Romance Books With Single Dad Novels & Stories

"Dad? Kenzie? Where are you guys? Dinner's ready!" "Almost done," Denzel had grunted, slamming deeper, choking me lightly as I clenched around him and came hard. The emotional pull grew too. Between the sex, we'd talk... late nights on the porch, him opening up about raising Kelsey alone after her mom left, me confessing how long I'd wanted him. It wasn't just lust; there was tenderness in the way he'd kiss my forehead after wrecking me, or trace lazy patterns on my skin. But the danger loomed. Kelsey was starting to notice the tension, asking why I blushed around her dad.

I just nodded and he left the room. I can’t believe this… *********** Alex’s Point of View Dad had gotten a phone call and left the room, Giving me and Roman a minute together. As soon as he was gone, I wrapped my arms around him so tight and told him how much I loved him and how much I missed him. He cupped my face and started kissing me, passionately, not caring if there were camera’s watching or not. If all we could do right now was kiss, then you’re damn right we’re gonna kiss!

"Why would my father have dangerous armed men?" "It's complicated!" Kael says, his grib firmly on my arms. "Kael make me understand all this!" I snapp, fighting back tears. "Your dad is a dangerous mafia boss, A don. Just like I was before I left that cruel underworld!" I immediately feel my blood run cold.

“Nothing. Just… an interesting choice.” I looked down at the book, confused. Then my eyes went wide. On the cover was a man with no shirt and big muscles. A woman was pressed close to him. Their lips were touching. The big, bold title read: “Desire’s Embrace.” My face turned red all at once. I had bought… a romance novel.

Not in that sick romantic way, just a way that a daughter could only love a father. Not once did he raise his voice at me; he always explained my punishments when I was a child. I wrote my emotions, and it became an extraordinary skill to learn. I took up his passion and began writing my own books. Dad liked the action, adventure, and sci-fi novels while I geared towards romance. The type of romance that doesn't exist in this world. The kind of romance that will never exist to any woman, the kind that makes you sick with longing. My dad believed in love once, and look where it got him? I loved to imagine the perfect man. Doing creative writing exercises was always fun; the perfectly handsome

–Dad Be good. I crumble the note in my fist, jaw tight. That phrase doesn’t mean anything when you're left alone in a five-bedroom house with no one but a ghost of a father and a man who’s always just... watching. Roman Cross. The name tastes dangerous on my tongue even when I’m not saying it out loud. My dad’s best friend. Ex-special forces. Always in black. Eyes like cold steel and a voice that makes waiters stand straighter. He’s been around since I was a kid. Quiet, controlled, impossible to read. The kind of man who doesn’t speak unless it's important—but when he does, everyone listens. Even my dad.

He looked like a man who had been arguing with himself for a long time and had finally stopped. He kissed me harder. His hand gripped the back of my neck, his mouth taking me apart. I grabbed his shoulders and kissed him back with four years of wanting behind it and the sound he made low in his chest went straight through me. "Rafael..." I breathed against his mouth. "We can't..." "Why not?" He asked, his lips moved to my jaw, my throat. I tipped my head back without meaning to and his mouth followed. "Because... because Chloe is my best friend," I stammered. "You're her father and I live here, and-"

Dearest Reader, This story is part of the Destroy Me, Daddy series — a collection of two standalone books connected by passion, power, and heartbreak. Each can be enjoyed on its own, yet together they reveal a deeper world of desire and redemption. I truly hope you enjoy my work and fall in love with every twist, burn, and breath along the way. — Josephine “Say it,” Alexander’s voice was a growl against my ear, rough and insistent, his hand gripping my thigh hard enough to leave marks.

Simple, elegant, beautiful. My dad and I have breakfast together and then he gives me my gift. I unwrap the box and inside is a book, similar to, although much thinner than, the History of the Guardian. This one is titled ‘For the Love of a Guardian’. I look up at my dad. “What is this?” He looks at me, and I see he has tears in his eyes. “Ailduin, Aolis and I put together the story of your mother and I. It starts when we were about your age. I thought you would want to have something that tells you the story of our love.”

She also got to know him better and had moments where they accidentally came close. He was very sweet and caring but Elissa couldn't accept that. She couldn't accept his affection and care towards her. She knew he had feelings for her which she wanted he shouldn't. She came up with the decision to tell him about her being a single mother. She thought that after he knows that she was a single mother, he would take a step back and stop pursuing her.