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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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.
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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