Single Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

Most parents wanted to talk about their kids but Lily’s dad seemed not to want to talk to her at all. Just when she was losing hope of seeing him, the sound of a motorcycle shook the building. She watched the man getting off the huge black Harley looked like something from a bad dream. He was tall and wide, he walked with a lot of confidence, his dark hair was pulled back, and even from far away, she could see the tattoos on his arms like sleeves. "Are you the teacher?" His voice was rough as he approached which made her want to step back. "Ms. Vance," she said. She put her hand out with a fake smile. "Thank you for coming, Mr. Miller. Please, have a seat."

“With my dad right out there and my mom on her way, we can’t get caught. Not yet. This stepsibling thing is already crazy enough without adding more explosions.” Luke’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him so I could feel his cock starting to thicken again in his jeans. “I know, baby. But fuck, keeping my hands off you is gonna be torture. After filling that tight cunt earlier, all I can think about is bending you over again later and pumping another load in while your dad snores on the couch.” His voice stayed low and rough, breath hot on my neck as he kissed me quick and dirty, tongue flicking against mine before he pulled back.

Adrian answered, meeting his eyes without blinking. Dad nodded once. “I’m forty-six,” he said. “Six years older than the man who’s about to get married to my daughter.” The room went dead silent. Dad looked at me, then at my stomach, then back at Adrian. “You love her?” he asked. Adrian didn’t hesitate. “More than my own life.” Dad studied him for a long second. Then he looked at me. “He hurts you, I bury him,” he said simply. “But if he’s telling the truth… then you’ve got my blessing.”

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.

Dad looked at Roman and I could tell he was holding back. “Anyway, thank you for all coming here. I hope we can do this more often. Femi and I are taking things slow, but he makes me happy.” Roman rolled his eyes again and this time dad couldn’t hold back. He growled at Roman, “disrespect your mother like that again and we will go outside and settle this like men.” Roman sighed, “fine. Whatever.” Dad growled, “no, not whatever. I love your mother and she deserves to be happy. Just because you chose to remain single and miserable, doesn’t mean the rest of us should too.”

There were stacks of books on the shelf, mostly books about the American constitution , his father used to be one of the most sought after lawyers in the country before he decided to quit and start up his own winery. “Two years is a lot of time Raphael, the girls need a mother figure in their lives and you need someone who would love you, someone you would love just as you did our darling Brittany.” His father said calmly, sipping from a whiskey glass. “I am not going to replace Brittany!” Raphael replied, completely disgusted by his father’s insensitivity. He does not understand, none of them do, Brittany was… is the only woman for him, when she died in the car accident his willingness to

I noted, my voice thick with sleep. “It’s ten-thirty,” she pointed out through the speaker. “That is still emotionally early,” I complained, sitting up slightly. Nicole barked out a laugh. “Okay, first of all, Knox is apparently the messiest biker alive.” “Agreed,” I stated flatly. “Second…” I heard movement on her end, probably her getting into her car. “Why was my father distracted during a fight because of you?” “He wasn’t,” I insisted, my face burning.

Blake’s mischievous grin made her want to blush. “Why, teacher? Do you miss my daddy?” “Of course not! I was just asking.” “Do you think my daddy is handsome?” She hesitated. Blake was obviously trying to tease her. “Uh, yes, he’s handsome… but I like you more than him.” “Daddy has a lot of girl friends. Do you want to be his friend too?” Girl friends? Or did he mean girlfriends? She gritted her teeth. Was Jarrel seriously introducing his so-called friends to his son?

It's for him. Roman Blackwood. My dad's best friend and business partner. The man who's been a fixture in my life since I was a kid, showing up at birthdays, family dinners, always with that intense gaze that made me squirm even back then. Now, at forty-three, he's only gotten better—tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair streaked with silver at the temples, a jawline that could cut glass, and eyes the color of stormy seas. Divorced five years ago, he throws himself into the company, Blackwood & Hayes, the tech firm Dad co-founded. This summer, I'm interning there, supposedly to learn the ropes, but really, it's my chance to finally make him see me as more than "little Harper."

His thumb brushed her jaw — the touch maddeningly soft for a man wound so tight — before he pulled back, raking a hand through his hair. “We’ll talk when we’re somewhere safe.” Serena leaned against the seat, her pulse still racing. But one phrase stuck in her mind, circling like a predator: settle scores. What the hell had her father done to tie her to Damien's dangerous world? --- The ride to the penthouse was silent. Damien didn’t look at her, his gaze locked on the city lights rushing past the windows like he could bend them to his will. When the car stopped, he was out first, holding the door for her without a word.