Novel & Cerita Single Dad Romance Books

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

I signaled for a third drink. I wasn't broken. I'd been telling myself that because it was easier than admitting that the reason Tristan had never once reached anything real in me was because something else had already taken up all the space, it had been taking up space since I was sixteen, waking up flushed and shaking in a guest room. I shouldn't want him, he was off limits, he was Chloe's father, he was eighteen years older than her, but god I wanted him. I was twenty years old and I was in love with my best friend's father.

She was grinning at me then she whispered to the little kid, and looked at me. "Bye daddy! Go find me a new mommy!" She laughed at the same time as Angelica, that made me grin as I was trying to hold my laughter. It was evident that this was not his wanting, that he didn't actually want to go on this date. That made me sighed on the inside, as I was actually a bit upset that he might have a loved one already. Woah....where did that come from? He's "The sexy yet annoying coffee place owner that judge my coffee order."

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.

He was the best father in the world. "Thank you, Dad." She rolled her eyes. "And sleep well like a baby." She called out as Julian walked into the island house. Tessa let out a light chuckle. "You bother him too much." "That old man." Maribel smiled. "I know he likes Bianca, but just pretending not to. He doesn't want me to know that an old man like him is involved in romance." Tessa chuckled again. "He's not in any way close to old, Bel."