Single Dad Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

Bryan kissed her passionately, pouring all his love in her heart and left with a promise to send her a text before he called it a night. ****************** Jayden's apartment bore witness to the turmoil raging within him. The air was thick with tension as he stormed through the door, his steps heavy with the weight of the shocking revelation at his father's office. The walls seemed to close in around him as he struggled to make sense of the chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind.

“I know you hate me now, Sophia but I am still your mother. Your dad and I are sorry for neglecting you. I am apologising on behalf of your dad and I, we're sorry for not treating you like the princess of our hearts. And today, that action of ours, is the reason we are getting separated. Your dad wants to leave me, Sophia. He wants to divorce me and the only reason for it is you! He couldn't take it that we remained married while you're estranged from us. Please do something Sophia. Only you can salvage this marriage from a shipwreck. Please step in, talk to your dad and save me from this pain. I can't live without him, my life is going to be miserable if Dekunle divorces me. I love him very

–Dad Be good. I crumble the note in my fist, jaw tight. That phrase doesn’t mean anything when you're left alone in a five-bedroom house with no one but a ghost of a father and a man who’s always just... watching. Roman Cross. The name tastes dangerous on my tongue even when I’m not saying it out loud. My dad’s best friend. Ex-special forces. Always in black. Eyes like cold steel and a voice that makes waiters stand straighter. He’s been around since I was a kid. Quiet, controlled, impossible to read. The kind of man who doesn’t speak unless it's important—but when he does, everyone listens. Even my dad.

The apartment smells like coffee and laundry detergent and the faint mildew that never quite goes away. Victor texts again. Got your money. Nice bump. Tell your rich boyfriend thanks. See you soon, kid. I feel sick. Victor Hayes. My father. The man who used to carry me on his shoulders at the beach when I was little, who taught me how to change a tire, who promised he’d build us a house with a pool one day. The same man who gambled away Mom’s wedding ring when I was twelve, who screamed at her until she cried, who left for good when Sophie was four. Who still calls me “baby girl,” as I owe him something for the few good memories he left behind.

“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

In truth, I should probably thank Dennis. If he hadn't lied to me, I wouldn't be who I am now. Just then, my phone rang. It was Raymond McMillan, Dennis's father. "Anna," he said, his voice warm and familiar, "are you coming back to Veldere soon? Once you're back, you can finally become my daughter-in-law." My heart skipped a beat. For him to say something like that… it meant he didn't know. He didn't know that Dennis was already with someone else.

"Dad? Kenzie? Where are you guys? Dinner's ready!" "Almost done," Denzel had grunted, slamming deeper, choking me lightly as I clenched around him and came hard. The emotional pull grew too. Between the sex, we'd talk... late nights on the porch, him opening up about raising Kelsey alone after her mom left, me confessing how long I'd wanted him. It wasn't just lust; there was tenderness in the way he'd kiss my forehead after wrecking me, or trace lazy patterns on my skin. But the danger loomed. Kelsey was starting to notice the tension, asking why I blushed around her dad.

“No. We’re calling the bet. For real.” Jax’s grin turned wolfish. “Time to collect. Ava’s ours tonight. All fucking night.” Dad blinked slowly, drunk fog slowing him down. “Come on, fellas… it was a joke.” “Jokes have teeth when you lose two grand you don’t have,” Marcus said quietly, voice low and serious. “Cash or the girl. Your choice.” I stepped forward, heart slamming against my ribs. “Dad… what the hell is this?” Before he could answer, Dad’s head dropped forward. He passed out cold, snoring loud into his arm on the table. Then his body slumped sideways and hit the floor with a heavy thud, still snoring.

Note this a taboo/Forbidden Romance I have a confession to make. There has only ever been one man I wanted: Logan Lawman. Completely off-limits and twenty-five years my senior Logan. He is a walking demigod, with his broad shoulders and deep voice that makes my toes curl. Oh, and he’s also my Dad’s best buddy. To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement.