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My daddy taught me better. I should've known not to drink too much tequila… And sext all three of his hot-as-sin best friends. But Alto, the very bossy VP, makes my heart race faster than his bike. And Colt is a walking, talking wet dream. One look from his smoldering green eyes sets my panties on fire. Then there's Bane… He won't open up about his past, but I just want to suck the scars off his lips. Waking up sandwiched between the three of them is a fantasy come true. But all hell will break loose once Daddy finds out his angel is getting passed around by his biker buddies…

Wherever I am, I'm the biggest guy in the room. People don't just gawk when they see me. They keep their distance, which is fine by me. Why do you think I bought a fixer-upper in the country? I don't mind the manual labor, just like I don't mind the solitude. I've got my own business and projects, and no room for anything—or anyone—else. That is, until an angel shows up on my doorstep, clutching a month-old advert touting a room for rent in my house.

A sugar-daddy website doesn't seem a sound basis for an A1 life plan, but I'm a small-town girl with big dreams, and there's this one advert, this one crazy advert I can't stop thinking about.... Two hot guys seeking their Little Miss Right. Someone who can entertain them, amuse them, fit in with their corporate schedule. And sex. They want sex. Lots of sex. Bonus, right? One major dose of epic win.

At six foot nine, Ryker definitely fits the title of “Big Daddy”. He is a construction worker by day and has a secret, dangerous hobby at night. He’s ripped to hell and is as tough as nails; most people take one look at him and know to steer clear, but Ryker also has a softer side. All it takes to bring Big Daddy to his knees is a beautiful femboy with an attitude.

My boyfriend’s been trying to kill me for weeks. Well, I guess he's my boyfriend. I mean, we've never officially been introduced, but he's always standing in the shadows, watching me. That has to be a good sign, right? The first time I saw him, he was hunched down in my bushes, aiming a rifle at my heart, and he's turned up with a new weapon every night since. As fun as our silly little game of Murder Daddy may be, I’m getting tired of having to steal my stalker-slash-boyfriend’s affection by disarming him and using his weapons against him.

Some guys take the easy way out. Not me. I work hard and I work out even harder. My sister would like to see me settled down with a family, but running a successful gym while building a fitness empire takes time, sweat, and discipline—three things I can't afford to spare even for a chance at happy ever after. Then the new yoga instructor struts into my gym looking like the ultimate cheat day.

Vincenzo (Vinny) - I always get what I want. I’ve run the streets all my life, starting with nickel and dime operations before working my way up to leading the most successful crime syndicate (it sounds classier than "mob") in the city. I’m in charge. I make the rules, and I never ask permission. I’m used to dealing with bastards as greedy and impatient as I am, so I’m thrown for a loop when a pure, kind-hearted, beautiful young man comes to me for help; he’s acquired many debts and is in need of a loan.

Sex has never been my main priority. Not what people expect to hear from someone who’s been head camera man for the single best studio in the kind of industry I work in. I thought I’d seen it all working for the Ballsy Boys, but helping to build the Kinky Boys from the ground up seems like it’s going to be an eye opening experience. A man has never turned my head before, so why can’t I stop checking out Daddy? Sex might not be the height of excitement for me, but watching subs kneel for their Daddies certainly has me wondering....

Forgive me, Daddy, for I want to sin… I have depraved thoughts about their father. I've done dirty things with his stepson. I loved him watching me with his other son. I need them all at once. Forgive me, Father, for I long to sin. Not only with them, but their Daddy, too. Getting snowed in...

My life is a mess. I've become the loser my father expected me to be, and now I'm stuck on his ranch. The only good thing in this scenario is the foreman, Blake. I never thought a hot, older man like him would notice me, yet he sees the hidden part of me that longs for someone to care. I wasn't sure I wanted a Daddy, but I love the way Blake takes care of me, challenges me, pushes me to be my best self. I want to make him proud. I want to keep him, even though we seem to belong in different worlds.

When stern, handsome army medic Doniphan Williams asks her out, it isn't long before 23-year-old waitress River Reynolds blushingly admits her need for a firm-handed daddy. But daddies expect to be obeyed, and when River doesn't keep in touch as instructed while Doniphan is away on a mission, she quickly ends up over his knee for a sound spanking on her bare bottom.

Seth was a good Christian son raised in a very conservative church. He learned early on that the world is evil and filled with sinners - but the most horrible thing you can be is gay. When his shame is discovered, he’s shipped off to a special camp that fixes deviants like him. Years have passed since then, yet he still runs from himself every day.

I never claimed to be a saint. But it wasn't until I found myself in cuffs that I learned the damage I was capable of. The only sunshine on those gray prison days came in the form of letters from a hopeful teenager with a quick wit. But the letters weren't addressed to me. They were meant for my bastard cellmate, who'd sooner toss them on the floor with the rest of his trash. So, I picked them up, read them, and wrote back, signing each letter, Love, Dad.

Denver is used to being tough and taking charge. As a police officer, it's necessary for survival. But he has a deep desire for someone to take care of him - to allow him to relax and embrace his little side. It's a desire he's never expressed or experienced, and at 53, Denver's afraid that he's missed his chance. He worries that no one would want a six-foot-two, burly, gray-haired boy. But fate has a surprise in store.

Daddy’s Little Girl Series is about small-town Daddies finding their Forever Littles. Whether they are a professor, a soldier, a sheriff, or a bodyguard, they will find the perfect Little to spoil and take care of. Listen along as they find Littles perfect for them.

As a police officer, Amir has found his purpose in helping others and making a difference. But he longs to find that purpose on a personal level with a special boy of his own. Caretaking is ingrained in him, and he knows he could be a great Daddy. But after long years of lonely waiting, he wonders if he’ll ever get the chance.

Though Kate is used to being taken over her firm-handed husband's knee with her panties down for a sound spanking whenever she has been naughty, she cannot help wondering nervously how he will react when she calls him daddy for the very first time in the midst of a quivering climax. Michael has never hesitated to give Kate what she needs, whether that is a stern correction with a hairbrush applied to her bare bottom or the hard lovemaking that often follows.

Healing takes time. Whether it's a broken bone or a laceration, patience is potent medicine. The same goes for relationships. I moved back to town hoping to patch things up with my son. Imagine my surprise when I meet his gorgeous best friend on the exam table at my OB/GYN office, hell-bent on ditching her V-card as quickly as possible. That's not going to happen.

Running from his deeply conservative, religious parents, Noah Butler boards a bus to cross the country, praying the birth mother who abandoned him will open her arms in welcome. Once he steps off the bus near midnight, an aggressive stranger has him running for his life. Noah finds safety at the Village, a gay nightclub - the only place nearby open at that hour.

Self-obsessed. Arrogant. Jerk. I mean...what sensible man would have nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist in his own office? And what sensible girl can avoid all those naughty thoughts then? He's in his 40s - old enough to be my father. OMG...those green eyes that I want to drown myself into, that smooth voice when he orders me around, and don't even get me started on the muscles...and those hard abs I saw that day in his office...oooh lord! Have mercy! Because I am compelled to...call him daddy! He says, "Age brings in experience," and I am so ready to surrender my V-card.