by Wyatt, Dani
They’ve had their ups and downs, but she and Chastity have a friendship of sorts which works for me as long as no one loses their minds and everything is civil.
Joe’s charges were dropped due to his mental health status and I paid for him to get treatment for a few years. I did what I could, tried to visit him but in the end, he up and left. Didn’t want to see or hear from me or Chastity. I keep George on his tail just so I know where he is. He seems to have settled in Montana and I make sure he has money and a roof over his head.
Chastity never did her TV show. Instead, she wrote a series of children’s books about Robinson and Crusoe the frogs. They are in the fifth printing now along with a couple children’s cook-along cookbooks for parents and children to do together.
I step outside in the July heat and our two Saint Bernards come lumbering over panting and drooling.
“Go in the house dum-dums. Or in your house. You have an air-conditioned doghouse for Christ’s sake.”
I still run some of my philanthropic ventures but I’m only a silent investor in the other companies. I sold off most of my interests over the years, and there’s enough money to fund us for another three generations at least.
Chastity is still in heat most of the time which is good, because I’m a rutting dog for her twenty-four seven. She’s done being a baby making machine. We had some trouble during her pregnancy with Evie and it scared the shit out of me.
As much as I’d love to have twenty babies with her, without her I’d die.
She is my baby girl. My princess. My love. My best friend. My wife. My dirty slut and my little girl.
We still play, have our little secrets and I can’t wait to be ninety-years old. She will only be seventy, but God willing and the creek don’t rise, I’ll still be fucking her like she’s nineteen.
Telling her what a bad girl she is. How she needs to be quiet and take it because she asked for it.
And I’m going to give it to her.
I understand what Dorothy meant when she said, ‘There’s no place like home.’
Thanks to those fuck heads from Houston, I found Chastity, and she is my home.
If you enjoyed Dear Diary, you may enjoy Angel.
Demolitions expert Magnus Leonard has never had someone special in his life. His world has revolved around tearing things down, not building them up. That is, until Cassie waits on him at a local art gallery and her sweet smile and lush curves instantly light his fuse.
Cassie Johnson is tired of losing things. Her mom. Her dog. Her home. She dreams of being safe and loved by someone that understands her. Even at twenty years old, her bed overflows with stuffies and she can recite every line from Beauty & the Beast.
When Magnus shows up just in time to save Cassie from yet another horrible loss, she realizes this hulking, bearded force of nature might just be the special hero she’s been waiting for. But when a dark secret is revealed, will Cassie ever be able to trust her Magnus again?
Author Warning: This is cotton candy, red bottoms and pouty lips. It’s love-at-first-sight, filthy fantasy. If the words “princess” and “baby-girl” steam your mirror, then grab your Kindle and an icepack, and get reading! This is a HEA/Safe read which contains DD/lg play. (If a swoon worthy DaddyDom doesn’t make you weak in the knees, this may not be the book for you.)
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Dani Wyatt used to feel bad about having such dirty thoughts. Luckily, one day, she decided to start writing them down. Her ultra-obsessed, alpha heroes have a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Her heroines are intelligent, quirky, and worry about having too much muffin top. So, if you like your insta-love over the top, super-hot, and always a happily ever after, you’re in the right place.
She’s fighting middle age like a warrior and lives an average life battling gravity. When she's not writing, she is probably laughing about some irony (like the fact that A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), reading, riding her horse, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
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