Dirty Daddies 2023 Anniversary Anthology
Publication date: October 17th 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Another year, another round of smoking hot daddies and sassy brats giving them a run for their money.
Packed with stories from your favorite names and rising stars in the Daddy genre, this anthology has something for all the Daddy lovers out there! Whether it’s a strict Dom who loves to be called Daddy as he lavishes his partner with pleasure, or a Daddy looking for a Little one to rely on him for all their most private, personal needs, there’s a story for everyone in these pages!
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Excerpt 1: Daddy’s Little Imposter by Maren
Smith
The minute those words were out of
her mouth, Porscha Carr regretted them. Who am I? Really? Nobody was going to
believe she had amnesia, and yet she was desperate, scared, and boy, did she
ever run with it.
She even had a bump on the head to
help the ruse along… but only because she’d taken her seatbelt off, ready to
bail from the car from the moment the chase had started and bullets began
flying. Tuck and roll, that had been the only thought in her head. Well, that
and how the hell had Rick found her so fast?
The need to run had locked every
muscle she had during the worst of that car chase. She’d known from the first
tap on the bumper that she’d stood a
better chance of getting away byrunning through woods and fields where the
hatchback in pursuit of them couldn’t follow. But no, every time the Corvette
had slowed down, she’d chickened out. Jumping from a moving car was harder than
she’d been braced for, and what the fuck? If anyone was supposed to have a gun,
shouldn’t it have been the bodyguard in the BMW directly behind them? But,
nooooooo. Not only was he unarmed, he was in a different vehicle entirely. He
might just as well have been another of her ex-husband’s incompetent hired
gunmen. God knows, he’d crashed into their bumper so many times, he might as
well have been working for them.
Either way, she was definitely
better off on her own. Even in England, a country she’d never been to before.
Hell, she’d never been out of the United States before. Why, oh why, had she
let her twin sister, Vetta, talk her into this?
Who am I?
She knew damn well who she was:
Porscha Carr, twenty-five years old last March, gullible idiot who’d thought
she’d been marrying for love when she’d said yes to Rick’s marriage proposal.
But then on the eve of their marriage, he’d tried to kill her. She’d escaped,
barely, and the ink on their annulment wasn’t even dry yet when Vetta had come
up with this cockamamy plan.
“Marry my fiancé in England,” she’d
said.
“He’s rich and powerful. He’ll keep
you safe,” she’d said.
“We’re twins!” she’d said. “He’ll
never know the difference. No one could ever come up with a better plan than
this.”
Staring up into Everett Garrion’s
worried eyes — her new Daddy now, whether or not she’d ever talked to or seen
more than a photo of him — Porscha panicked and now here she was, being helped
up off the ground by the fiancé her sister hadn’t actually wanted.
Porscha couldn’t imagine why not.
The man was gorgeousness personified, but in a blond and blue-eyed way, while
Vetta had always nursed a life-long fascination with dark, handsome men
weak-willed enough for her to control.
Everett was tall, too. Much taller
than Porscha expected, since her twin also had a penchant for only dating men
she could tower over in all those high-heeled fuck-me shoes she liked to wear.
How Vetta could walk so gracefully in those things was one of many life skills
that Vetta knew like the back of her elegant hand and Porscha never managed to
figure out.
And yet, what had Vetta done the
instant Porscha came crying when her husband of less than four hours tried to
run her over with her own stupid car? She’d dropped everything, tossed Everett
— figuratively if not literally — straight into Porscha’s lap before putting
her on the first plane leaving for England. Where in that mess Vetta had also
sent Everett a “Yes, I love you and can’t wait to be your wife” text Porscha
didn’t know, but here she was. With Rick still gunning for her and Everett the
only safe harbor she had, albeit only because she and her sister had lied
through their collective teeth to make him that.
It was wrong. So wrong, and yet
what had she done but immediately expounded upon all the untruths that had
brought her to Everett with yet another untruth?
Porscha hated lies.
“It’s all right,” Everett murmured,
cupping her face between his strong hands as he gently forced her to meet his
concerned eyes. “Ducky, your name is Vetta Carr and I know exactly who you
are.”
Porscha did her best not to flinch.
“You’re safe with me, I promise.
Daddy’s got you, and no one will ever hurt you again. That’s a promise you can
believe.”
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