Single Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

Easy. “I understand that,” he said. “I’m taking Lucas home. He’s been very excited.” “Are you visiting family?” I asked. “My parents live nearby,” he said. “And home is… well. Home.” Something in his tone shifted, not sad, exactly, but careful. Like he was choosing each word deliberately. “And you?” he asked. “Any big holiday plans?” “No,” I said quickly. Too quickly. I softened it. “Just me. Walking. Eating. Existing without answering questions.”

“I’ve tried grounding. I’ve tried every damn parenting book your mother left behind before she jetted off to Europe for another month. None of it works with you.” My heart hammered against my ribs. I could feel the hard ridge of him through his sweatpants, pressing against my stomach. He was hard. For me. The realization sent a bolt of pure want straight between my legs. “So what now, Daddy?” I whispered, voice bratty and breathless all at once. “You gonna put me over your knee like the spoiled brat I am?” His grip tightened on my wrist, almost painful. For a second I thought he’d push me away, tell me to go to my room, pretend this tension didn’t exist.

The house was too quiet. Sierra sat cross legged on the couch, flipping through a book she wasn’t reading. The words blurred, her thoughts circling like restless birds. She could feel him somewhere in the house her stepfather, Damien Steele like a current humming under her skin. He had that effect on her now, and she hated it as much as she craved it.

I remember the nights filled with blood, money, and laughter—until love made him weak. Until he left me to fight alone. The corridors smell of leather and power, yet something feels off—too clean, too lawful. “Your father must be doing well,” I remark. Chad smiles proudly. “He’s a businessman now. He turned the company around after Mom passed away.” Ah. After Mom passed away. The way his tone dips makes me realize that wound never healed. “I see,” I reply softly. “He always had a way with reinvention.” We stop outside a large office door. The gold-plated name reads Kael Woods, CEO.

“You’ve never met her before and you might not really like.” “I will accept her, dad,” I reassured him. “She is the woman you are in love with, isn’t she? That’s all that matters.” My dad, Caleb Connor, is a rich businessman. He had several investments, yielding returns and making him a billionaire. Even at fifty-one, I was all he had. My mother died right after I was born and I was raised by my dad. I had nannies growing up but it was nothing compared to having a mother. My dad refused to remarry as he didn’t want me to be maltreated by a step-mom. I supported the move during my teenage days but the moment I became emotionally mature, I got to find out how difficult it had been for my dad,

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I gaped. He shrugged. "For the record, I have read forty eight laws of powers. And other non fiction books. I got tired, picked up a romance book while I was in Manhattan and it turned out pretty okay. Some of the characters are jerks, the women are bird brained, but at least they love each other." "That is so sweet and terrifying at the same time," I cooed, giving him a hug. I nuzzled my face deeper into his chest, loving his after shower smell.

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

I question, because the way he made it sound is that he always spends time with his wife and kid and all family man, but now they saying that he is a workaholic. "Yeah, no he never really spent time with them, he was always trying to find ways to find you and your father, always obsessing over making you the Don and taking down your father, but now that you're here it's like he has calmed down a lot" Grandma sadly states as she plays with my hair. "Wow didn't think Mr. I am a family, man lied about always love spending all the time with them, but oh well, can't blame a workaholic when it comes to working" I say dismissing the topic.