Dad Daughter Romance Books Novels & Stories

* Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) Book 4: Love Over Everything: The disowned daughter (Laira's Story) [Upcoming by the end of November 2022] * Stories related to these books. Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story) Book 2: My Bride is Not a Human (Cade & Andrella’s Story) Book 3: Her Chosen Mate (Rebecca & Oliver’s Story)

It’s some book with a half naked man’s image on it. Ever since I started working, she has been buying me cheesy CEO romance books. I have to make sure I never tell her about Jessica. Or she will start buying Single Hot Dad novellas. “Bitch,” I mutter and make my way to the bathroom while my cheeks turn pink. She laughs. “This one has nice smut scenes, Riley! I swear to God I won’t complain. Not even if your alarm vibrates.” “How was your hike? I thought you would come back tomorrow,” I ask, to change the topic.

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When I opened it and saw what was inside, my face immediately flushed. It was lingerie. And it was red. My favourite colour. I looked at him, surprised. “I love it.” I couldn’t stop smiling. “Thank you, Daddy.” He stared at me for a moment. I quickly looked away, suddenly feeling shy. Damien’s POV I hadn’t expected to come home to the smell of roasted chicken. The aroma had filled the entire house. I knew Skylar wasn’t there, so I immediately figured it had to be Jane. I walked into the dining room and found her serving the food.

I quickly tried to put the notebook back inside the hidden compartment, but it was too late. The brass handle moved. The door opened. A tall, beautiful woman stood in the doorway, wearing a fitted red dress. Her dark hair fell in perfect waves, and a cold smile spread across her red lips. She held a spare key in her hand. Her eyes dropped to the notebook in my shaking hands. "Well, well, well," the woman said with a soft, cruel smile. "What is a filthy little nanny doing digging through my dead sister's private safe?"

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“Petra told me you have one now. Is she a model? I know you have high taste in women.” “July?” I questioned, uninterested in the conversation, but I know I had to explain. “I’m marrying her for business. She is the daughter to one of my biggest account. Her father owns 40% of Ambre.” I drained the liquor in one gulp. The smoky, spicy heat swamping my senses, burning all the way down into my gut. And for a second, I felt a deep sense of relief. A relief from all my frustrations. He looked over at me. And then he bursts out laughing, clapping me on the shoulder to get a hold of himself. “It’s always about business to you, huh? Every fucking thing that even your marriage has to be a contract

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.

“Perhaps Lila needs some air. The garden can be refreshing.” My pulse spiked. I knew that tone. A few minutes later, I excused myself. Damien followed shortly after under the pretense of showing me a new sculpture. The moment we were out of sight behind a tall hedge, he pushed me against the stone wall, his hand sliding up my sundress to cup my pussy through my panties. “Soaked already,” he growled softly against my ear. “You get wet just sitting near me while your husband talks, don’t you?” “Yes,” I whispered, humiliated and aroused. His fingers rubbed slow circles over my clit through the fabric, teasing me mercilessly.

"Baby, are you home?" No answer. The lock clicked and Damien was there. "Where's Lyra?" I asked immediately. He gave a lazy smirk. "How should I know? When Selene and I returned a few hours ago, she was not there. Perhaps she went in search of her mother who could not even bother to come home. I froze. "What are you talking about? She's eighteen, Damien. She's still a child." Leaning on the doorframe, he crossed his arms. “ like mother, like daughter,” he sneered. You vanish all night and come back like that, and now your daughter is gone. Real mother of the year."