Jen's always been a daddy's girl, even though her dad isn't her real dad. She's just now coming home to Pleasant Parks on her way to a brand new life. She's got a thriving sex life, she's had tons of fun, and she's gotten a goodly amount of wildness out of her system.
Gil, her stepfather, welcomes her home with open arms and a huge hug. After all, it’s her home too. He even semi-welcomes (or tries to put on a good show of it) her tagalong guy of the moment Carl. Gil’s all on his own now that Jen’s mother took off and left him for Marty McMurtry. A situation that breaks her heart the more she sees of his solitary life.
The longer Jen’s home, the more she wonders how her mother ever could have walked away from a man like Gil. When her long suppressed feelings for her step father come bubbling to the surface, she’s shocked to find that Gil has his own feelings for her. Emotions and passions and turmoil run high as their torrid affair unfolds.
There are a lot of folks whose tongues would wag if they knew what Jen and Gil were doing together. And as Jen’s relationship with Carl fractures and she tries to deal with her haunting resentments toward her mother, she almost doesn’t notice herself falling hard for her stepfather. Almost.
Blackraven, BlackRaven's Reviews, 4/5 Ravens!
"...an intense, raw, passionate story about loneliness, longing, and unrequited love that simply broke my heart... you can’t help but root for these two to be together... Father’s Keeper by Parker Ford has everything, passion, raw emotion, pain, anguish, longing, but most importantly love. If you haven’t read one of Ms. Ford’s books, you should definitely give Father’s Keeper a try."
Claudia R., Manic Readers' Reviews, 4.5/5 Stars!
"Father’s Keeper was great from front to back... finished it in one sitting. I cannot wait for another Parker Ford taboo story that pushes the boundaries of sex, passion, and of course, love."
Sheila, Two Lips Reviews
"Ms. Ford lets me make my own judgment on this very emotional subject. She handles it with dignity. I know I will read her again."
Seriously Reviewed, 17/20 Score!
"The words flow off the page and into your mind...I loved this story. It feeds the wicked woman inside me that loves to read about relationships outside of normal. Hot, graphic sex that left me aching, characters that touched my heart and a story that will stay on the keeper shelf with Parker’s other works."
“It’ll be okay,” Gil said.
“Tell me again,” I said, sagging against the wall outside the bathroom.
“It’ll be okay, “he said, brushing a damp strand of hair out of my eyes.
“Even if it’s not true,” I muttered, closing my eyes as his fingers brushed over my skin.
“It’s true. Promise.” He touched the tip of my nose. “Goodnight, Jenny,” he said and kissed my cheek.
My whole body reacted in that moment. The warmth of his lips on my skin, that fact that it was Gil--who I trusted so much--telling me I’d be fine. It was a huge rush of love and gratitude and long stifled attraction. When he kissed my cheek, I turned my face and kissed his lips. Putting my hand in his soft hair, feeling the strands sift between my fingers.
Gil’s body went stiff and I kissed him harder, pushing my tongue to his lips and past them. When my tongue touched his tongue heat unraveled through my belly down to my pussy. He tried to pull back. “Please, Gil. Please,” I said, realizing I was not drunk. I was totally sober and in that moment and all I wanted in the world was for him to kiss me back. “Please, kiss me, Gil. Please.”
His body softened and his hands touched my hips. His lips moved against mine in a gentle dance before he opened his mouth and really kissed me. His hand cupping the back of my head to hold me tight as he kissed me like we were going to die in the next breath. “Just this one, Jenny. Just one,” he said against my lips and kissed me more.
“I feel your kiss all over,” I said, babbling now. I’d say anything to make him keep kissing me. Make me feel better. Make me feel safe. Make me feel sane again. “Here,” I said and put his big hand to my chest so he could feel my heart banging like some wild thing in my chest. “And here,” I said, pushing it to my belly. That roller coaster feeling coiled through me and when he curled his fingers gently over my tummy, his lips still moving against mine, I felt my pussy grow wet and ready.
“Jenny,” he said but I pressed my mouth to his and stifled his words.
“And here,” I said, half desperate and half terrified. I put his hand to the front of my panties and arched my hips so that I moved against him.
He made a sound in his throat. A strangled, tortured sound that made me press his hand harder to the front of me. His thumb found the split of my nether lips through my panties. He pressed the nub of my clit with just his thumb, his hot tongue stroking over mine.
“Gil--” I started but he shook his head.
“Shh. This isn’t happening. Hush, Jenny.”
