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His good boy. Her naughty girl. Their happily ever after. Yes, Daddy. Two little words that can send shivers of need and fear up the spine of any girl… or boy. Because for these Daddies, love knows no limits…and love always wins.
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I'm told Nethermire House is haunted, but the truth is even stranger.
Blurb
Nethermire is home to an eccentric 80-year-old and the young man she claims is her great-nephew.
Except he's not.
He's a demon.
Brin's chaotic, bratty ways draw me to him. When he calls me Daddy, I'm a goner. I want to protect him, take care of him, and call him mine.
But when he gets summoned to hell, our happiness is shattered.
Can I recall him to my side, or will I lose him forever?
Recalling My Demon is a standalone MM paranormal romance in the Possessive Love multi-author series. It has an age-gap relationship between a bratty demon who needs someone to love him more than he realises and an ex-priest who's now a Daddy.
Excerpt
“Nurse Ian.” He raises his thick, dark brows a fraction, his eyes sparkling as he smirks. “Mo—Martha has told me all about you.” His voice is soft, light, and playful.
“You’re her grand-nephew?”
“Brin.” He flicks his gaze over me. “You are gorgeous.”
I take a half step back. “Uh—”
“I shouldn’t have said that, should I?” He runs his thumb over his bottom lip. “I’d apologise, except it’s true. Hm, you are one gorgeous man.”
So is he. I swallow, needing to maintain my composure and remain professional. “Martha is through here.” I gesture to the lounge.
“She likes that room. Have you seen the rest of the house? I could give you a tour.”
“No, I haven’t.”
Brin flounces into the house, kicks his boots off, and wanders into the lounge. I follow in his wake. He leans down to kiss his great-aunt on the forehead, grabs a cake off the plate, and sits in a chair with one leg looped over the arm. He peels the case away from the cake and takes a big bite. Crumbs drop onto his chin, so he flicks his tongue out to lick them off.
“Ian is here to do my welfare check,” Martha explains.
“I guessed.” Brin stares at me as he devours the rest of the cake.
I can’t take my eyes off him.
“Don’t let me stop you from doing your job. I love watching a man in uniform work.” He winks.
“You’ll have to forgive him. My grand-nephew is a terrible flirt,” Martha says.
I scrabble to get the blood pressure monitor out of my bag and kneel beside Martha.
“A man in uniform on his knees. Sexy.”
“Brin,” Martha says, her tone not as sharp and short as I’d expect for a true admonishment.
“What? It’s true.”
Carra's Review
Brin is absolutely a naughty one. But in his defense, he really doesn’t know any better given his situation. He’s forthright and goes for what he wants. Ian is a bit more reserved, particularly given his background, but once he finally gives himself the green light, it’s a whole other ballgame.
I did find Brin to be a perfect fit for the role of a boy given his somewhat bratty nature, plus his relatively sheltered upbringing. Ian is just the right Daddy for him though, and while some may feel like things moved quickly for them, the story actually plays out over time . The two of them make an excellent match, both in the bedroom and out.
This story is pretty lighthearted and an easy, quick read. The bit of excitement comes in the last third once Brin is pulled back to hell, and Ian has to figure out how to get him back. If you go into this without the expectation of anything deep or profound, you’ll find yourself enjoying a playful boy and a Daddy trying to keep him in line.
At just over 200 pages, I read Recalling My Demon in an afternoon and found it to be a fun story. If you’re looking for something light and love a bratty, straightforward boy then this book will fit the bill. Recommended for readers 18+ for adult language and sexual content.
About the Author
Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.
Tropes: Daddy kink, May to December, one-night-stand to lovers
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 71 300 words
It is a standalone story, but some of the characters appear in Crazy Little Thing Cold Love (Destination Daddies Season Two) and His Boy to Cherish (Naughty or Nice Season Two).
I’m a commitment-phobe. He’s a widower. Is the true gift of Christmas each other?
Blurb
All I want for Christmas is a sexy silver fox, and Cuffd Kinkmas events are the perfect places to find temporary Daddies for steamy hookups.
I don’t expect to get swept off my feet. I don’t expect to want more of Magnus.
Even though I’m freaking out, I can’t deny that he ticks all my boxes. He’s older, handsome, and firm enough to handle my brattiness. But when Christmas ends, will I run for the hills or be brave enough to stay?
A Silver Fox for Kinkmas is a May to December steamy romance with spankings, orgasm denial, a cock cage, and a talkative parrot. It’s part of the Naughty or Nice Season Three multi-author series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but there are so many Daddies and boys finding their happily ever afters, why not grab them all?
Excerpt
I turned around and almost bashed into a slim guy with strawberry blond hair and a chin cleft to die for.
“Well, hello, Santa.” He stared up at me with a bratty grin on his face. “Aren’t you sexy?”
That was a better start. I let my stare travel over him while he checked me out. He was wearing a hat and short-sleeved shirt made of green crushed velvet. The shirt had a plummeting V-shaped neckline, which drew the eye down to his waist and then a pair of green-and-red-striped shorts. They were tight. It was impossible not to notice the bulge of his cock.
“Like what you see?” he asked.
“Yes.”
His grin widened. “Do you want to dance?”
“Why not.”
“I’m not a great dancer,” he admitted.
I laughed. “Nor am I.” Not at the kind of dancing that went on in clubs anyway. I leant closer so I could whisper into his ear. “I don’t think many people here are.”
“Probably not. Club-dancing is a bit like dad-dancing at a wedding,” he decided. “A bit sad, but what does it matter if you’re having fun?”
“I like that analogy.”
“Are you here alone?”
“It is a singles night.”
He threw his head back and laughed. His laughter was like sparkling Pims on a sunny day. “I know, but you might have brought a wingman with you.”
“No. Have you?”
“No.” He rolled his eyes. “My usual wingman has got himself a permanent Daddy.” He ran a hand through his floppy hair. “I’m here to have fun.”
“And pull?” I ventured.
“Yeah, that too.” He held his hand out. “I’m Barney. It’s nice to meet you, Santa.”
I took his hand and shook it firmly.
“Nice grip.” His eyes sparkled.
“My name’s not really Santa.”
He stepped in close and put his finger over my lips. “I bet you have a sexy name, but tonight, I’m going to call you Santa.”
“Does that mean I can call you a naughty elf?”
“You can call me whatever you want.”
About the Author
Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.
Exhausted, overworked, underpaid, and for damn sure underappreciated.
Struggling to find a balance between the career I’ve always wanted and the desire to have someone to take care of me, I agree to join an exclusive event at The Garden.
A couple of hours to let go with Dean Nash, the Daddy of my dreams, then it’s back to the grind.
As head of security at The Garden, I’m content with my single life.
When my boss calls in a favor, I reluctantly agree, knowing a few hours of play won’t mean anything. Until I lock eyes with an exhausted boy across the room and every instinct calls me to protect the boy from falling asleep on his feet.
Tanner Morgan checks all my boxes, though I’ve sworn no one ever could.
When we’re tossed into each other’s paths weeks after our one night together…
I offer to show Tanner there can be enough space in his life for a part-time Daddy. A caregiver without expectation of a relationship, feelings, or promises he can’t keep.
Falling in love isn’t part of the agreement, no matter how perfectly we fit together.
After all these years, I am more than fine with how I choose to engage in my kink, regardless of whether or not I’m currently in the longest dry spell in the history of ever. It’s almost an irrelevant point these days.
Not that there’s a lack of boys to choose from at The Garden. Hell, I’m fairly certain the sub to Dom ratio of our members is five-to-one. It’s about quality, not quantity.
I’m too scary for the type of boys I actually want. You don’t often find sweet littles who have any interest beyond morbid curiosity or outright fear when faced with a six-foot-seven man covered in tattoos from head to toe. No matter how soft I truly am as a Dom, littles can’t ever seem to get past my physical exterior.
And the submissive boys attracted to me, yeah, not my thing. I have less than zero interest in being a brat tamer. After all these years, I know myself well enough to understand that heavy-impact play is not my thing.
There’s nothing wrong with choosing celibacy over incompatibility.
My kinks were developed at a rather young age. Back in college, my then-boyfriend Scott and I were two warm-blooded boys exploring a hearty sex drive as most young twenty-somethings do. We spent our afternoons or evenings outside of classes or parties wrapped in naked limbs, unequally proportioned amounts of lube, and a nonstop stream of porn as background noise.
Carra's Review
When I think “Daddy/boy”, the first word that comes to my mind isn’t usually “sweet”. But the way Dean is with Tanner? The word definitely applies here.
Poor Tanner has been run ragged thanks to a demanding job with a horrible boss. But what Tanner does is important, and even more consequential—it’s intensely important to him. The thing is, everyone needs time for themself; without it, we’ll eventually crash. Tanner making sure he at least tries to get that time the night he goes to The Garden was probably once of the most momentous choices of his life, because it leads Dean to him.
Dean may look the part of a rough and tough guy, but at his heart? Total softie with a protective streak a mile wide. He’s a perfect match for Tanner, who desperately needs someone to care for him. The only problem? Tanner thinks he doesn’t have time for that on the regular. Dean’s solution? To be Tanner’s part-time Daddy.
From there it’s pretty much getting Tanner into a routine, and as you might expect the more time they spend together, to more connected they become. I kept waiting for something dramatic to come up with Tanner’s boss, but that situation wound up kind of brushed to the side until the very end where it was more of an afterthought, which meant the overall story was pretty light on the angst.
Part-Time Daddy wound up being a 4-star read for me, and if the whole Daddy/boy relationship is your thing, then this one will be an obvious choice to add to your collection. This story is meant for readers 18+ for adult language and sexual content.
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B. Harmony is an MM romance author with a penchant for writing about boys who kiss boys, rock music, and headbanging. Pretty obvious with the last name Harmony, right? With survival instincts fueled by iced coffee and far too many swear words to rival any sailor, B. Harmony somehow manages to produce (mostly sweet) contemporary MM romance, with plenty of steam.
Cho “Brick” Brixton enjoys cooking, working in his yard, and binge-watching television while living as an out and proud gay man in the heart of downtown Raleigh, North Carolina. His parents had the perfect romance, having fallen in love at first sight when they met in Korea, and Brick longs to find a love like that for his own. Whipping up meals for one isn’t much fun, and the constant boredom is a drag.
Not to mention it’s miserably lonely.
All of that changes when a giant mysterious hunk named Jules Price moves in next door. Jules has arrived on business of the not-so-legal sort, namely to retrieve something that was stolen from his criminal family. When he’s not busy being a vicious gangster, Jules is set on getting close to Brick and exploring his first ever attraction to another man. Although Brick has been yearning for the excitement of meeting that special someone, he soon realizes he may have bitten off more than he can swallow.
As their romance heats up, so too does the danger, and Brick finds himself in the middle of a bloodbath in the making if Jules can’t get back what he came here for. Luckily for Brick, Jules is the kind of man who will stop at nothing to keep him safe, and he doesn’t care who gets in his way—or how high the body count gets.
CASH is part of the Ruthless Daddies multi-author collab and a complete standalone. Expect to find a criminal Daddy, a tough boy, high steam, and some dark mafia themes. Want more deliciously morally gray Daddies and boys? Grab the whole series!
Excerpt
“Never met a guy that got me hard before.” Jules glanced over Brick appraisingly. “Well, except you.”
Brick couldn’t have heard that correctly. “Excuse me?”
“I’ve met some of the most f*ckin’ fearless motherf*ckers on the planet. Nothing makes these guys flinch, not a f*ckin’ thing.” Jules paused to sip his drink, his dark eyes fixed on Brick’s. “And you…”
Brick’s face was instantly on fire from the intensity of Jules’s gaze, and he was hyperaware of how very close they were right now. He couldn’t stop glancing down at Jules’s mouth, fixated on a wet spot of liquor that he desperately wanted to taste.
“You’re just some f*ckin’ translator. You’re just a regular guy, but you didn’t hesitate a f*ckin’ second to point that gun at those assholes. I saw you fightin’ them before I got in there. You were gonna mess those f*ckers up if they hadn’t pulled on you.” Jules grinned. “It was f*ckin’ hot.”
“Yeah?” Brick leaned in, gravitating as closely as he dared to Jules. “And how many other guys have you tried to sell this sh*t to, huh? Oh, I’ve never ever been with any dudes before, but you are so way hot, please suck my d*ck.”
“Hey. I didn’t say nothin’ about suckin’ me.” Jules’s tongue flicked over his lips. “But if you wanna, I ain’t gonna stop you.”
“You sure about that?” Brick couldn’t believe this was happening now.
Flirting with Jules was somehow even more insane than having a gun pulled on him earlier tonight, especially since Jules was so eagerly flirting right back. The energy in the room was charged, hot, and Brick knew he was in deep trouble because the only thing on his mind was kissing this sexy gangster.
“Very sure.” Jules’s hand slid up Brick’s thigh to rest on his hip. “I know a pair of f*ck-me eyes when I see ’em. You wanna suck Daddy’s d*ck, huh?”
“I think you’re just really into this Daddy thing,” Brick argued, seeking out Jules’s chest and rubbing over his thick pec. “You want some sweet little thing to roll over and call you Daddy while he blows you, huh?”
“Can that sweet little thing be you? ’Cause I’m startin’ to get into it.”
“I don’t know, Daddy,” Brick teased. “I still think this isn’t the first time you’ve pulled this.”
“It is.” Jules touched Brick’s cheek. “Ain’t ever had any guy get to my d*ck like this. You’re… pretty f*ckin’ special.”
“And you’re not having any kind of weird identity crisis wanting a guy to blow you?”
“I’m very well adjusted.”
“Uh-huh.”
“It don’t matter. Like I told you before, when I want something, I go for it.” Jules’s lips hovered over Brick’s, and his breath was hot and smelled of spicy liquor as he whispered, “And right f*ckin’ now, I want you.”
Brick’s brain imploded. He could not think clearly when Jules said sh*t like that, and touching Jules’s thick muscled chest was every bit as delicious as Brick had imagined. Moving fast wasn’t new to Brick—hell, once upon a time he’d been known to have some fun in the men’s room at the club when he couldn’t wait to get home.
But this was crazy, right?
Wanting to sleep with his attractive neighbor who was a dangerous gangster, had saved Brick’s life, and also apparently just decided that he wanted to sleep with Brick despite never having been with a man before?
Definitely crazy.
Like, all the planets in the solar system had aligned in full batsh*t formation just for tonight to ensure optimal levels of crazy.
“What if I say no?” Brick challenged.
“Mmm.” Jules hummed thoughtfully. “Then I get to be real disappointed for a lil’ bit while I think up some way to change your mind.”
“You think it’s gonna be that easy?”
“Trust me. Daddy Jules is very, very convincing.”
“Right.” Brick scoffed, his pulse rising to an eardrum-shattering level. He could deny it all he wanted to, but they both already knew what was about to happen. “Sure you are.”
Jules smiled, slid his fingers into Brick’s hair, and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
About the Author
K.L. “Kat” Hiers is an embalmer, restorative artist, and queer writer. Licensed in both funeral directing and funeral service, they worked in the death industry for nearly a decade. Their first love was always telling stories, and they have been writing for over twenty years, penning their very first book at just eight years old. Publishers generally do not accept manuscripts in Hello Kitty notebooks, however, but they never gave up.
Following the success of their first novel, Cold Hard Cash, they now enjoy writing professionally, focusing on spinning tales of sultry passion, exotic worlds, and emotional journeys. They love attending horror movie conventions and indulging in cosplay of their favorite characters. They live in Zebulon, NC, with their husband and their children, some of whom have paws and a few that only pretend to because they think it’s cute.
Can two very different men turn an intense holiday romance into lasting love?
Blurb
Jude
I shoot my mouth off and hide behind my smile as I try—and fail—to fill the void inside. Nothing has felt right since I was medically discharged from the army. Can there be more to life than a dead-end job and meaningless hook-ups?
Kasper
I didn’t expect to win a Cuffd Destinations holiday, let alone meet a sexy guy who’s fun to be around. Jude doesn’t think he’s a Daddy, but I’m going to prove him wrong. Who knows what we might discover along the way?
Crazy Little Thing Cold Love is part of the Destination Daddies Season Two multi-author series. It features an emotionally scarred army veteran, a bubbly boy who sees the world in a unique way, summer snow, lots of steam, and a happy ending. Each book can be read as a standalone, but there are so many destinations and Daddies to discover, why not grab them all?
Trigger warning for mentions of PTSD, flashbacks, and nightmares.
Excerpt
I found a spare stool at the bar and ordered a drink. It took me about thirty seconds to notice I was sitting next to a muscly guy with blond hair and bright blue eyes. He had his back to the wall while nursing a tumbler of scotch on the rocks as he surveyed the room. He was Hollywood’s definition of gorgeous. Not that it would matter if he didn’t have a personality to match his roguish good looks and body builder-scale muscles. I hadn’t talked to him yet, which meant another twizzle stick was about to be mine.
“Hi,” I said, gesturing towards his lanyard. “I’m mint leaves, and you are…?”
“Light rum.”
Flashes of hot pink ignited at the edges of my vision, dominating the other colours already dancing there. The colour of his voice was beautiful, which was a good start.
“Really? That means that together, we’re a mojito.”
The man laughed. “I think we’re missing a few ingredients.” Vibrant pink swirled and undulated with the rhythm of his words.
“Maybe a mojito in potential?”
He laughed louder while I motioned to the barman.
“Light rum and mint leaves,” I told him.
He nodded, checked off our combination on a list, and gave us a twizzle stick. Twenty-four. I had more than hot-pink guy.
“How come you’re not mixing?” I asked.
“I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”
It was my turn to laugh. “Now you are, but you were alone when I came over.”
“I needed a breather.”
“Yeah, me too.” I turned around to face away from the bar and leant against it. I’m Kasper, by the way.” I held my hand out.
“Jude.”
Carra's Review
This story was equal parts sweet, hot, and heartwarming. You might think that with trigger warnings of PTSD, flashbacks, and nightmares this would be a hard read, but I didn’t find that to be the case for me. Kasper is responsible, caring, thoughtful, and so perfectly matched with Jude, and Jude makes a wonderful Daddy for him…even while being unsure that he is a Daddy at all. But Jude’s protective, nurturing personality makes it so obvious, even if he doesn’t see it at first.
The chemistry between them is evident from the start, and they are so comfortable with each other without even trying. Even within just the week of the vacation, they easily become close without it feeling like insta-love. They just click, and when those trigger reasons rear their ugly heads, Kasper is the ideal person to be there for Jude to help him.
This book gives a real-life look at how PTSD can affect someone, not hiding any of the ways it can obstruct one’s quality of life. But it also shows how with understanding and love, people can cope and find someone to care for.
Crazy Little Thing Cold Love was a solid 4-star read for me, and an excellent addition to the Destination Daddies series. Jude and Kasper are magnificent together, and if you’re a Daddy/boy fan this book should be an automatic addition to your library. This story is meant for readers 18+ for adult language and sexual content.
About the Author
Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.
