Hot Single Daddy: A Second Chance, First Time Romance
Copyright 2017 by Juliana Conners and Piper Phoenix; Published by Swann Song Books.All Rights Reserved.
Contents
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Dedication
Hot Single Daddy: A Second Chance, First Time Romance
Chapter 1 – Emily
Chapter 2 – Wade
Chapter 3 – Emily
Chapter 4 – Wade
Chapter 5 – Wade
Chapter 6 – Emily
Chapter 7 – Wade
Chapter 8 – Emily
Chapter 9 – Wade
Chapter 10 – Emily
Chapter 11 – Wade
Chapter 12 – Emily
Epilogue
JENSEN: Book # 1 in The Bradford Brothers Series
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
HARLOW: Book # 2 in the Bradford Brothers Series
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
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
RAMSEY: Book # 3 in The Bradford Brothers Series
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
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
EPILOGUE
Larson: A Bradford & Brothers Friends Book
Chapter 1 – Brynn
Chapter 2 – Brynn
Chapter 3 – Brynn
Chapter 4 – Brynn
Chapter 5 – Larson
Chapter 6 – Larson
Chapter 7 – Brynn
Chapter 8 – Brynn
Chapter 9 – Larson
Chapter 10 – Brynn
Chapter 11 – Larson
Chapter 12 – Brynn
Chapter 13 – Larson
Chapter 14 – Brynn
Chapter 15 – Larson
Chapter 16 – Larson
Chapter 17 - Brynn
Chapter 18 – Larson
Chapter 19 – Brynn
Chapter 20 – Brynn
Chapter 21 – Larson
Chapter 22 – Larson
Chapter 23 – Brynn
Chapter 24 – Larson
Chapter 25 – Larson
Chapter 26 – Brynn
Chapter 27 – Brynn
Chapter 28 – Larson
Chapter 29 – Larson
Chapter 30 – Larson
Chapter 31 – Brynn
Chapter 31 – Brynn
Chapter 32 – Brynn
Chapter 33 – Brynn
Chapter 34 – Larson
Chapter 35 – Larson
Chapter 36 – Brynn
Chapter 37 – Larson
Chapter 38 – Brynn
Chapter 39 – Brynn
Chapter 40 – Larson
Chapter 41 – Brynn
Chapter 42 – Larson
Chapter 43 – Brynn
Chapter 44 – Larson
Chapter 45 – Larson
Chapter 46 – Brynn
Chapter 47 – Larson
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Hot Single Daddy: A Second Chance, First Time Romance
Chapter 1 – Emily
I tap my foot and stare at the cloc
k, which reads 5:03 pm. I’m late for work. Again. I know that by the time I change and head from campus to the hotel, I’ll be so late I just might get fired this time.
It’s all Stacy Peterson’s fault. If I have to hear one more annoying question coming out of her overly lipsticked mouth, I think I’m going to snap.
“I’m just confused about the part of the project where we talk about the different parts of Albuquerque,” she says.
That’s it, I think, and then I remind myself to take a deep breath.
The thing that I really want to do, which is to rip out Stacy’s highlighted hair, strand by strand, might feel good in the moment, but it won’t get me out of here any faster. I try to think fast— how to get her to shut up?
“Emily, the locale differentiation portion was your idea,” says Professor James. “And a great one at that. Why don’t you explain it to Stacy?”
Oh great. While I’m pleased that Professor James— who is not only the teacher of this class but also head of the entire Social Work Master’s Program— has noticed my ambition, and while I want this project to be a success, I really don’t have time to explain such obvious matters to Stacy— who will undoubtedly be asking me the same question tomorrow anyway.
She is definitely the weakest link in our group, and the main reason we had to stay after class and ask for extra help from Professor James. When I agreed to do it, I’d had no idea we would be here for two more hours. I’d obviously underestimated her stupidity.
It’s always the rich girls who are clueless. Somehow a guy just like Stacy swindled my own dad out of his life savings in some kind of ponzi scheme. He hadn’t had a lot of money but what he had was gone. And that’s why I think rich people are awful; they look for any chance to make more money, even by taking advantage of poor people like my dad.
“Our program should identify different areas of town and incorporate plans for each of them, so as to show where the areas of need are greatest,” I explain, although the dumbfounded expression on Stacy’s face remains the same. “The needs of residents in the South Valley, for instance, will be quite different from those of girls in the Northeast Heights.”
“Because…?” prods Stacy, her face a blank look.
Oh my god. I want to explode.
I want to tell her, “Because girls from the South Valley— like me— have poor parents and poor school districts and underfunded resources, whereas girls from the Northeast Heights— like you— have rich parents and rich school districts and very well- funded resources.”
But I don’t. There are some things that someone like Stacy will never understand— not just because she’s an airhead but also because she has no clue. She’s never had to understand them. And I have no idea why she’s enrolled in this class or why she wants a Social Work degree. I have an instant distrust of rich people and I almost wonder if she’s here to spy on us poor people, or work against our efforts.
Figuring out Stacy Peterson is not my problem right now, I remind myself. Making it to work as soon as possible is. So I throw out an idea.
“Let’s get together to discuss this further, and I can answer your questions one on one,” I tell her.
I instantly regret my offer, but at least it works.
“Sure,” says Stacy. “Professor James, will you be able to meet with us too?”
So that explains it, I think. Perhaps the entire reason Stacy wanted to have this after- class meeting was to get up close and personal with the professor. And perhaps that’s the sole reason she enrolled in his class. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was also the main or only reason she’s pursuing a Social Work degree.
“Of course,” he says, and I swear he blushes a little. “Just let me know when works for both of you. And anyone else here who would like to come,” he adds, looking around at my other fellow group members.
But I have no time to compare schedules. I’m already tossing my laptop into my bag and hurrying out the door.
If I lose my job, I won’t be able to attend school here, and school’s my life. At twenty- four years old, I have no husband, no kids— not even a boyfriend. I hate to admit it even to myself, but I’ve never even had sex.
I came close once upon a time with my boyfriend Wade in high school but that all ended and it was for the best. At least, that’s what I usually try to tell myself. Even though I haven’t been able to find anyone who makes me remotely interested in them compared to the way I felt about Wade.
Ever since things didn’t work out with Wade and me, I’ve thrown myself into my studies and my goals for the future. It took me a while to realize that such a future didn’t include him, but at least I’ve been building the kind of life I want without him since then. And that kind of life includes keeping the job that helps me go to school, even if that means rushing out of class in order to do it.
“Great, thanks Professor James,” I tell him. “I’ll get back with you tomorrow about a time that works. Bye everyone.”
“I was wondering about the grant- writing portion…” Greg, a fellow student, begins, and I hesitate at the door, lingering while deciding whether to stay just a little longer.
Unlike Stacy, Greg actually has a good question. The grant- writing portion is my weakness, and something I need help on. I’ve helped develop most of the program but without funds, there will be no way to make it a reality.
“Can we please discuss this at our extra session?” I ask, hoping not to incur the wrath of my fellow students.
Most of them other than Stacy are as serious about this degree as I am, except that many don’t have to work a job in addition to going to school.
“I have some questions too,” I explain. “But I have to go.”
“Why don’t those of you who wish to stick around today do so,” Professor James says, much to my dismay. “Since everyone is here and might not be able to come back at a different time, it makes the most sense to just keep going. Greg can share his notes with you, Emily, and you can ask any questions you have that don’t get answered today at our next after- class meeting. We also have a lecture coming up on grant- writing next week, and a guest speaker to help out.”
“Okay,” I say, resigned. “And thanks.”
I know I should stay so that I don’t miss anything. Greg’s notes aren’t exactly thorough, or even completely legible for that matter. But I have to keep reminding myself that if I don’t keep my job, I won’t be able to afford school. My student loans are generous but I also have to pay for the apartment I rent, as well as all my other expenses, which somehow seem to always get out of my control. I’m no good at handling money, especially since I never have enough of it.
I leave the group I want to stay in— as long as Stacy’s done asking asinine questions, that is— for the job I hate. But I hope I still have the job, since I desperately need it.
As I hurry to change, I can’t help but think about Wade again. How would my life have been different had I stayed with him? I suppose I’d be a military wife. It’s probably best that he and I didn’t work out, so that I could concentrate on what I truly want to do. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy to forget about him— clearly, after five years, I still haven’t.
But I have to get my head out of memory lane and onto the road that takes me to work. Because this isn’t five years ago. This is the here and now, and I’ve got a job to get to, ASAP.
Chapter 2 – Wade
I stand on stage, scanning the crowd and all the dressed up, pretty women. Which one of them do I want to take home tonight?
It would be nice if I could find one I want to see for more than one night. Last night I was with a voluptuous vixen I couldn’t wait to tie up, but she turned out to be dumb as bricks, with a personality even less interesting.
The sex was okay, but not worth having to see her again for. Fucking a girl is never a problem for me— they line up down the block— but finding one worth sticking around to fuck again is always more of a problem.
And I’m not talk
ing about for a relationship. I don’t do relationships. After I’ve been in two failed relationships —or, I suppose, one and a half, because the second one failed so soon and so epically it barely counts, not to mention the fact that it never really got off the ground, anyway— I know my limitations. The only commitment I want with a woman is her promise to let me have my way with her again if I like what I get the first time around, which these days have become more and more rare.
Getting them into bed, though, is hardly the problem, and I know I could have any single woman in this room tonight. I’m a decorate war veteran, having served two tours of duty in my four years with the United States Air Force’s Special Operations unit. My job was to parashoot out of helicopters and rescue fallen soldiers. Tell that to a girl and see if she’ll turn you down— especially if you still have the physique to prove it.
“Tonight I would like to present the Albuquerque Young People in Tech award to Wade Covington,” the announcer states, jarring me back into reality and reminding me of yet another reason I have no problem fulfilling my voracious sexual appetite— I’m a tech genius and I’m filthy fucking rich.
“Mr. Covington has demonstrated remarkable abilities to start and grow a tech company, and it’s paid off handsomely,” the announcer continues.
“Woot woot,” call out the members of my former unit at one of the tables in the front.
They make snide jokes like, “He sure is handsome all right. What a pretty boy.”
“Mr. Covington took what started out as a well- intentioned idea and turned it into a billion dollar company,” the announcer states. “His innovation and accomplishments are a shining example of local boy made good, and it is with pleasure that I grant him this award.”
“There’s nothing good about this boy,” my friends call out.
The announcer looks at them a bit surprised, as if he’s not used to such rowdiness in this fine establishment. And he’s probably not. That’s my friends for you.
I look over at them with a mixture of gratitude and envy. I’m glad they’re still here to support me after everything we’ve been through together. But I still get fucking upset that I can’t be active duty service with them anymore. Even though I’ve done much better in the private sector, making tons of money and staying safer both physically and mentally, I loved being a pararescuer with them.
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