New Release!
Only a Good Man Will Do
Book
1 of the Good Man Series
by Dee S. Knight (@DeeSKnight)
Blurb:
Daniel Goodman is one of a set of triplets—natural,
identical triplets, a rare kind of birth. He is a serious man, often feeling
estranged from his wild and carefree brother Jonah and his free-spirited
parents. He's also distanced from his other brother Mark, a genius who might or
might not realize that he's unlike most other people and doesn't seem to care.
Daniel Goodman is a man on a mission. For years he
has striven for perfection, fighting for the pinnacle achievement in his world
of academia, Headmaster of Westover Academy. Westover, established before the
American Revolution, is still one of the most prestigious schools in the
country. They accept only boys whose parents fit a certain mold and only those
teachers who hold to a stringent set of mores, on and off campus. Jonah
considers his brother a prig. Daniel sees himself as doing his best to serve
his students. How much better can he serve them as headmaster? That is what he
seeks to find out.
Suddenly, into his cut and dried, strictly black and
white life of moral and upright behavior, comes Eve Star, formerly one of
Europe's foremost exotic dancers. Her life is anything but cut and dried, black
and white. Bad enough that she's enrolled her son in Westover Academy under
false pretenses. More, she runs the town's most disreputable bar. Worst, much
to Daniel's dismay, he finds himself drawn to her like a kid to chocolate.
Nothing good can come of this attraction. Or can it? He is after all, a good
man.
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Excerpt:
Daniel walked
into the parlor of the headmaster’s house Saturday afternoon seeking first the food
table and second, his friend, Stan Baxter. He spotted them both near the front
window.
“You’re late,”
Stan said.
“Lots of people
wanted to chat.” Parents’ Weekend, when teachers sat in their classrooms to
meet their students’ mothers and fathers, meant mandatory tea afterwards for
all professionals at the Academy. Board members and parents attended at their
own discretion, and the boys—the reason the school existed and they were all
there—mostly stayed out of sight and hearing.
“Fortunately for
me, a good many parents now have grabbed their progeny and left campus, so I
have access to the snacks unimpeded,” Daniel said, examining the finger food on
display before making his selections. The challenge was always how to load his
plate while appearing to take a socially acceptable portion. “Did I miss
anything?”
“Only an angel.”
Stan turned toward the window.. “Holy Mother! Look at that,” he muttered.
“What?” Daniel
asked, fitting a cucumber sandwich beside the smoked salmon-topped cracker on
his dessert plate. “Am I missing a table of fare? I swear, every year the
offerings at these teas are more meager than the last.”
Stan chuckled
and answered in the same low voice, “Is your stomach all you think about? I was
talking about another kind of dish. One you can have fun eating in bed, if you
catch my drift. And she just slipped out onto the lawn.”
“Is your libido
all you think about?” Daniel bit a carrot stick in two and sighed. Only
three more hours and he could order a pizza. With all of his charges gone from the
dormitory for Parents’ Weekend, he had a rare, private, two-day holiday ahead
of him. With the tiny plate full, he joined Stan at the large windows. “Where
is this goddess?”
“There. In the
red dress and hat.”
Daniel saw
nothing but the shapely form of a woman walking away. Slender ankles topped
three inch heels. A dress of some kind of lustrous material hit her mid-calf.
The style was soft and feminine, and berry red. Not many women showed up at
Westover in a color sure to make them the focus of attention. Not that most of
them didn’t expect to be the
focus—didn’t demand it, in fact—but they usually weren’t so obvious. The breeze
at her back molded the material to the curves of her hips and ass, and
fluttered the dress’s full sleeves. A wide-brimmed hat hid her hair, but based
on what was visible, Daniel easily imagined a long column of neck designed for
kissing.
“If the rest of
her matches the back view, you’ve got reason to be drooling down the front of
your gown.”
Frowning, Stan
glanced down as though to make sure the drool comment was only facetious.
“Can’t afford to drool on this. I had to use my tax refund to pay for the thing
and show off my Master’s chevrons. I don't know how you afforded to pay for
your Ph.D. paraphernalia.”
“The new degree
looks sharp on you. Now, why are you mooning over a woman you see at the
headmaster’s tea, when you know she’s some student’s mother and off limits?”
“She looks young
enough to be a sister, so it’s not a given she’s out of bounds.”
At that moment,
a young boy wearing the school uniform and a big grin ran up to the woman. She
bent to catch him in her arms. When she straightened, she ruffled the boy’s
hair. His expression and his wagging finger showed that he chastised her, but
then he laughed and finger-combed the mussed hair back into place. She took his
hand and they walked toward the circle where most of the parents parked.
Looking up at the woman, the boy’s lips moved the whole while, carrying on a
steady monologue.
Something in her
actions captured Daniel’s attention. They were artless, performed naturally and
with unabashed love. The child fairly skipped beside her and the frequent turns
of her head showed she looked at him as though hanging on every word he spoke.
“How wonderful,”
Daniel murmured, impressed with her total attention to the boy. “Did you see
that?”
“Oh, yeah. I
didn’t think her hips would ever stop swaying, and it’s a crime they make
hemlines so long.”
Daniel laughed.
“You’re such a hedonist.”
“And proud of
it. But you were right. Looks like she’s a student’s mother after all. Damn the
luck.”
For once, Daniel
agreed with his friend. But not just because of the woman’s obvious good
figure. More because she seemed to love her son and didn’t care who knew it. He
normally kept his distance from flashy women, as this one appeared to be, based
on her dress color, but her easy manner with the boy would be enough to make
him ignore his own inclination toward the conservative. If she weren’t
also a patron of the school. Assuming the gods smiled on him and he became
headmaster, he and the woman would be on business terms, and nothing good ever
came from mixing business with pleasure. Pleasure is what every male
instinct in him screamed she would be.
Author info:
Bio:
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making
getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people,
fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they
had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That's
how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she's lucky that her dream man,
childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are
their secret. For romance ranging from sweet to historical, contemporary to
paranormal and more join Dee on Nomad Authors. Contact Dee at dsknight@deesknight.com.
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