Slip into something spicy with the Daddy Sized Series, bursting at the seams with curvy untouched heroines and possessive older daddies who can’t keep their hands to themselves. These novellas are fast and filthy age-gap instalove romances with NO cheating (between the hero and heroine) or cliffhangers between books, and a guaranteed HEA.

This collection contains the following novellas:

Daddy Bod
I'm the biggest motherfu**er you've ever met, in more ways than one. Most people find me in...
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Slip into something spicy with the Daddy Sized Series, bursting at the seams with curvy untouched heroines and possessive older daddies who can’t keep their hands to themselves. These novellas are fast and filthy age-gap instalove romances with NO cheating (between the hero and heroine) or cliffhangers between books, and a guaranteed HEA.

This collection contains the following novellas:

Daddy Bod
I'm the biggest motherfu**er you've ever met, in more ways than one. Most people find me intimidating and that's fine by me. I moved to the country for the solitude. But when the curvy cam girl of my dreams shows up on my doorstep looking for a room, I can't turn her away. April’s not just my tenant. She's my baby girl. She just doesn't know it yet.

Big Daddy
Building a fitness empire takes hard work. I can’t afford to be distracted by the curvy yoga instructor who gets my blood pumping to areas that aren’t work-appropriate. Then one whispered word crushes my resolve. She calls me Daddy. Now I’m tangled up in compromising positions with a virgin half my age, learning to play as hard as I work.

Daddy Fever
As an OB/GYN, it’s my job to advise Natasha about losing her virginity safely. As her best friend’s dad, I should NOT be performing the deed. But Natasha deserves a man who’ll worship every inch of her luscious, curvy body. If anyone’s claiming her V-card, it’ll be the doctor she calls Daddy.

Love, Daddy
I tracked down my ex-cellmate’s daughter to tell her the truth: all the letters she received from her daddy in prison? They weren’t written by her father. But when I’m faced with the pink-haired, tattooed hairstylist with a body like a winding backroad, I can’t bring myself to confess my sins—or say no when she invites me to her place for dinner.
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