Love, Daddy Series by Dani Wyatt

The day I met her I was trying to decide if staying alive was a viable option for me. Then, one look at the girl who is now mine to raise and those dark thoughts are vanquished. With eyes the color of sunflowers and a smile that tells me she needs me had me making a promise to myself in that instant. I will never touch her. She ’s too pure. Too young. It ’s wrong. Except, each time she calls me Daddy, my resolve weakens. I can’t help myself. I ask her for something... moreThe day I met her I was trying to decide if staying alive was a viable option for me. Then, one look at the girl who is now mine to raise and those dark thoughts are vanquished. With eyes the color of sunflowers and a smile that tells me she needs me had me making a promise to myself in that instant. I will never touch her. She ’s too pure. Too young. It ’s wrong. Except, each time she calls me Daddy, my resolve weakens. I can’t help myself. I ask her for something. Something that breaks that very promise. Kiss me goodnight. God help us both. Author’s Note: Kiss Me Goodnight is Daddy Babygirl yumminess. Cupid delivers an arrow straight to the hearts of these two in Kiss Me Goodnight. It ’s that special sort of love, the obsessed stalker kind. Have fun and be a good girl for Daddy. less

Dear Diary,If it’s just a fantasy, why does it feel so wrong? Whenever I close my eyes, I hear his voice whispering in my ear…It’s okay, no one’s going to know. You should feel good too. Here, I’ll show you how… Am I a deviant?I can’t stop wondering what it would be like to have a man think of me in that certain, special way. To treat me like his porcelain doll and then do things to me like I’m just a naughty plaything. His naughty plaything. His little girl. His everything... moreDear Diary,If it’s just a fantasy, why does it feel so wrong? Whenever I close my eyes, I hear his voice whispering in my ear…It’s okay, no one’s going to know. You should feel good too. Here, I’ll show you how… Am I a deviant?I can’t stop wondering what it would be like to have a man think of me in that certain, special way. To treat me like his porcelain doll and then do things to me like I’m just a naughty plaything. His naughty plaything. His little girl. His everything.I want to look up to him. I want to count on him. To feel his presence even when he’s not with me. To know, beyond anything, he is the one that believes in me. The one that wants what’s best for me. The one that will draw the line and not hesitate to correct me when it’s crossed.I want to feel the sting of his hand while he puts me over his knee. Telling me it’s going to hurt him more than it hurts me but it’s what’s I need.I’m a grown woman for Christ’s sake. Wait, is twenty considered grown? IDK, but, deep inside, there’s still a little girl. I could never tell anyone the things I think about. It’s embarrassing.I’m supposed to go to some fancy uptown bar after work tomorrow where the drinks cost more than I spend for groceries in a week. But, maybe that’s where I’ll see him from across the room and he’ll see me. And we’ll just know.Anyway, it’s just a fantasy, right? And fantasies are better left as fantasies. At least that’s what everyone says.Okay, I need to go to bed. Maybe he’ll sneak in my room tonight, slip under the covers with me, tell me I’m such a good girl and he’s going to show me just how good. At least in my dreams that is…Good night Diary. Keep my secrets for me while I sleep.xoxoChastity AUTHOR’S NOTE: Take one wicked rich alpha-a-hole, one whip-smart intern trying to survive a cut-throat summer at one of the biggest advertising and marketing firms in Manhattan, mix in two secret fantasies and SHAZAAAAAM. This older hero and his one-and-only find out maybe two wrongs do make a right. There are some missteps, a bit of danger, frilly panties, a butt plug and one very grouchy Macaw, but never fear, there’s no cheating, it’s full-on insta-love and a happily ever after guaranteed. less

All my thoughts about dying alone evaporate on the summer breeze as I watch the honey-haired beauty spin and twirl. I see her dusty bare feet as she dances for the crowd. Her blouse is cut too low, her haunting eyes hypnotizing all that watch and my thoughts turn primal, possessive…obsessed.A wisp of a girl named Kezia is about to deconstruct my well-ordered life... moreAll my thoughts about dying alone evaporate on the summer breeze as I watch the honey-haired beauty spin and twirl. I see her dusty bare feet as she dances for the crowd. Her blouse is cut too low, her haunting eyes hypnotizing all that watch and my thoughts turn primal, possessive…obsessed.A wisp of a girl named Kezia is about to deconstruct my well-ordered life. She has the spirit of a fairy, but the bonds of an indentured servant, and no matter what it takes, I will free her and make her mine.Because she’s awakened something inside me that will not be denied.My sweet sprite, don’t worry, I’m here to take you home…Author’s Note: Take one warm summer day at the local medieval fair, a few lifted wallets and a sheriff sent to investigate. This alpha hero’s big, hard, steel gun is loaded and ready to deliver. Always safe, no cheating, with happy endings all around. No one is related, they’re all consenting adults, but that doesn’t tame the heat level of this story, so grab your turkey leg and take a bite, I promise you’ll leave satisfied. less