Daddy Sized

Jonathan: 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 girl her age doesn't move to the middle of nowhere without good reason. I've made it my mission to unearth April's reasons, but the more I learn, the more I need to learn. April: I knew the ad was a long shot, and I wasn't prepared for a giant to answer the door. I expect him to send me packing, but he lets me rent a room. It's not my first choice, but my stepmom threw me out when she discovered how I've been saving for college: working as a cam girl. As soon as I'm online, I meet a customer who buys all my private sessions. Something about this man feels familiar. He wants me to tell him my dirtiest fantasies, things I've never told anyone, about wanting to be sheltered by a man I call Daddy. Contains mature themes.

This doctor daddy is ALL IN for his curvy patient. 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. As her doctor, it's my duty to advise her to make safe choices about her wellbeing, and she deserves better than a drunken fumble with a careless frat boy. She deserves a man who will take the time to honor every inch of her luscious body. And I'm prepared to be whatever kind of man she needs. Because if anyone's claiming Natasha's V-card, it's going to be me. Her best friend's father-a.k.a. Dr. Daddy. Contains mature themes.

An ex-con with a secret can't resist his former cellmate's daughter. 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. For four years, I kept up the lie, telling myself this girl deserved better than a deadbeat who won't even open her letters. But the truth is, she deserves better than both of us. My first task as a free man is to walk into the salon where she works and admit that I'm a liar. But the pink-haired, tattooed bombshell who greets me is a far cry from the awkward teen I envisioned. Gone are the braces, the pigtails, and picture-day smiles. Tatum Fitzroy is a grown woman with a body like a winding backroad and a dirty-girl lip bite that makes me wonder if coming clean is really worth the destruction. Contains mature themes.

When a curvy yoga instructor takes a job at Ben's fitness center, he'll cross every line in the HR rulebook to claim his innocent employee as his baby girl . . . 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. She's nearly half my age, but this curvy redhead's got my blood pumping to places that aren't exactly work appropriate. Now I'm rethinking my priorities, imagining a future that involves the two of us tangled in some very compromising positions. Maybe it's time I started playing as hard as I work. Contains mature themes.