Single Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

“I love you, sugar. You need to trust Brack. He knows what he’s doing. I wouldn’t have put you in his hands if I didn’t believe he could keep you safe.” No, he wouldn’t. And, I also knew Brack would keep me safe or die trying. “I love you, Daddy.” “Love you too, sugar. How about I read you a story?” I couldn’t help the slight grin that formed on my lips. “Please.” It took a few moments for him to find a book. Then, his soothing drawl warmed the cold that had settled into my body. I swayed slightly to the sound of his voice as tears sluiced down my cheeks. My father used books to speak from his heart. The story could be about any subject in the world, but the message was always love.

Stan answered his phone “Hello dad….” He was quiet for a while and Sophia could tell that his dad was scolding him. Stan was calm until his dad was done talking. He sighed softly and said “I've been trying to help him out, but there's something he's not telling me. I even encouraged him to get back to her,they should have straightened things out between each other but he shoved my advice aside. What else can I do, dad? But anyways, I'll check on him tonight”

Dear Daddy Introduction: HE: a divorcee and has a son, who's in love with her.... SHE: young with some struggles in life and in a relationship with his son... But what will happen when the father of the son starts to show affection for her as well, who will she choose? Stay with the son or with Daddy!? Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#*

The complexities of balancing personal and professional aspects of their lives lingered in the room, leaving them both with a shared understanding that the path to a more open relationship required careful consideration and patience. *********************** Jayden sat in his office, the dim light casting a contemplative atmosphere around him. His mind was occupied with the weight of a business deal, one that seemed elusive without the support of a powerful ally. The person who held the key to this particular venture was none other than his father, Bryan.

–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.

My throat had gone dry, my legs had turned to jelly. Oh gosh, I dreamed of getting married one day, but not like this “Careful sweetie,” my dad said while guiding me up the stairs I just noticed. I slowly and carefully climbed the few stairs leading up. Inhaling and exhaling. The music stopped and we stopped walking. I guessed we arrived

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

"And while your mother is away, you will call me sir, or you will call me daddy. Choose one." Roe caught her breath, a wicked, defiant smile spreading across her lips even as tears of heat pricked the corners of her eyes. She twisted her neck, looking up at his sharp, chiseled jawline and those cold, dark eyes that were currently boring holes into her. "Why should I?" she challenged, her voice dripping with deliberate provocation. "You're not my real dad. You just like having me under your hand like this. Admit it. You've been looking for an excuse to touch me all week."

“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.”

, 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.”