MACK DADDY
(A standalone)
Release date: 2/13/2017
A Contemporary Romance Novel
New
York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling
Author
Penelope Ward
Synopsis:
From New York Times
bestselling author, Penelope Ward, comes a sexy, STANDALONE second-chance
romance.
They called him Mack Daddy. No, seriously, his name was Mack. Short for
Mackenzie. Thus, the nickname. Perfect, right?
So was he: perfect. The perfect physical male specimen.
At the private school where I taught, Mack Morrison was the only man
around in a sea of women.
Everyone wanted a piece of the hot single father of the sweet little
boy.
I was riddled with jealousy, because they didn’t know that—to me—he was
much more.
They didn’t know about our past.
He’d chosen my school for his son on purpose, because Mack and I, we had
unfinished business.
As my friend Lorelai so eloquently put it: “Unfinished business between
two people who are clearly attracted to each other is like an eternal case of
blue balls.” And I was suffering in pain from my case.
I was still intensely
attracted to Mack. I tried to resist him, immersing myself further into a
relationship with another man just to protect my heart.
Not to mention, getting involved with a parent was strictly against school
rules. But seeing Mack day in and day out was breaking me down.
And soon I might be breaking all the rules.
Author's note – Told in alternating points of view, Mack Daddy is a
full-length standalone novel.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Penelope Ward is a New
York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She’s a
fifteen-time New York Times bestseller of twelve novels.
Having grown up in Boston
with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television news
anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud
mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism and a 10-year-old boy.
Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.
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EXCERPT
MACK DADDY EXCERPT
Copyright © 2016 by
Penelope Ward
It was the evening of our monthly PTO meeting. On the agenda
was to designate the volunteers for several fundraisers that would take place
in the spring.
Setting up the refreshments and a coffee urn in the hallway
outside of the classroom, I couldn’t wait to get this over with so that I could
go home, get into my pajamas, and relax. It was always exhausting to have
evening commitments when the workday ran so late to begin with.
A deep voice from behind startled me. “A keg would be much
more fun, wouldn’t it?”
I turned around to find Mack standing there, holding a box
of chocolate chip cookies from the supermarket.
“What are you doing here?”
He placed the cookies on the table. “This is the parent and
teachers meeting, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but…” I hesitated, not even knowing what to say.
He finished my sentence. “But I’m not supposed to be
included in that group?” Mack snapped his finger. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought PTO
stood for ‘pissing teacher off.’ My bad.”
“Well, if that were the case, you might be in the right
place.”
“This is the right
place for me tonight.”
“This meeting is for serious participants.”
“I’m serious about the teacher. Does that count?”
“No.”
“Actually, in all seriousness,
I’d also like to help. It’s the least I can do after crashing your school year.
I really would like to be as involved as I can in Jonah’s education. That’s the
truth, okay? Getting to spend time with you is an added benefit.”
What could I say? He
had just as much right to be here as anyone else.
“Just be aware that this isn’t the right place to be joking
around or distracting the other attendees, for that matter.”
“I don’t plan on distracting anyone but you.”
“Yeah, well you have quite the fan base here. We have a very
strict agenda to adhere to.”
He moved in closer and just stared me down for a bit. The
contact caused my skin to prickle and my nipples to harden. “Don’t worry,” he
said as he looked down, seeming to notice that my nipples were piercing through
the fabric of my shirt. “Your points are well noted, Miss O’Hara.” He wriggled
his brows. “I’ll see you inside.”
I hated that he knew he was having an effect on me. If my
body had this kind of response now, what would have happened if he’d actually
done more? Spontaneous impregnation? Some things just never change, and my
reaction to this man was an example of that.
A long table sat in the middle of the spare classroom where
we held the meeting. There wasn’t a single man in the room besides Mack. He was
like the centerpiece.
I took my seat at the end of the table. “So, shall we get
started?” Looking down at my list, I said, “First on the agenda is the book
fair. We need to elect someone to be in charge of it and coordinate the
volunteers.”
Mack raised his hand.
“Yes?” I asked.
“That sounds like it’s right down my alley. I’d like to
volunteer to run the book fair.”
“What makes you want that task? It’s a lot of
responsibility.”
He thought about it for a moment then said, “I write
children’s books. I think I’d be a perfect fit.”
“That’s a good point,” one of the women said. “He might be
the perfect fit.”
I’m sure you’re
thinking he’d be the perfect fit, alright…in your vagina.
“Okay…but I hope you know that there is a tremendous amount
of work that goes into organizing that particular event. It takes place over
the course of an entire weekend. You have to place orders with the bookseller,
do inventory, delegate tasks, and arrange for an onsite food vendor because
many people just come for the food. Ultimately, the food is the bait.”
“I can bait people. I’m a master baiter.” He paused. “I
mean…I can handle it. I’ll get a shitload of people to sign up.”
An attending nun gave him a dirty look for his use of foul
language.
He cleared his throat, seeming to regret his choice of
terminology. “I’ll get people to attend. Don’t worry.”
“I’ll put your name down as a possibility. We’ll take a vote
at the end.”
“Thank you.”
Looking around the room, I asked, “Is there anyone else here
who is interested in taking the reigns on the book fair?”
Not a single person budged.
One woman said, “No, but I’ll be happy to help Mack with
whatever he needs.”
I’m sure you will.
Mack nodded then offered a smug smile. “Thank
you.” He then took a bite of his cookie and winked at me.
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