Slade never signed up to be a father. But when his wife walked out five years ago, he refused to abandon the angry, mouthy boy she left behind. Now Andrew is nineteen and spiralling... fighting, stealing, and landing in jail. After yet another late-night pickup from the police station, Slade’s patience finally snaps.

What begins as a brutal, no-holds-barred punishment in Andrew’s bedroom quickly ignites into something far more dangerous than either of them expected. The power shift is immediate and intoxicating. Handcuffs, dominance, and raw, filthy sex blur every line between stepfather and stepson. Andrew’s defiant attitude crumbles under Slade’s control, and the boy who once pushed every boundary starts craving the very man who’s supposed to keep him in line.

As Andrew begins to turn his life around... enrolling in college, getting clean, and finally trying to become someone worth being proud of... the forbidden heat between them only burns hotter. In a small town where gossip can destroy lives, Slade and Andrew must decide whether to keep their relationship hidden forever… or risk everything for the messy, addictive connection that’s slowly turning into love.

Dark, intensely erotic, and emotionally charged, Don’t Call Me Dad is a taboo stepcest romance about redemption, dominance, and a love that refuses to stay in the shadows. For readers who crave age-gap tension, power exchange, rough kink, and zero apologies for crossing every line.