Romance Books With Single Dad Novels & Stories

“Tell me something I don’t know.” “So this Raymond guy… he’s Daniel’s father?” she asked. I nodded. “Dirty move,” she said with a small smile. “You went for your ex’s dad.” I stared at her, and her smile faded. “Don’t mind me. But from what you’ve told me, he sounds toxic… in a dangerously attractive way.” I smiled despite myself. “You’re right.” She placed her hand over mine. “You know what you need, Nia? A break. From all of this.”

"I've finally got you." I smiled, closing my eyes and cuddling into his chest. I felt a deep, genuine warmth for Silas—he was the man I wanted, the man who loved me. But as I drifted toward sleep in his arms, I thought of Lucas, sitting alone in his room, waiting for my next command. I thought of Cassie, his wife finding out. But all I cared about was I had the love of the father and the soul of the son. I had the power, the passion, and the secrets.

“Dad keeps telling me everything’s fine, but I can tell something’s wrong. He barely slept last night. I can’t wait for him to come back already. I miss him.” Leah adjusts the strap of her bag and gives a small laugh. “Aww, what a dad’s girl. It’s barely more than a week since your dad left and you literally FaceTime him every day yet you miss him. Men like your dad always think they can handle everything alone. You should make him talk to you. Or at least let me bring him some pie from the diner — completely free of charge. Might loosen him up.” Emily shakes her head quickly. “No, Leah, you shouldn’t. You barely have enough as it is.”

I assumed it was Alex, coming back for something he’d forgotten, maybe to rub salt in the wound. “Forget something?” I mumbled, my voice thick with unshed tears. “No. I just got home.” My head snapped up. It wasn’t Alex. It was his dad. My stepdad. Richard. He was a man who commanded any room he walked into, even when he was just standing there in a suit and tie. He was older than my dad, probably in his late forties, with dark hair shot through with silver at the temples and eyes the color of a stormy sea. He was built like a retired athlete, all broad shoulders and a powerful chest that strained against the fabric of his dress shirt. He was intimidating, imposing, and I’d had a secret, sha

A woman Elena barely remembered. “I don’t know. When Mom died,” Elena said slowly, “Dad changed. He didn’t go wild or disappear. He just got quieter. Like some part of him shut off.” Avonlea didn’t interrupt. “He raised me all on his own. And he did everything right. He never brought another woman home. Never dated. There were no rumors. Not even gossip at his office.” “I know, he’s kind of like a unicorn, right? Single dad, no scandals, no random women in and out of the house. He’s ridiculously handsome and successful. And he’s been single for over a decade. Is he even real?”

“And there’s no doubt in my mind that she feels the same for me. This has nothing to do with what Mom wants for me, or even you, for that matter. I will marry Ciara… if she’ll have me.” I swallowed hard and stared at my father. A huge grin stretched his wrinkled lips as he moved around the desk. To my surprise, he curled his arms around me and gave me a tight squeeze. “I just had to be certain this is what you wanted,” he said. “The sapphire burns brighter when the woman wearing it is in love.” “Stories, nothing more,” I mumbled. “And I’ve heard them all.” “They are more than just mere bedtime stories. It’s the history of our family, Cillian.”

, city lights glittering below, his chest to my back, one hand between my thighs, the other covering my mouth as I came trembling against him. Once in the morning, lazy and sleepy, sunlight streaming across the bed while he moved inside me like he was trying to imprint himself on my soul. For three days, we lived like real lovers. Held hands walking to breakfast. Shared coffee and quiet conversation. Kissed without looking over our shoulders. It was perfect. On the flight home, reality returned like cold water. “Your father invited me to his birthday dinner next week,” Alexander said quietly, hand resting on my thigh under the blanket. “You’ll be there.”

Most parents wanted to talk about their kids but Lily’s dad seemed not to want to talk to her at all. Just when she was losing hope of seeing him, the sound of a motorcycle shook the building. She watched the man getting off the huge black Harley looked like something from a bad dream. He was tall and wide, he walked with a lot of confidence, his dark hair was pulled back, and even from far away, she could see the tattoos on his arms like sleeves. "Are you the teacher?" His voice was rough as he approached which made her want to step back. "Ms. Vance," she said. She put her hand out with a fake smile. "Thank you for coming, Mr. Miller. Please, have a seat."

Dad looked at Roman and I could tell he was holding back. “Anyway, thank you for all coming here. I hope we can do this more often. Femi and I are taking things slow, but he makes me happy.” Roman rolled his eyes again and this time dad couldn’t hold back. He growled at Roman, “disrespect your mother like that again and we will go outside and settle this like men.” Roman sighed, “fine. Whatever.” Dad growled, “no, not whatever. I love your mother and she deserves to be happy. Just because you chose to remain single and miserable, doesn’t mean the rest of us should too.”

Blake’s mischievous grin made her want to blush. “Why, teacher? Do you miss my daddy?” “Of course not! I was just asking.” “Do you think my daddy is handsome?” She hesitated. Blake was obviously trying to tease her. “Uh, yes, he’s handsome… but I like you more than him.” “Daddy has a lot of girl friends. Do you want to be his friend too?” Girl friends? Or did he mean girlfriends? She gritted her teeth. Was Jarrel seriously introducing his so-called friends to his son?