gaze bore into hers, his expression brooding. I won’t repeat myself.

Candy stared at him open mouthed, too stunned to speak. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, couldn’t believe that this man, James Douglas Mahoney III, was suggesting—no demanding—the things that he was asking of her. Under any other circumstances she would have said yes. Under these circumstances her pride would only allow her to say…

No. She shook her head, swallowing roughly as she regarded him. I won’t be used like that, JD. I can’t believe you’d suggest such a thing, she whispered.

His eyebrows rose, but otherwise he remained calmly stoic. His arrogant gaze wandered up and down the length of her body, all but disrobing her. So much for the casual lunch they were supposed to be having, she thought. There was nothing casual about the way he was attempting to dominate the situation.

Her teeth gritted when she considered just how much the bastard was probably enjoying her discomfort. But then, could she blame him? If the circumstances were reversed, she thought, she didn’t know how she’d be treating him.

JD Mahoney, she sighed. The man who had been the focal point of more adolescent wet dreams than she could count had finally noticed her as a woman. At the age of thirty, she had waited a long, long time for this moment to be realized. But now that it was here, she morosely considered, she had to turn him down. The irony was not lost on her.

At forty, he was still as handsome, if not more handsome, than he’d been the first time she’d laid eyes on him when she’d been but thirteen. She had fallen instantly in love with the then twenty-three-year-old, but even so she’d been socially adept enough to realize that it was and would always be a one-sided attraction.

Men who looked like JD Mahoney didn’t settle for women who looked like Candy Morgan.

Not even when that woman was the daughter of the wealthiest man in Atlanta, Georgia.

Candy supposed she’d aged well enough. She had an exotic, pretty face with amber eyes that were turned up a bit at the corners, full lips, a cheerful smile, long blonde curls, and a slight southern drawl. But she’d never been skinny, not even at her best, and she’d certainly never been tall.

If there was one thing Candy had learned growing up amongst la crème de la crème of society, it was that handsome, powerful men wanted gorgeous, tall, beanpole, trophy wives. They wanted the women who ate salads and drank mineral water and called it a meal—not women who ate steaks and baked potatoes (loaded with butter and sour cream, of course), drank sugared sodas, and enjoyed it all without a qualm. They wanted the women with limbs long enough to wrap around a tree trunk—not a woman whose legs were shorter than felled stumps.

She sighed. Delicately feminine she’d never be.

You do what you need to do, Candy said quietly as she rose from the chair. She nervously ran her sweaty palms down the front of her designer denim jeans, her gaze skittishly avoiding his. She would not be a whore for any man—not even for the only man she’d ever really wanted. And I’ll do what I need to do, she said with more staunch than she felt. I believe I should leave now.

Candy walked towards the office door, then stopped mid-stride. She turned her head, gazing at him from over her shoulder. Regardless to what you decide to do, she said softly, I am and have always been against what my father did to you. His stark eyes seemed to widen a bit, but she couldn’t be sure. And I’m not just saying that.

Indeed, she had been JD’s most vocal champion. When her father had turned against his