by L. B. Dunbar
“Excuse me?” I chuckle along with choking and then clear my throat as if the action will open my ears and clear my hearing.
“The only daddy issues I have is the issue of you being my dad.”
“I…” What. The. Fuuuuuuuck. My brain wants to say impossible. My dick knocks against my zipper saying, maybe.
No.
No, this can’t be.
I always wrap that shit up. No leaks. No tweaks. No just a dip and I’ll pull out. Full coverage. Every damn time.
“I…” I can’t seem to find words, so she spears me with a few more.
“Yeah, I can’t either,” she states as if she read my thoughts, somehow mysteriously knowing what I think. “And an absentee one on top of it. You win father of the year, Billy Harrington. Not.”
With that, she raps her knocks on the bar, hops off the stool, and sashays her black-jeaned ass out of my bar.
No joke.
(L)ittle (B)lessings of Gratitude
As always, a special thank you to the readers who have enjoyed reading about characters a little older and a little wiser, but sometimes equally ridiculous as the younger set.
A huge thank you to my team (that’s fun to say): Melissa Shank, Shannon Passmore and Jenny Sims. For keeping the story steady, the cover beautiful, and the words grammatically correct. An extra thank you to Heather M. this round with early reads and suggestions. And Karen, as always for a final set of eyes.
Thank you to Tammi, Sylvia, and Krista for keeping up with Loving L.B. and being such good people in my life.
To all the readers in Loving L.B. who make me laugh, make suggestions, and share hot images of those older dudes. Much love.
To all the bloggers and loyal reviewers from those blogs, thank you for your years of dedication, or if you are new to me, thank you for taking a chance on the ole girl.
To author groups who keep me in the know, constantly learning, and often reflective, especially Alessandra Torre Inkers and my fellow Smartypants Romance sister-authors. Indie-publishing is equally dauntind and exciting, and I’m grateful to be among such amazing people.
To the community of Blue Ridge, Georgia. I didn’t know you were real when I made up what I thought was a fictional town. I’ve been to visit. It’s lovely there. Thank you for allowing me to make you my fictional home.
And finally, to my family: Mr. Dunbar, my ultimate silver fox, and our litter who have all grown too quickly – MD, MK, JR and A.
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About the Author
Love Notes
www.lbdunbar.com
L.B. Dunbar loves the sweeter things in life: cookies, Coca-Cola, and romance. Her reading journey began with a deep love of fairy tales and alpha males. She loves a deep belly laugh and a strong hug. Occasionally, she has the energy of a Jack Russell terrier. Accused—yes, that’s the correct word—of having an overactive imagination, to her benefit, such an imagination works well. Author of over two dozen novels, she’s created sexy rom-coms for the over 40; intrigue on an island; MMA chaos; rock star mayhem, and sweet small-town romance. In addition, she earned a title as the “myth and legend lady” for her modernizations of mythology as elda lore. Her other duties in life include mother to four children and wife to the one and only.
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Table of Contents
Other Books by L.B. Dunbar
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Epilogue
BookEnds – bonuses and such
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