Novel & Cerita Single Dad Romance Books

Kahit papaano ay nagising ang kanyang imahinasyon sa hitsura ng babaeng ito. Ngunit ang pagsasama ng isang romantikong relasyon sa kanyang kuwento? Hindi, hindi niya magagawa iyon. Umiling siya. "Hindi ako sigurado na ito ay isang magandang ideya, Peter. Ang Romance at ako ay dalawang magkaibang mundo. Hindi ko ito gagawing kapani-paniwala sa aking mga mambabasa. Gayundin, hindi nakuha ni Detective Zane ang kanyang palayaw na 'Ginintuang puso' nang walang bayad."

Cassie’s POV I woke up the next day, curled against his chest, cramped on the sofa that reeked of sweat, sex, and everything that went down last night. My eyes lingered on him with a dangerous kind of love, wondering how a man could be so perfect… and how that man happened to be my stepfather. I trailed a finger along his jawline, down to his lips, and heat rushed through me as flashes of how wickedly good he’d been with that mouth came flooding back.

And more, he gave, every stroke digging deeper into me, every strike against my bare butt cheeks, was a near-death experience as he pounded me nonstop, not giving me any room to breathe. I did not want anything else, just being his slut was a big deal, I was willing to die taking big daddy's dick than salvaging my 6 years old friendship with Olivia, unremorsefully. _____________ Juliana Roberts, 23 years old, Fashion Blogger, falls in love with her best friend's uncle and Godfather, Charles Davenport who owns a fashion brand she's obsessed with. This is a steamy story of how one friendly night on the yacht led to several nights of passionate romance and sexcapades.

"Your old man can't ever know. This stays between us. But I'm not walking away now. Not after feeling how perfect you fit around me." We talked for hours in the dark—about his life with the club, the runs that kept him away, the loneliness of the road. I told him about college, the boys who never measured up, the ache I'd carried for him. It felt real. Dangerous. Addictive. The next few days blurred into a haze of stolen moments and secret touches. Dad's trip got extended—some delay with permits—so we had more time. Mornings, he'd pin me against the kitchen counter while the coffee brewed, hiking up my shirt and fingering me until I came on his hand, biting my lip to stay quiet. "That's it,

“So, are you going to tell me who your fantasy lover is? Is it someone I know? Hmm? What’s she like? It is a she, I hope. You haven’t gone gay on me, have you?" Well, my Dad certainly wasn’t pulling any punches, I thought. He’d come right out with his confession, and I was both proud of him, and a little intimidated at the same time. “Hmm, sounds like it’s confession time for me too, huh?” my Dad softly suggested. “I guess I have the same problem as you. My warmest fantasy is ... my daughter. Shit, I can’t believe I just said that! I mean, a father isn’t supposed to lust after his own offspring, but dammit, you’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman, Claire. A man would have to have

“Daddy, be gentle.” The man did not look at her. He just kept working, careful despite his rough movements. “I am gentle,” he finally said to his daughter with a soft tone. He covered the scrape with a small bandage, then did the same for the other knee. Finally, his hands moved away and the loss of contact felt like a strange disappointment which annoyed me. I was cold, scared, exhausted, and my brain still had time to notice the way his fingers had been warm on my skin.

I open the first page of the book, and my mouth sticks seeing what is written on it: “meet the guy I have a crush on." Drake: "I love you, but I don’t know how to tell you." I sighed while reading the first paragraph. Drake is actually my father’s name. "It hurts me to see you give another person's attention." It sounded like a woman who was so desperate. What did my mother see in my useless father to ever think of falling in love with him? I spotted his features being so enticing in the book, and I sighed. "He is a billionaire's son; every girl falls head over heels for him." "He is so handsome, his Irish eyes are killer, and he has all the things a woman ever dreams of." I sighed softly.

She places a chaste kiss on his lips and my stomach turns. Yes they're married. Yes, my father is long gone. But that is still disgusting and it shouldn't happen even behind closed doors! I lean in for her to kiss my cheek. “Goodnight.” I reply. “Fuck me?” He asks after mother had disappeared. “Fuck off.” I repeat sternly. He laughs. “I didn't know you had such intense feelings about outdoor activities.” “You want to kill me.” My voice came out as a whine. He placed the wine glass down,gently,eyes never leaving my face.

I entered the lounge where the front desk was and dad was sitting there with a newspaper in his hand. I can never understand why he likes old media. I stood in front of him and he peered over his papers. He folded the paper neatly and tucked it underneath his arm. “Are you done with work? I can wait.” Dad stated. “I asked for a half day. I get it a lot because Azrael’s my author.” “Wonderful. Let’s go.” Dad grabbed his hat and put it on. He stood up and offered his arm. “Go where?” Dad smiled. “Go on a date with dear old daddy.”

“Great,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Perfect. Exactly what I needed today.” I leaned against a stack of folded chairs, arms crossed. “Relax. Someone will come looking for us.” He shot me a look over his shoulder—sharp, frustrated, and annoyingly gorgeous. “Your dad can’t find us like this,” he said. “He will kill me.” I raised a brow. “For… standing in a shed with me?” “For being in any room alone with you,” he snapped, then rubbed his forehead. “He knows what guys think when—never mind.”