Single Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

"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.”

he smiles softly at that last part. I reached up and ran my fingers over his scruff on his chin. “I love all that about you, though. I love how manly you are. I love the paint stains, rough and calloused hands, and these,” I trail my fingers down to his abs and smirk, “are amazing. I know what money, especially too much of it, can do to a man. I don’t want a rich man whose greatest desire is to acquire more. My dad was like that. He was never satisfied with what he had. He always wanted more. And I love how great of a father you are, even when you didn’t have to be. You put Hailey above everything else. That may be the most attractive quality of yours.”

* Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Brandon & Sophia’s Story) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Liara’s Story) Book 5: His Caged Princess (Tiara’s Story) [Upcoming by the start of Feb 2023] * 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)

My stomach did a flip thing it always does when excity/scared. Dad was joking. He had to be. But that tiny dark spark low in my belly — the one I shoved down deep, it whispered something else. Something I refuse to give it the validation of actually thinking it.. Cards flipped fast. Dad’s face drained of color when Victor laid down his full house. Dad had absolute garbage. “Shit…” Dad muttered, rubbing his face. He glanced at me with a sloppy grin. “Extra waitress duty for you tonight, kiddo.” Victor leaned back, eyes now locked on me with zero play left. “No. We’re calling the bet. For real.”

I asked, genuinely confused. He had texted me earlier saying a crisis at his family’s company demanded his full attention. Xavier was the only son of Lysander Gray Castellano, perhaps the most powerful billionaire in the city, a man who practically controlled the business landscape of Greenville. Xavier was the only heir, the one expected to shoulder the empire. Despite our four-year history, I had never met his father, Xavier always claimed his father was too busy. "As if I could miss this," Xavier said, a sweet smile softening his handsome face.

He looks rougher than I’ve ever seen him. The sharp, polished edges are gone, replaced by a raw, unshaven scruff and shadows under his bloodshot eyes. The refusal to sign the papers in Vegas, the no-show at the hearing—I met his stubbornness with silence. I cut all contact. My father is still a silent figure in a hospital bed. Zayne is awake, trapped in a body that doesn’t obey him, and I owe him my presence. That’s the debt I’m paying.

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?”

my dad’s voice cut through the room and I saw him to my left with a glass in his hands. My dad is rather young, he is just forty four. He had me when he was nineteen years old and a trust fund baby like me. He has told me the story more times than I can count. He was frivolous with his money and enjoyed spending it on women. He met my mother in a night club and they had a one night stand. She realized she was pregnant and thought it would be a good idea to try to blackmail my father. She waited until she had given birth and appeared on his front porch with a baby in her hands.