by Pepper North
Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1
Amy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 2
Carrie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 3
Jake: Dr. Richards’ Littles 4
Angelina: Dr. Richards’ Littles 5
Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6
The Digestive Health Center: Susan’s Story
Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7
Sofia and Isabella: Dr. Richards’ Littles 8
Cecily: Dr. Richards’ Littles 9
Tony: Dr. Richards’ Littles 10
Abigail: Dr. Richards’ Littles 11
Madi: Dr. Richards’ Littles 12
Penelope: Dr. Richards’ Littles 13
Christmas with the Littles & Wendy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 14
Olivia: Dr. Richards’ Littles 15
Matty & Emma: Dr. Richards’ Littles 16
Fiona: Dr. Richards’ Littles 17
Oliver: Dr. Richards’ Littles 18
Luna: Dr. Richards’ Littles 19
Lydia & Neil: Dr. Richards’ Littles 20
A Little Vacation South of the Border
Roxy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 21
Dr. Richards’ Littles: First Anniversary Collection
Jillian: Dr. Richards’ Littles 22
Hunter: Dr. Richards’ Littles 23
Dr. Richards’ Littles: MM Collection
Grace: Dr. Richards’ Littles 24
Tales from Zoey’s Corner - ABC
Steven: Dr. Richards’ Littles 25
SANCTUM
Pepper North introduces you to an age play community that is isolated from the surrounding world. Here Littles can be Little, and Daddies can care for their Littles and keep them protected from the outside world.
Sharing Shelby: A SANCTUM Novel
Looking After Lindy: A SANCTUM Novel
Protecting Priscilla: A SANCTUM Novel
One Sweet Treat: A SANCTUM Novel
The Keepers
This series from Pepper North is a twist on contemporary age play romances. Here are the stories of humans cared for by specially selected Keepers of an alien race. These are science fiction novels that age play readers will love!
The Keepers: Payi
The Keepers: Pien
The Keepers: Naja
The Keepers Collection
The Magic of Twelve
The Magic of Twelve features the stories of twelve women transported on their 22nd birthday to a new life as the droblin (cherished Little one) of a Sorcerer of Bairn. These magic wielders have waited a long time to take complete care of their droblin’s needs. They will protect their precious one to their last drop of magic from a growing menace. Each novel is a complete story.
The Magic of Twelve: Violet
The Magic of Twelve: Marigold
The Magic of Twelve: Hazel
The Magic of Twelve: Sienna
The Magic of Twelve: Pearl
The Magic of Twelve: Violet, Marigold, Hazel
The Magic of Twelve: Primrose
Other Titles
Electrostatic Bonds
About the Author
Pepper North is an indie author whose erotic romances have won the hearts of many loyal readers. After publishing her first book, Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1 on Amazon in July 2017, she now has thirty-seven books available on Amazon in four series with one series widely available on Smashwords, Kobo, & Barnes and Noble She is one of Amazon’s Most Popular Erotic Authors, rising as high as 4th in the top 100 and is a PAN (Professional Authors Network) member of the RWA (Romance Writers of America). She credits her success to her amazing fans, the support of the writing community, and her dedication to writing.
Excerpt from Amy: Dr. Richards Littles 2
This had to be the worst day of Amy’s life. Her electricity had been turned off sometime overnight. Without an alarm to wake her up on time, she’d arrived late for the important job interview and had been told the position had already been filled. Now, it was pouring down rain. Not only had Amy forgotten to bring an umbrella but her heel on her interview pumps had just gotten stuck in an iron grate in the sidewalk. Amy just dropped her head and began to cry in quiet misery. Standing in the deluge of rain, she lost all hope.
She’d been counting on that job. Her rent was due, and her landlord was already threatening to evict her. She’d had no money to eat for the last couple of days. Now, her only dress shoes were ruined. Not that she had any other interviews scheduled. What in the world was she going to do?
A deep, quiet voice invaded her desperate thoughts. “Are you all right, sweetheart?” It had been so long that she’d heard a kind tone, she thought she must be imagining it. “Here. Hold the umbrella, and I’ll see if I can get your shoe free.” Numbly, she took the umbrella thrust into her hand and felt strong hands grip her ankle and shoe rotating the heel to free it. “I’m worried about you, little girl. Is there anyone I can call to come to get you?” he questioned worriedly. When Amy just shook her head to say no and cried harder with body shaking sobs, he instructed, “Come with me to my office and let’s see if we can get you in better shape.” A gentle hand pressed into the small of Amy’s back and guided her through a nearby doorway into a warm and dry entrance of a well-decorated office building.
“Doris, I’ve found a little girl that needs some help. Please close the office for the rest of the afternoon, so we’re not disturbed. Could you get us some towels and see if you can find some clothes upstairs in my home that would fit her? We need to get her out of these wet things and warmed up” the deep voice instructed the secretary behind the big reception desk. Doris Anderson immediately sprang from her chair and locked the office’s entry door before walking briskly down the hall to return with a stack of fluffy white towels. “I’ll put these in your private bathroom, sir and go check on those clothes.”
“Thanks, Doris.” The warm hand guided at Amy’s back again guided her forward through an enormous office decorated in warm colors and mahogany wood through to a large bathroom. Doris set the towels on the vanity top. She turned and smiled at Amy taking her rain-drenched purse from her limp hand. Doris opened it up and removed the wallet finding Amy’s identification card. “Amy Anderson, 23, lives in Summerset,” she read to Mr. Smythe. They both nodded at each other. Good, she was an adult and able to make her own decisions.
“You’re so lucky that Mr. Smythe found you. He’ll take good care of you. No need to worry, little one.” Doris reassured Amy gently, and she exited Mr. Smythe’s office leaving them alone.
“Looks like you’ve had quite a day and I suspect the last couple of weeks have been hard as well.” He tipped her head up, and Amy saw his face for the first time. Handsome, about forty, concern wrinkled his forehead. “Why were you out in this torrential, rainstorm?” Mr. Smythe gently asked as he brushed his wet brown hair out of his eyes.
“I had an interview, but I missed it,” she responded shivering in her sodden clothing. Could she be any more miserable? Lightheaded from not eating for several days, she vaguely registered that Mr. Smythe began unbuttoning her blouse, removing it before moving on to her skirt’s zipper, and finally removing her pantyhose and shoes. She realized that she was standing there shaking from the cold in her bra and panties. As he removed her wet bra lifting the cups from her small plump breasts, Amy felt his warm fingers brush her tightly erect nipples as if by accident. Realizing that this stranger should not be taking care of her like this, Amy made a small sound of protest as his fingers slid under the sides of her panties. “There, there, little girl, just let me take care of you” he responded with a calm voice.
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Excerpt from Angelina: Dr. Richards Littles 5
A sudden, loud grinding noise came from the battered car outside. They all heard Angelina exclaim, “Not now, car. Please start. You can’t break down here,” she pleaded loudly unaware that an open window was letting her voice drift to
everyone inside.
Angelina had come to visit Zoey at her new home with Dr. Matt Richards. She’d brought Zoey’s last check with her in her role as assistant manager of the restaurant where Zoey had worked. Angelina had been happy to see Zoey thriving in her new home. The doctor had been very nice and was obviously in love with Zoey. It looked like Zoey had been very lucky by landing that job interview.
Now, her car wouldn’t start. What was she going to do? She didn’t want to go back to the door and ask to use the phone. Who would she call anyway? Angelina didn’t have any close friends who would make the trip to pick her up, and she was relatively new in town. She had no idea about which service center was reputable and wouldn’t take advantage of a young lady. She dropped her forehead down to her steering wheel and tried to think.
“Knock, knock, knock,” came at her window. Angelina jerked her head up to see the older man that had answered the door of the mansion now standing beside her car. She pressed the button to roll down the window, but it didn’t work because there was no power to the car. Angelina opened the car door slowly allowing the man to step back. She blushed as she stepped out of the car. For some reason, this man had fascinated her instantly when she’d met him. He was older but very handsome. He held himself in a way that suggested he had been in the military – straight and powerful. He’d be able to take care of himself in any situation. She had memorized his name, Paul. Somehow it was important that she remember that.
“Do you need some help, Angelina?” Paul asked in his deep voice.
Angelina smiled shyly at him. “I’m sorry to bother you. I’d love some help if you know something about stupid, old cars that won’t start.”
“Not all old things won’t start, Angelina. Sometimes, they just need to find the right person to tinker with them,” Paul said. His words had a double meaning. He did not doubt that he looked old to the young assistant manager. He’d felt old himself since his beloved Little had passed away two years ago. He had thought he’d buried his heart with Lillian. He didn’t know what it was about this red-haired beauty, but it was important that he help her. “Would you pop the hood for me to look?”
Now Angelina really blushed. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know how to do that,” she explained ruefully. “I just bought this car when I came to town so I could drive to the restaurant. I always have to go to work before the busses start running in the morning or I’ve closed the restaurant after the busses end for the day. Walking in the dark scares me. There are too many noises surrounding me. My imagination goes wild,” Angelina tried to explain but was afraid she was sharing too much with this stranger. He probably didn’t care at all. “Sorry, you don’t want to hear my life story. Do you know how to open the hood on a car like this?” she asked hopefully.
Paul looked at her even more seriously. “A young lady like yourself should definitely not be walking alone in the dark. Getting a car was smart. Let’s see what needs to be done to make this reliable transportation,” he said getting into the car. “Ufff! You really have short legs,” he observed as he slid the seat back to allow his legs to fit into the car. “Look see this symbol. It should look like a car hood opening. That’s the lever we want,” he explained as he pulled it releasing the hood up a couple of inches.
Angelina immediately walked around the car to the front and tried to open the hood fully. “It’s stuck. Stupid car. I can’t believe that lever didn’t work,” she said exasperated.
Chuckling to himself, Paul got out of the car and joined her at the hood. “Angelina, there’s a latch underneath the hood that holds it in place. That way you can’t accidentally release the hood lever inside as you’re driving and have it spring up in front of you to block your view,” he explained patiently.
“Oh,” Angelina said in a small voice. “It’s always complicated, isn’t it?” She waited until Paul opened the final latch and lifted the hood up. She watched him prop it up on a metal rod that was attached under the hood. Angelina leaned over the mechanics of the car looking around at all the pieces that were fit together. She poked her finger at several. It all looked like it should work for her.
Paul laughed aloud that time. “Careful, Angelina. Some of those bits will still be hot. Don’t burn yourself. Have you figured out what’s wrong?” He watched as she seriously tried to see an obvious problem. Her slight body was stretched out across the open hood revealing a pert bottom. “That bottom is just made for spanking,” Paul thought to himself as he enjoyed the view.
Angelina turned to look at him, “I have no idea,” she admitted. “Do you?”
Shaking himself mentally, Paul forced himself to look at the car and not at the beautiful, young lady decorating it. “I have a feeling it’s the starter. We might be lucky if it’s just flooded. Get in the car and try it again,” he instructed.
Angelina rushed to stand up straight, and she went around the open door to jump in the driver’s seat. “Vrooommm!” The car started with a triumphant sound this time. Angelina jumped out and without thinking hugged the man that had helped her. When his strong arms wrapped around her, Angelina froze. Something clicked. It just felt right in his arms. Panicking, she pushed back and apologized, “Sorry! I shouldn’t have grabbed you.”
Paul smiled at her. “No problem, Angelina. I’m glad the car started. That is worth celebrating. It worked this time, but your car needs some maintenance. Do you have a good mechanic?” When she shook her head, ‘no,’ Paul pulled a card out of his pocket and wrote a name and telephone number on it. “This is who I’d recommend. Rob is an honest man. He won’t overcharge you or makeup problems. On the other side is my personal phone number. Keep it. I want you to call me if you have more problems before you get the car into for service. Will you promise me to call? Seriously, Angelina. Day or Night, call. I don’t want you to be stranded alone in the dark,” Paul looked sternly at the slight figure.
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