Tequila Sunset: Off-Limits Daddy Romance

By L.M. Mountford

To get over her ex, she is getting under her BFF’s Daddy
‘I’m sorry Cassy, but you’re just too boring for me,’
That was the story of Cassandra’s life.
She was always that girl. The curvy plain jane. She was fine with it, right up until her hot bad-boy ex threw it in her face before walking out of her life. Leaving her depressed and reeling, doubting everything about herself and her future...
So her best friend has spirited her away to her family’s Gibraltar Vila for a little fun in the sun, some much-needed girl time, and a whole lot of boys.
There’s just one problem.
David, her best friend’s recently divorced dad also happens to be staying at the villa. And he’s no boy...
He’s all man. A dark and tempting man who is as forbidden and dangerous as a bar of rich dark chocolate. She knows she shouldn’t go there, but when they’re left all alone for the day, with nothing to do but hang out by the pool, what’s a poor girl to do but take a plunge.

Tequila Sunset is a standalone, dirty and steamy beach read, an age-gap, forbidden Romance between a tempting and off-limits single father and his daughter's best friend, trapped together in forced proximity in his holiday villa.
If you love plenty of steam, no cheating, and a HFN ending, scroll up and one click today!

• Language: English
• Publisher: L.M. Mountford
• Release date: May 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9781913945886

L.M. Mountford

L.M.Mountford was born and raised in England, first in the town of Bridgewater, Somerset, before later moving to the city of Gloucester. A fully qualified and experienced Skier and Scuba Diver, he has traveled across Europe and Africa diving wrecks and seeing the wonders of our planet. His favourite book is Game of Thrones by George Martin.Having always loved to write, he published his first piece of work when he was just 14, a DragonBall Z fan fiction on the website Fanfiction.Net, and has continued to publish works ever since. Now with more than thirty pieces published across the internet and a fan base spanning the globe, he is moving into the realm of Self-Publishing.To read his freely distributed collection, or for sneak peeks of his works in progress, follow on Twitter:https://twitter.com/RealDarkinfernoOr visit his blog:http://authordarkinferno.blogspot.co.uk

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Oh, bugger it! David Street cursed, using his laptop’s touchpad to highlight the paragraph he’d just written, and then deleting it with a tap of the key, collapsing back into his desk chair. He couldn’t believe it. After working on it all morning, he was actually two paragraphs behind where he’d started. 

He glowered at the screen, the cursor mocking his ineptitude with its constant blinking on the blank Word document.

A lot was made of the blank page. It was often said to taunt writers, to intimidate them with the immense space to fill. He never saw it that way, however. To him, the page wasn’t a weight tugging him down. It was a challenge to overcome, fresh clay to be moulded however he saw fit.

No, the page wasn’t the problem.

It was the pressure. The drive to outdo himself. To make this chapter better than the last. For the book to be new and exciting in a world where the well of creativity had run dry. 

And time was running out. 

His agent had been on the phone only that morning to tell him the publishers were getting impatient. That he had missed his deadline, and they wanted to see something by the end of the week or they would insist on the return of his advance.

Bloody ingrates, he scoffed, leaning so far back in his chair until he was in real danger of falling on his arse. "You make them millions one day and they’re kissing your ass. But one little bit of block the next, and it’s ‘hasta la vista, baby’." He emphasised the Schwarzenegger impression by shooting a finger pistol at the ceiling before a scream, then a splash, had him on his feet and looking out the office’s window.

Below, his daughter, Stacey, lay out on one of two inflatable beds drifting along the surface of the villa’s large pool, sunning herself while her friend Cassandra swam lengths.  

The girls spent most of the week like that. Enjoying the hot summer days and the awe-inspiring views over the Bay of Gibraltar. 

David had taken a moment to enjoy them too, though his view had been one quite different. His gaze followed the figure in the water, his eyes locking onto the sheer ivory white bikini as she power-stroked through the crystal blue water from one edge to the other. Without stopping, she dived under, rolled and kicked away from the wall to repeat the lap.

She did this five times before swerving and swimming towards the edge closest to the villa, where they'd left their towels.

It was a scene straight out of David's own dirty little movie. Time almost seemed to hold its breath as Cassandra pulled herself up easily out of the water, throwing back her bountiful mane of raven hair. Rivulets sparkled in the sun and cascaded down her long neck, full breasts and flat belly. Then she was up on her feet and towelling her hair, her head turning up towards the house. Finding him.

Their eyes met and David knew instinctively that she knew he had been watching her.

He'd been caught, but the idea only sent a hot shiver tingling up his spine as he dragged his eyes away. Feeling a little hot, he decided he needed to take a break.

And maybe have a little fun in the sun himself...

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Ah... this is the life! Stacey sighed, stretched out across her inflatable.

Cassandra didn’t answer, just led back on her float and kicked gently away from the edge, sending her float drifting lazily back across the surface of the pool. Overhead, the sky was as blue as she had ever seen it. Stretched out below at the base of the western slope of the rock that dominated the eastern side, the slender crescent shaped town of Gibraltar seemed quiet and sleepy. Beyond that, the still azure waters of the bay stretched out as far as the eye could see towards the black lines of the distant Spanish coast.

It was paradise. Their very own little slice of heaven. Cut away from the rest of the world the way Gibraltar itself was separated from the rest of mainland Europe. 

So then