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Total pages in book: 40
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Coach Daddy always gets to score. Cole Wood is untouchable. He’s the head coach of a new NFL team, and everyone respects him. It’s easy to see why: he’s intense, handsome, and brilliant. I’m just a young physical trainer working my first job. I never expected him to call me into his office. He needs me to massage an old injury on his thigh. When his pants come off, I can’t help myself. Except the massages turn into much more. Secretly seeing the Coach is driving me wild. He’s twice my age, but with age comes some serious experience. He’s taking me all the way. Late nights in the locker room. Early mornings in his office. If we get caught, it’ll jeopardize both of our careers. But I can’t help letting his experienced hands roam my skin. He’s my Daddy Coach, and he knows how to score. Coach Daddy is an ultra hot sports Daddy Dom romance featuring an older man and a younger woman. It has super steamy scenes and some bad language. It’s only recommended for readers 18+. If you love spanking, hot alpha sports, and dirty dominant men, you'll love this book! Coach Daddy is a safe standalone novella with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA. Enjoy!! Note: All books are standalones and can be read in any order!
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Leah

“Can you keep a secret?”

I stand and stare at the handsome man sitting at his desk across from me, his blue eyes piercing into mine.

Coach Wood is really freaking hot. I mean, I don’t normally gush over guys. That’s not really my thing. But this man is so stupidly attractive that I genuinely don’t understand how I’m even standing in the same room as him.

Every girl on the training staff keeps talking about it. He looks like a model, older and more rugged and more muscular, but his face is like perfectly symmetrical. His eyes are the sort of blue that almost makes you uncomfortable, but in a good way.

I have no clue how old he is, but he must be in his forties. I mean, he’s the head coach of an NFL team, so he can’t be young. It’s hard to say exactly just based on his looks, since he’s so handsome, he could pretty much be any age.

I’d guess forties, though. Ever since I was hired by the Fargo Chainsaws and started a few days ago, I keep finding myself stealing glances at the coach, imagining his lips against my neck, his hands on my body, and now here I am alone with him in his office and he wants to know…

If I can keep a secret?

I clear my throat. “Uh, yeah, I think so.”

“You think so?” He raises an eyebrow, a little smile coming to his lips.

“I think so,” I repeat. “Depends on the secret.”

He laughs. “Shut the door, please, Leah.”

I hesitate, but I step further into his office and shut the door behind me. There are a few people still in the locker room, a few huge defensive lineman unwrapping their catcher’s-glove-sized hands.

“It’s a secret about me,” he says. “The sort of thing that I don’t want getting around the office, you understand?”

I nod, eyes a little wider than normal, trying to understand what’s happening here. “Okay,” I say. “I think I follow.”

He sighs. “It’s nothing sinister. It’s just… as a head coach, I’m expected to be tough. These guys would eat me alive if they knew.”

I stare at him, blinking a little. What the heck is he talking about? I mean, what could his secret possibly be?

Coach Wood looks like the manliest man imaginable. He’s like the sort of man you’d see in a commercial for axes or something like that. Or maybe truck commercials. Yeah, he’d be changing a tire without his shirt on, sweat rolling down his perfectly sculpted pecs…

Ahem. I can’t imagine what kind of secret he’d have that would make anyone think less of him.

The man’s a specimen. A finely-tuned specimen.

“I think I should just show you,” he says, suddenly standing up.

“Okay,” I say stupidly.

He comes around the desk, unbuckling his belt. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to see it,” he says, “but believe me, it’s there.”

I bite my lip, heart pounding. “Uh, is that necessary?” I ask him as he slips off his pants. He’s wearing black boxer briefs underneath, and I swear I can see the bulge of his cock.

“It’s an old injury,” he says, almost as if I didn’t speak. “Got surgery on it a while ago, but it never really healed right.” He sighs, both hands on his right quad. “See what I mean?”

I manage to tear my eyes away from his package long enough to notice the long surgical scar running down the length of his upper thigh. I blink, surprised at how ugly it looks. Whoever did those stitches did a freaking horrible job.

My mind suddenly snaps into place. He’s showing me an old injury, one that was fixed at some point, but clearly not fixed well. I’d guess a broken femur, maybe even shattered. I step closer to him, kneeling down to examine the scar.

“I was young and dumb once,” he says, laughing softly. “Never imagined I’d be an old man in constant pain.”

“You’re not old,” I murmur, staring at his leg. “Do you mind?” I ask as I reach for it.

“Go ahead,” he says.

I prod at the spot, touching the scarred skin. I’m in total professional mode, but there is a voice in the back of my head that’s screaming right now.

I’m kneeling in front of the most handsome man in the world, his pants down around his ankles, touching his bare thigh. His cock is seriously inches from my mouth.

I glance at it. Shit, shit, I glance away. I can’t look at his dick when I’m this close to him. Concentrate, Leah, you idiot.

I take a deep breath and pull away. “Hurt?” I ask him.

“Constantly.” He rubs it softly. “I was hoping you could help.”

“I have some ideas,” I say. “But how did you get that, if you don’t mind my asking?”

He pulls his pants up and buckles the belt. I wish he wouldn’t.

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He’ll make you feel great again. Adam Clark is the hottest President ever. He’s young, gorgeous, and incredibly talented. And I’m working directly under him. Every presentation I make, he’s giving me that look. You know the one. It screams, “I want you down on your knees, praising your country.” Since I’m a good little patriot, I’ll do whatever the President wants. I don’t care if he’s twice my age. His lips against my ear, his hands on my body. He wants me to call him Daddy. My big President Daddy. I can’t help myself. Presidents have gone down for less. But here I am, naked in the Oval Office. If the press finds out, he’ll get impeached. The country needs him, almost as much as I need him. I have to control myself around my Daddy. Or else risk losing him, and the presidency, forever. President Daddy is an ultra hot and over the top Daddy Dom romance featuring an older man and a younger woman. It has super steamy scenes and some bad language. It’s only recommended for readers 18+. If you love spanking, sexy patriots, and dirty dominant men, you'll love this book! President Daddy is a safe standalone novella with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA. Enjoy!! Note: All my books are standalones and can be read in any order!
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Maggie

He sits behind the Resolute desk like a general, hands clasped in front of him, handsome face smiling slightly.

I can feel myself tremble. I’ve never been this close to the President before, and it hits me just how handsome he is.

I mean, I knew he was hot. The media loves to go on and on about how attractive our new President is. He’s only forty-five, and he’s the first single man to win the office, although he is a widower.

People can’t help but make jokes. He’s the most eligible bachelor, way too hot to be single, all that stuff. I mean, it’s crass, but it’s totally right.

Dark hair speckled with gray and perfectly styled. Light blue eyes that look almost gray. His chin and cheeks are covered in perfect stubble. His lips are full. His jaw is square. The man looks like more a super model than the leader of the free world.

And yet here he is, smiling at me. I’m totally freaking awestruck.

I’d only ever seen him on TV. He’s hot on TV, but in person…

He’s stunning.

It’s freaking terrifying.

“Are you okay?” he asks in that freaking voice of his.

Low, rumbling, almost sultry.

I clear my throat. “Uh, yes, sir. I’m fine, sir. Just gathering myself. sir.”

He laughs softly and glances to his left. His chief of staff, Charles Gray, smiles wryly. Charles is older than the President, wrinkled but stock-straight, the perfect soldier.

“I’m not sure I got that, Charles,” the President says. “Did she call me sir?”

“I think so, sir,” he says, grinning.

I cough again as the President laughs. “Relax,” he says to me. I glance at my boss, who’s smiling tightly, but I can tell he’s about to have a freaking seizure.

“Okay, sorry, sir,” I say.

“Listen, please, call me Adam. That’ll help you relax.”

“Thank you, sir.” I cough. “I mean, Adam.”

He grins. “Go ahead. Give me the numbers.”

I take a deep breath. “Yes, sir. I mean, Adam. We’ve been poring through the data, and I think you’ll find it interesting.”

I run through the data, starting with the most recent polls. I work for the President’s personal polling staff, and I’ve been charged with running surveys for him. I’m supposed to find out what the American people think about every topic imaginable, from birth control to fixing roads.

Which is easier said than done, of course. America is freaking huge and freaking diverse, but it’s my job to try and distill it all into something easily digestible.

President Clark runs under one simple idea: he’s going to do what people want him to do.

He’s not beholden to special interests. He’s independently wealthy and isn’t interested in getting richer, so he’s going to do whatever he can to help average people, not big corporations or other rich people. He wants to bring American manufacturing back, help raise up the middle class, get people out of poverty.

That’s all nice and pretty and whatever. But he can only do any of that if he actually knows how people want him to do it.

As I get halfway through my numbers, he sighs and glances at Charles. He raises a hand, interrupting me. “Maggie, right?” he asks.

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Listen, can we have the room?” He looks around at the man standing in the corner, at the Secret Service agents, and at Charles and Roger.

I hesitate, start moving, but he calls my name. “Not you,” he says as the room clears. “You stay.”

My heart beats faster. President Clark gets up from behind the desk and comes around toward me.

“Okay, sir,” I say.

He winces. “Please, call me Adam. Especially now that we’re alone. I hate that “sir” stuff, it’s so… clumsy.”

“I know what you mean,” I say.

“Do you?” He arches an eyebrow and grins.

“I hate calling people ‘sir.’ Always feels so awkward.”

“Right? It’s an antiquated thing. Nobody does it anymore.” He walks over to the couches and gestures at the one across from him. “Take a seat, Maggie.”

I sit down across from him. He sighs as he gets comfortable.

I fidget nervously as he watches me. I’m afraid I just screwed this up badly, and he’s about to fire me. Frankly, I’m freaking terrified.

I’ve never done this before. I’m twenty-two, the youngest person on the polling staff, and I barely feel like I belong.

“Do you know how important you are?” he asks me finally.

I blink. “Uh, no,” I admit. “I’m just a pollster.”

He laughs. “But an important one. I used to read your blog.”

That surprises the hell out of me. “Are you serious?”

“Sure. I loved Accidentally Serious. Some of the best political data journalism I’ve ever read. It almost made the numbers seems interesting.”

I shake my head, totally shocked. I used to write a popular blog about political science using strictly data-focused ideas. I looked at the facts, at the numbers and the figures, and I dissected what worked and what didn’t.

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At my job, there are three unbreakable rules: 1. No sex. 2. Clothes must stay on at all times. 3. Absolutely no sex. But as soon as I meet him, it’s like none of the rules apply… I’m an emotional companion for older men. I know what you’re thinking. That’s not a euphemism for “prostitute.” We talk, we laugh, we flirt. We spend time together. But I don’t have sex with my clients. Actually, I’ve never had sex at all. But when I meet Brady Price, it’s like the rules don’t matter anymore. We break the second rule almost right away, and the other two… His hands aren’t supposed to be all over my body. I should be angry, I should push him away… but I feel a thrill I’ve never, ever let myself feel before. Some rules are meant to be broken, but not mine. I have these rules to keep me safe, to keep me protected. I can’t afford a mistake, especially not with a man like him. Brady is everything I’m supposed to hate. Rude, brash, confident, and gorgeous, he’s the sort of man I run from. But he’s making an offer I can’t ignore. It could change my life completely. All I have to do is let him be my Daddy. One week, and then I’m free. By the end of this, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk away. My Favorite Daddy is an ultra hot and over the top Daddy romance featuring an older man and a younger woman. It has super steamy scenes and some bad language. It’s only recommended for readers 18+. If you love spanking, dirty dominant men, and a Daddy that has to take care of his girl, you'll love this book! My Favorite Daddy is a safe standalone novella with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA. Enjoy!! Note: All my books are standalones and can be read in any order.
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Aria

I step down onto my front stoop, look both ways down the street, and let out a breath.

I can feel a weight slowly start to drain from me. It’s stress, all that pent-up stress from the session I just had. My client, a man named Louis, left my work apartment about a half hour ago, and I’m only just letting myself step outside.

Finally, I can let go of all that freaking stress. I know I shouldn’t complain, but sometimes it’s hard. Half of my job is to listen, to absorb as much of my client’s stress as possible, and to help him feel better.

I’m happy to do it. Frankly, I love my job. I’m part therapist, part friend, part companion, and part hooker… without the sex. I know I’m improving the lives of my clients, even if my job is a little bit… unconventional.

I sigh and take a step forward. I hate that I have to wait so long to leave, but it’s for my own protection. I keep my professional life and my work life strictly separate, and I don’t want to risk a client following me home. So, I wait until I’m sure they’re gone before leaving.

Maybe it’s a little paranoid, but whatever. I’ve heard horror stories.

I start down the sidewalk. The further I get from my work apartment, the lighter I feel. All of Louis’s stress slowly dissipates from me in waves, and it’s a lot of stress. The poor man has a lot of issues, and I help him as much as I can, but I’ve been thinking more and more about recommending real therapy for him.

Doesn’t matter right now, though. Right now, it’s time to switch back to reality.

As I head down the sidewalk, my phone rings. It’s my work number, the special cell with a number very few people have. I look at the screen and frown at the private number. It’s probably spam, but it might be a client. I hate picking up when I don’t know who’s on the other end, but that’s part of the job. Uncertainty is always there.

“Hello?” I say, raising the phone to my ear.

The man’s voice is deep and rich. He sounds confident and younger than I’m used to. Most of my clients are in their sixties or older, men that are past the prime of their life and crave young, female companionship, but don’t need sex.

I don’t provide them with any physical release. Sometimes I’ll do massage, and sometimes we’ll cuddle, but it never, ever goes further. I make sure that’s clear up front before getting involved with someone new.

I’m an emotional companion. People probably think I’m a prostitute, but really, I’m more like a paid girlfriend. I listen to their problems, talk to them, make them laugh, go on dates with them. I make them feel wanted and needed and important.

I don’t fuck them. They have wives and girlfriends for that.

What I provide is more subtle… more difficult. I give them validation. I make them feel heard, important, loved. Sex is easy and cheap. What I do takes serious patience and understanding.

At least that’s what I tell myself. Who knows how hard it really is. I mean, maybe anyone could dive in and be a decent companion, I don’t know.

“Am I speaking with Aria?”

I bite my lip. “That’s me,” I say. “Who am I speaking with?”

I’m tempted to hang up the phone. I rarely deal with people I don’t know. My clients are entirely by invite only. I’ll only take a new client if he’s vetted and recommended by a current, trusted client.

And I never get a call that I’m not expecting.

“My name is Brady Price,” he says. “And I’m very interested in meeting with you.”

I stop walking and look at the traffic passing in the street. I don’t know the name and I don’t recall any of my clients mentioning a new recommendation. I have no clue who this man is or how he got my number, and frankly, I’m a little annoyed.

“No, thank you,” I say. “I don’t know who gave you this number, but forget you have it. Goodbye.”

“Wait,” he says quickly. “Michael Leach is my friend. He said you were looking for new clients.”

I narrow my eyes and cross one arm over my chest. I know Michael. I’ve been seeing him on and off for a couple of years now. He’s been a good, loyal client of mine, although he’s never recommended someone new before.

“Michael gave you my number,” I repeat.

“Yes,” Brady says.

“He’s supposed to tell me about you before you call me out of the blue,” I say.

“I didn’t know that,” he answers. “I assumed he was following the rules.”

“What can I do for you, Mr. Price?”

“I’d like to meet you,” he says. “Maybe we could get coffee today? Say, at La Colombe in a few hours?”

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Daddy’s going to open you like a good book. I can’t stop staring at my new professor. Gorgeous and brilliant, I can't pay attention in class. I'm too busy picturing him bending me over his desk. Jason Turner is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. When he wants me to join his group of special students, I can’t turn him down. And when he wants me naked in his office, I do exactly what he says. He’s serious in the classroom. But in the bedroom, he drives me absolutely wild. We can’t have this relationship. It’s threatening his career. But I can’t keep my hands off my Professor Daddy. And he’s not about to let me go. Professor Daddy is an ultra hot and over the top Daddy Dom romance featuring an older man and a younger woman. It has super steamy scenes and some bad language. It’s only recommended for readers 18+. If you love spanking, controlling teachers, bad students getting punished, and dirty dominant men, you'll love this book! Professor Daddy is a safe standalone novella with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA. Enjoy!! Note: All my books are standalones and can be read in any order!
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Clara

The room is practically buzzing with excitement.

“Did you read his white paper on quantum mechanics?”

“I hear he sleeps with, like, twins, and stuff.”

“Dude, he doesn’t need twins. He has triplets.”

“And those electric cars? Like, he invented them?”

“Just the battery, dude.”

“I’d give my left nut to be him for, like, a day.”

“I’d give a blowjob to a porcupine.”

“I’d give a rimjob to a pig.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Whatever, dude. He’s amazing.”

Clara smiles to herself. The two douchey guys can’t stop gushing over their new professor, the famous tech billionaire, Jason Turner.

Every guy in this room wants to be him. He founded a mobile processing company before mobile was a thing and grew that company into a behemoth. He made so much money, he’s always on lists of the richest men in the world.

And now he’s teaching here, at a small college outside of Philadelphia called Monray.

We’re known for two things: having the best football team in the third division, and two bars across the street from each other that have the same exact name.

Basically, we’re just a tiny private college with not all that much going on. We’re in a suburb that’s too far from the city to make hanging out in Philly even possible, but not far enough away that people don’t try anyway.

I bite my lip and for the millionth time I wonder what Jason Turner is doing teaching at Monray. He could easily go to work at any big college in the freaking country. I mean, they’d line up to let him teach a computer science class like he is here.

But I guess it doesn’t matter why. All that matters is that I got into his class, which was a miracle in itself, since it filled up like two minutes after registration started.

I shift in my seat, glancing at the two guys again. One is heavyset with baggy sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt. His black laptop is on his little desk and he has Reddit open in a browser. Next to him, his bro-friend is skinny and is wearing a t-shirt and shorts, despite the chilly early spring weather.

“Seriously, though, the guy is brilliant.”

“I know, man. I feel lucky just to be in here.”

I can’t help but grin to myself. I agree that Jason Turner is absolutely brilliant. There’s no denying it. I read that white paper and I’ve followed his career.

But not for the reason these guys have. I don’t care that he’s rich and famous and a notorious playboy.

He’s the hottest freaking man I’ve ever seen in my life.

That’s why I’m here. I mean, I’m also here because I want to learn from him, and the guy definitely has something to teach. But I’m not excited to see him because he’s rich and famous.

I’m excited because I want to know if he’s as attractive in real life as he is on TV.

The room is buzzing for five minutes past start time. Jason’s running late, and I can tell everyone’s starting to wonder if he’ll actually show. I mean, nobody really expects this freaking billionaire to show up at our tiny college to teach a class on virtual reality.

But he proves us all wrong. A couple minutes later, he strolls into the room like it’s no big deal, and the whole place suddenly goes quiet.

He looks out at the room. There are maybe thirty or forty students packed into a small little lecture hall-style room. He frowns a little bit, runs a hand through his hair.

And I almost pass out.

He’s just as attractive as I thought he would be. Actually, he’s even hotter.

Rugged, square jaw, bright blue eyes, thick brown hair with slight gray highlights, almost like the gray was put in there professionally. He looks more like a model than a tech nerd.

He makes all the guys in this room look like little children.

“Sorry I’m late,” he barks, opening up his briefcase. He pulls out a stack of paper and holds it up. “We’re taking a test today.”

The room shifts. I look around again. I’m the only girl in the room, I realize after a second, but it’s not surprising. I think there are maybe two other female computer science majors in the whole college, so I’m used to being the only one in a class, but still. I figured the other two would’ve shown up for this.

Guess not. Maybe I’m the only one with a huge crush on this much older man.

Age is just a number though, right? I mean, I’m twenty-one, and he’s forty. He’s not even twice my age. That makes it fine, right?

Doesn’t matter. Not like it’s a real thing. I mean, it’s just a stupid crush. I can fantasize all I want.

“Take one, pass it on,” he grunts as he hands the stack to the person on the far right of the front row. The papers start moving through the crowd.

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My father’s best friend is about to take my virginity. And he wants me to call him Daddy... Whe my dad passes away, his best friend from highschool offers me a job. I’ve known Julian my whole life, and I’ve heard all the rumors. He’s unreasonably gorgeous, a total player, and only cares about himself. My father jokingly called him the biggest a--hole he ever met. I think my dad was right. Julian is a bastard, the worst boss I’ve ever had. He’s demanding, exacting, controlling, and way too intense. Until one night, everything changes. We get way too close. It’s a total mistake. But I can’t help myself when he corners me in his office and shows me exactly what he wants from me. He’s dominant, savage, uncontrollable, and I love it. Now I’m calling him Daddy and I’m finally ready to lose my virginity. He says I need a new man in my life. I can’t stop picturing his strong hands on my hips, his lips against my neck, his body pressing me down against his desk and… Oh, god. I know this is wrong. I’ve known him since I was a little girl. But I’m all grown up now and I’m ready for a new Daddy. My First Daddy is an ultra hot and over the top Daddy romance featuring an older man and a younger woman. It has super steamy scenes and some bad language. It’s only recommended for readers 18+. If you love spanking, dirty dominant men, and a Daddy that has to take care of his girl, you'll love this book! My First Daddy is a safe standalone novella with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA. Enjoy!! Note: All my books are standalones and can be read in any order.
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Avery

Living alone in the city can be a drag sometimes.

I pour myself a second glass of wine and stretch out on the couch. I watch the Bachelor jump a fence like an angry crybaby after getting dumped for, what, the fiftieth time this season? I’m almost starting to feel bad for him, to be totally honest. The guy is just getting crapped on all over.

I can relate to that, actually. I haven’t really been living my best life these last few months. Really, this whole year has been a total drag, ever since graduating from Penn State and coming back to Philadelphia.

My dad died two weeks after I got my degree. We knew it was coming for a long time, but that didn’t make it any easier. There’s always hope, lingering in the back of your mind, even when the days get really dark and nothing seems good, there’s still a drop of it, just waiting to fuck shit up.

That hope wrecked me. Fuck that hope. It destroyed me, blindsided me, even when it was so obvious that my dad wasn’t going to pull through this time.

So I came back to the city where I was born. I planned on moving somewhere else, maybe out to California, maybe to New York. I want to teach literature in a high school somewhere, but that’s taken a back seat ever since my whole life fell apart.

I had to come home to help my mom take care of everything. She’s so lost without my dad and it’s pretty hard to see. I was living with her for a while but got my own place a few weeks back to try and kickstart my own life. Plus, she basically forced me out.

So here I am, still grieving, still totally lost, alone in a city I never planned on returning to. I guess it’s not so bad. I have some money saved up, plus some money my dad left me, although I feel gross touching a penny of that. Still, I have no job, no prospects, and it feels like I’m not going to find anything anytime soon.

That’s why I’m on my second glass of wine and rolling my eyes at The Bachelor. I guess you can’t really blame me, right?

“Moron,” I grumble to myself. I unlock my phone and scroll through Twitter, reading some of the reactions. For a second, I feel a tiny bit less alone.

And then it starts to ring in my hand.

I stare at the number. I don’t recognize it, but it’s kind of late for a telemarketer. I sigh and decide to answer, just because I’m bored enough.

“Hello?”

A man clears his throat. “Hello, Avery?”

I hesitate. His voice is deep and smooth, like he belongs on the radio. “Yes, this is her. Who’s this?”

“Hi, Avery. You probably don’t remember me. My name is Julian White.”

I furrow my brow. The name does sound a little familiar. I remember someone talking about a Julian, a friend from high school…

Oh my god. My dad’s friend Julian.

I used to call him Uncle Julian. Well, I was really young back then. I haven’t seen Julian in a really long time, and I can barely remember him. My dad always had nice things to say, even after they lost touch and grew apart. I think I vaguely remember my dad mentioning that Julian works in publishing somehow.

“I think I remember,” I say.

He sounds pleased. “I haven’t seen you since you were… oh, god, ten, maybe?”

“Probably,” I say. “I called you Uncle Julian back then.”

He laughs a little. “Yeah, that was your dad’s idea. He thought it might make me want to have kids of my own.”

“Did it work?”

“Not at all.”

I find myself smiling a little bit, despite this conversation. I’ve had this conversation before, old friends of dad’s calling me up to tell me how sorry they are, to talk about my father, to tell me stories about him. I hate this conversation, but I know I have to have it.

“Well, how are you?” I ask him.

“I’m doing good. Look, Avery, I’m sorry about your dad. He was… he was my best friend, back then. I miss him like crazy.”

“Me too,” I say, surprised at the lump in my throat. Even a year later, even after everything, I still get upset. I can still cry about it.

“Really, I just wanted to call and see how you were doing.”

“I’m doing fine,” I say. “You know. Back in the city, keeping an eye on my mom.”

“Yeah? I spoke to her yesterday. She sounded good.”

“I think she’s doing okay. She’s handling everything the best she can, anyway. They were married for twenty-five years.”

“That long, huh?” he asks softly. “I guess they were really young.”

“Did you know my mom well?”

“Sure. We all went to the same high school. We ran in different circles, though.”

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Katie

“Okay, so I know it looks bad, but everyone gets locks of hair in the mail, right?”

Norah crosses her arms and glares at me. “That’s not funny.”

I force a smile and throw up my hands. “I mean, it seems pretty normal to me.”

“Stop. Come on, Katie.”

“I’m a celebrity. I mean, my whole freaking life is public. I’ve been getting stuff like this forever, and now it’s suddenly a big deal?”

Norah sighs and sits down in the chair across from me, perched at the very end like she’s about to get up and run away at any second.

“Listen, I know this sucks. It really, really sucks. But some creep sent you photographs of the inside of your house along with locks of hair that looks insanely like your own. Aren’t you at least a little scared?”

I shrug again and smile at her, but inside, I’m freaking screaming.

Okay, I know, I’m a pop singer. I live my life in the public eye and I basically don’t get any privacy at all. In exchange, I get fame and money and all that crap.

But the idea of someone breaking into my house and cutting hair from my freaking head makes me want to vomit everywhere.

I can’t admit that to Norah, though. If I do, she’s just going to make my life even harder than it already is. Whatever tiny little bit of freedom I might have right now is going to get flushed down the toilet. She’ll stifle it with annoyingly silent armed guards lurking around every corner, enhanced security protocols, all that absurd crap. I’ve avoided it so far by being obnoxiously against it, but I can feel the tides turning.

“I’m not worried,” I force myself to say.

“Well, I am.” She crosses her arms. “Besides, the blogs caught wind of the story and it’s all over the internet now. So we’re doing something about it.”

I can’t help but laugh a little bit. Of course she’s more worried about my image than my safety. I mean, I agree with her, but still.

She stands up suddenly, like a spooked bird. “I know it’s messed up,” she admits. “But you know the reality we live in.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Trade your soul for an ounce of fame.”

She glares at me, but doesn’t argue.

“Look,” I say, “I just want to have some privacy, okay? Even if it’s in my own house.”

“That privacy is gone. Somebody broke in here, remember?”

I roll my eyes. “Come on. You really believe that? I mean, the inside of my house isn’t exactly a secret, there are photos all over the place. And I’m not missing any hair.” That I’ve noticed at least.

“One crew,” she says. “They’ll be invisible, but they’ll keep you safe.”

“Absolutely not. That’s just too many guys.”

She arches an eyebrow. “Okay then. One bodyguard.”

I wince and realize I walked right into that trap. “No, Norah.”

“One guard isn’t going to intrude too much. He’ll stay out of sight and mind, but he’ll keep you safe. Or would you rather some crazy fan came in here and killed you?”

I sigh. I know I’m not going to win this argument. If I keep going, somehow she’ll get me to agree to let an entire SEAL team sleep in my living room, you know, for my safety.

“Fine,” I snap at her. “Okay? Are you happy?”

“Pleased as punch.” Her face is completely flat. “Would you like to meet your new bodyguard?”

I glare at her. “Are you kidding me? You brought someone already?”

She turns away. “Graham?” she calls out. “Come on in here, please.”

I stand up, anger flaring through me. I get talking me into this, but already bringing him here is just out of bounds. I know this is a shitty situation, and we need to look like we’re taking it seriously, at least for the blogs, but fucking hell. She isn’t giving me any freedom of choice at all. It’s like she knows what I’ll do before I do it.

I’m about to cut into her when a man steps into the room. Every angry word, every rude gesture, it all suddenly falls from my mind when I get a look at my new bodyguard.

He looks like an action movie star. I don’t know how else to describe him. Muscular, with a close-trimmed beard and tattoos all over his body. He’s older than me, maybe in his late thirties or early forties, and his eyes are steel blue. His body is muscular, ripped really, and he stares back at me with a flat look, like nothing surprises or intimidates him.

I expected… well, I don’t know what I expected. Maybe some young jock guy, or some muscle-head moron with a too-square jaw. This guy though, he’s drop-dead gorgeous.

“Katie, this is Graham,” Norah says. “He’s a former marine and a competent bodyguard.”

“Charmed,” he grunts at me, and I swear there’s a little smile on his lips.

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Paging Dr. Daddy. It’s time for my physical… Healing hands. Bad attitude. Aiden Hill is the best doctor in the region. But he’s a complete, total a-hole. I don’t care how gorgeous he is, he can’t talk to me that way. He has the bedside manner of a cocky frat boy. Except he’s saving my grandmother’s life. And his full body exams send shivers down my spine. Now I’m sneaking off to an empty room with my grandmother’s doctor… And he wants me to call him Daddy. If we get caught, he could lose his license. And my grandmother could suffer without him. But I can’t help letting him play doctor on me whenever he wants. I’m not sick, but I still want a check up. Dr. Daddy is going to take good care of me. Doctor Daddy is an ultra hot Daddy Dom romance featuring an older man and a younger woman. It has super steamy scenes and some bad language, plus lots of fun banter. It’s only recommended for readers 18+. If you like spanking, dirty talk, silly puns, and dominant men, something tells me you're going to love this book! Doctor Daddy is a safe standalone novella with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA. Enjoy!! Note: All my books are standalones and can be read in any order!
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Ruby

I take one last quick look back at my grandmother lying in her hospital bed, give her a quick smile, and hurry from her room.

I’m late for work. I knew stopping in to visit her early in the morning was a bad idea, but I also knew nobody else would. My mom, her middle child, died ten years ago in a car accident. Her oldest son lives out in California, and her youngest son never bothers to come around.

As far as I know, I’m her only family in the area. I feel a little responsible for her, especially these last few years as her health has slowly declined.

My mind’s full of worry as I rush into a stairwell and start down. I keep my eyes on the steps, not paying attention to where I’m going, too preoccupied with my worries to notice anything going on around me.

That’s when I run into him.

I come around a corner, moving way too fast, and smash right into a big, broad chest. I stumble back and trip over the stair, turning my ankle in the process.

“Oh, shit,” I gasp, stumbling down onto my butt. “Ow, oh, shit.”

“Oh, damn it,” the guy grunts. “You need to be more careful.”

I glare up at him, ready to tell the guy to fuck off. I’m not in the mood to take shit from someone right now, even if he is totally right.

But instead, my words die in my throat. Staring down at me is the handsomest doctor I’ve ever seen in my life.

He’s older, hair starting to gray slightly, but still thick and full on top. His eyes are piercingly blue, and there’s a well-groomed and trimmed beard on his handsome, square jaw.

His body is muscular and the way his shirt fits against him only accentuates his build. The lab coat, clipboard, and stethoscope all tell me exactly what this guy is.

He’s freaking Doctor Sexy.

“Uh, I’m sorry,” I manage to say after staring at him for an awkward amount of time.

He sighs. “Are you all right?”

“I think so.”

He reaches out and helps me up. His grip is firm but his hands are rough, like he’s used to touching things.

I get to my feet but as soon as I put weight on my ankle, I wince in pain.

He frowns at me. “That hurts?” he asks.

I nod. “It’s nothing. Just twisted.”

“Come on. We’d better look at it.”

I’m trying to object, but he’s already tugging me in through the door onto the second floor. His hand is firm on my arm, supporting my weight as he half drags, half leads me down the hall.

“Really, this isn’t necessary,” I say finally, finding my voice. “I’m totally fine.”

He grunts in response. Finally, he finds an empty room, throws the door open, and steers me inside.

“Sit,” he says.

I frown at the bed. “I don’t think so. I really need to go, I’m late for work.”

He glares at me. “Sit.”

I hesitate. Dr. Sexy’s eyes stare into mine and I feel a chill run down my spine.

“Your bedside manner sucks,” I say as I climb up onto the bed.

“I know.” He kneels down in front of me and gingerly slides my shoe off. I wince a little as his fingers probe my ankle. “How bad?” he asks.

“I don’t know. Four, maybe.”

He nods and stands. “Get undressed.”

I blink, surprised. I watch him for a second, heart hammering. “Uh, undress?”

“Take off your clothes,” he says, as if his phrasing is the issue.

I don’t know what he’s getting at. I mean, clearly he wants me to get naked, and I’m really tempted. Calling him Dr. Sexy is probably an understatement. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life, and I think I’d be willing to undress for him anytime, anywhere.

But I really am late for work, and this guy’s a total stranger.

“I need to X-ray your ankle,” he says finally, realizing that I’m not moving.

Understanding floods me, understanding and a little disappointment.

“Right, of course. Okay. But seriously, I have to get to work.”

He grunts again. “We’ll skip the line. Just strip.” He walks over to a little cabinet and pulls out a hospital gown, tossing it over to me. “Put this on. I’ll be back in a minute.” He leaves the room without another word, shutting the door behind him.

I get up and hobble over to the curtain, pulling it around the bed before taking off my clothes. Dr. Sexy may be gorgeous, but he’s definitely an asshole.

As I pull on the gown, I wonder how the hell I ended up like this. I mean, I know I was barreling down those stairs way too fast and not paying any attention at all, but I don’t know how I let this doctor pull me into this room. And now he’s getting me naked, or at least mostly naked. I leave my underwear on as I close and tie the gown shut.

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Yes Daddy is an ultra hot Daddy Dom romance featuring an older man and a younger woman. It has super steamy scenes and some bad language. It’s only recommended for readers 18+. If you like spanking, dirty talk, and dominant men, something tells me you're going to love this book! My new boss is a total control freak. If I want to survive, I have to learn one thing… I better call him Daddy. Mason Ward always gets what he wants. Rich, handsome, charming. I should feel lucky to get hired as his new assistant. Except I’m the sixth girl in as many months… That’s just the first red flag. He loves to tease me, torture me. He laughs as he pushes all my buttons. He orders me to get down on my knees... Demanding, intense, a total jerk. I get why everyone quits on him. He hasn’t left his building in over five years. There’s a darkness behind his tightly controlled eyes. It’s eating him up inside, and I can feel it every time he gets too close. I should hate him. I should run away. Instead, I love obeying his every wish. Especially when his hands end up on my body… I’m going to answer every single one of his commands with two simple words: Yes Daddy. Yes Daddy is a safe standalone novella with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA. Enjoy!! Note: All my books are standalones and can be read in any order!
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Hazel

I can barely hear my footsteps on the thick plush carpet as I follow behind the austere tall man wearing a butler’s uniform.

A real freaking butler’s uniform, by the way. I’ve never actually seen someone wearing a butler’s uniform in my whole life, but there he is, walking along ahead of me like it’s totally normal.

He’s reed straight and willow thin, and when I approached him out in the lobby, his eyes were crystal blue and startling. He looked me up and down once, nodded to himself, and gestured for me to follow without a word.

I have no clue if he has a British accent or what, and I’m totally dying to find out.

I think about asking him a question, but there’s something about this hallway. Paintings hang on the walls, paintings that look vaguely familiar. It’s like they’re common prints you see online all the time, except these look real. I’m tempted to reach out and touch one.

Except I don’t want to get fired on my first day at my mysterious new job.

I answered a Craigslist ad. I don’t normally do that, but I got desperate and shot off an email. The position it was advertising for mentioned being a personal assistant with basic duties like fetching mail and coffee, that sort of thing, but it was the salary that caught my eye.

Eighty thousand a year. That’s, like, an unreal amount of money, especially for a girl that graduated with an art degree. I thought I’d be painting professionally by now, except that’s not super realistic.

Instead, I’m following some random butler into the heart of Ward Investing, some enormous investing firm that I know nothing about, to become the personal assistant to… somebody.

Nobody told me who I’ll actually be assisting, which is totally weird in retrospect.

This whole process was weird. I sent an email along with a headshot (the first indication that something was up—they asked for a freaking picture) and my resume. I heard back an hour later, and was invited for an interview. The woman that did the interview was polite but distant and I thought I bombed it until she offered me the job on the spot.

Show up here at six in the morning on Monday, she said, and the job is all yours.

Sweet, I thought at the time. Eighty thousand a year. I mean, it’s an early start, but I can handle it for that kind of money.

Little did I know at the time, but I’d never see that woman again. I don’t even remember her name.

I hurry to keep up with butler man. He’s practically jogging and I have to push myself to stay close. This hallway is lasting forever and I’m starting to think we passed through the wardrobe and are about to step out into a beautiful fantasy land full of talking trees and crap like that.

Instead, the hall ends in a pair of enormous double doors like out of a castle. The butler glances back at me and hesitates.

“Speak only if spoken to,” he warns, and I’m surprised to note that he’s not British at all.

In fact, I think he’s from Long Island, if I had to guess.

“You will be meeting Mason for the first time, but you will never address him as such. You will call him sir or Mr. Ward, do you understand?”

I blink and nod. “Yes,” I say.

“Good.” He purses his lips. “Try not to embarrass yourself.” He turns away and pushes on the door.

I only have a second to reflect on that. I mean, what an incredibly rude thing to say right before I’m supposed to meet my employer.

And to top it all off, I’m finding out that this guy shares the same name as the whole freaking company.

I did a little research, I won’t lie. I googled Ward Investing, looked at the website for two minutes, and ended up on Reddit for three hours looking at cat pictures. I meant to do a more thorough investigation, but hey, there’s a reason I have an art degree and not a business degree. Delving deep into a company’s history and financials doesn’t exactly hold my interest.

I take a deep breath and follow the rude American butler through the doors. We step into a wide, deep room with windows on either side. I glance to my left and the view startles me for a moment.

We’re at the very top of the tallest building in Philadelphia, and I can see everything all around us.

I nearly run right into the butler before coming to an abrupt halt. He’s standing there, head bowed slightly, and I tear my eyes from the windows to stare straight ahead at the most attractive man I’ve ever seen in my life.

He looks fake. At least for a second, I think he’s fake. He’s the sort of guy you see in movies, or in fashion ads or something like that. He should be shirtless and covered in water and giving a deep, dark, intense look that suggests he’s willing to dry off, but only if I’m willing to get wet instead.

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