Daddy's Annual Step-Daughter Golf Tournament

Three weeks after I made chief operating officer, the man who founded my company handed me a cream-colored card. The Harrow Invitational. One weekend, one private desert course, and a line printed at the bottom: bring your daughter.

I don’t have a daughter. I have Brooke, my twenty-four-year-old stepdaughter, and she teaches golf for a living.

So I brought my stepdaughter to the boss’s private golf tournament.

Every other executive at dinner had brought his stepdaughter too. Every one of them was calling him Daddy. And the rules card Walt read out once the plates were cleared had nothing to do with handicaps.

There’s a forfeit on every hole. Any stepdaughter can refuse one and take a penalty stroke instead. And the champion gets to ask any woman in the field to spend the night with him.

I put my car keys in Brooke’s hand and told her we could be home in two hours. She asked me what happens if we win.

Then my stepdaughter called me Daddy on the first tee, loud enough for my boss to hear, and we played to win.

Told entirely from the stepdad’s point of view, this is a filthy all-spice step fantasy story from legendary taboo storyteller Bree Mills with zero slow burn. One private course, four stepdads, four stepdaughters, and a forfeit on every hole.

“Good people do bad things and bad people are still human. Trust me, nobody in this book makes a good decision!” XOXO, Bree

No realism. Pure fantasy, maximum filth, for mature readers (18+).