Цикл книг «Found by Daddy» — 12 книг

I used to loathe working nights. Until one day the local kink club started holding their monthly munches at my coffee shop. Suddenly, I find myself longing for it to be the third Thursday so I could be there without the risk of actually attending a munch. I’ve been fascinated by the kinkier side of things for a while, and maybe that was why I was so interested at first, but everything changed when a self-identifying daddy named Bridger showed up with his sexy vibe, his infectious laugh, and his most-recent crochet project. Now it wasn’t an interest, it was a need, a need to learn more, preferably with Bridger as my teacher.

The number one rule of working the munch is that we can’t do anything other than serve their coffee—my boss afraid we will piss them off and lose him all the revenue. It sucks because it means the ball has to be in Bridger's court…or does it? When he accidentally leaves his mostly finished crochet duck one night, I take it as a sign to make my move.

I used to loathe working nights. Until one day the local kink club started holding their monthly munches at my coffee shop. Suddenly, I find myself longing for it to be the third…

I saved up all my tip money for months in order to buy a day pass for Chained, the hottest club in town. I’d never been to one before, but after stumbling upon a munch while I was waiting for a tow truck one rainy night, I was intrigued. Intrigue quickly morphed to needing to go and see if I wanted more than just to have a paci and a stuffie at bedtime. Maybe I was little and needed a daddy.

Chained was nothing like I expected it to be. It was better. I’d never felt so free to be myself and even used my paci there right in front of everyone, including the hot daddy in the jeans that made me want to be a naughty naughty boy. Before I could brave talking to him, he left.

If I had my way, I’d go back again and again until we crossed paths a second time, but the funds just aren’t there. Not even with my full-time job and my side hustle bartending. Oh well, at least I got the one night and a bank full of daddy memories. And I’d be fine with that—if I didn’t come home without my paci. Suck.

I saved up all my tip money for months in order to buy a day pass for Chained, the hottest club in town. I’d never been to one before, but after stumbling upon a munch while I was…

I didn’t need a daddy… except that I did.

Not having a daddy wasn’t going to stop me from being little. Sure, it wasn’t the same when you were by yourself, but after three daddies in a row thinking being a caretaker meant micromanaging my entire existence both in and out of little space, I was done. And besides, I wasn’t completely alone. I had Bear, my dog, and Cat, my stuffy, by my side.

When I won a custom onesie from a giveaway during Chained’s little craft day, I couldn’t believe my luck. I’d been wanting one for so long and couldn’t justify the expense. Now I didn’t have to.

Only, when I went to pick it up, my onesie wasn’t in the bag—a World’s Most Bestest Daddy Ever shirt in its place. If only the bag came with the daddy, too.

I didn’t need a daddy… except that I did.

Not having a daddy wasn’t going to stop me from being little. Sure, it wasn’t the same when you were by yourself, but after three…

Traveling is the worst. I love being in my own house, in my own room, with my own things, and snuggling under my favorite blanket with my otter stuffie, Charlie. When my boss asks me to go to a week-long conference in Las Vegas, it is crystal clear that the options I have are to go or be denied the promotion I’ve been working so hard for. I choose to go. It’s Vegas. How bad can it be?

Awful. Absolutely awful.

The only bright side is the hot rep from the next booth who spends the week flirting with me. He gives off completely daddy vibes, but when I introduce him to my stuffie, I realize my mistake. He isn’t a daddy. He’s just a nice guy looking for someone to make a connection with— a connection I gladly give him in the form of the hottest night of my life— a night that can never and will never be repeated.

My plane’s barely on the ground when I get the text telling me our hotel was filled with bedbugs. I head straight to the laundromat to disinfect it all, leaving a few hours later with fresh clothes, ready to climb into bed and just be.

There’s one problem; Charlie is missing. Suck.

Traveling is the worst. I love being in my own house, in my own room, with my own things, and snuggling under my favorite blanket with my otter stuffie, Charlie. When my boss asks…

I am more than just my scarred face. I just need a daddy who will look that far.

Growing up, I wanted to be a superhero and rescue people from peril. Little did I know I was going to be the one needing rescuing after the bus I was on collided with an 18-wheeler. The accident stole more from me than my childhood aspirations. It also stole my movie star good looks, leaving me disfigured and with residual pain.

When I discovered age play and the carefree moments it could bring me, the first toy I bought myself was a superhero teddy bear. It gave me comfort and brought me back to a time when my future was bright. That was until the day it went missing and I cried into a stranger’s shoulder… a hot stranger…a hot stranger with daddy vibes.

I am more than just my scarred face. I just need a daddy who will look that far.

Growing up, I wanted to be a superhero and rescue people from peril. Little did I know I was…

I’m a good boy. I follow all the rules…until one day I don’t.

As a little, I learned early on that there was an unspoken rule that daddies like to pick their boy, not the other way around. I’ve been following that rule ever since. Does it work for me? Sort of. I never have to play alone. But also…I never have a daddy of my own, either.

When I see Parker at the Little Day of Fun, I’m instantly drawn to him. I pull out every trick I’ve learned over the years to catch his attention. They all fail. It’s like I’m invisible. Screw it. I’m breaking the rules. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t.

I’m a good boy. I follow all the rules…until one day I don’t.

As a little, I learned early on that there was an unspoken rule that daddies like to pick their boy, not the other…

When my daddy died, I swore I’d never want another…and then I lost my sucker.

I was one of the lucky ones. Everyone said so. I met my daddy, my true love, my always and forever, while I was a freshman at college. By the time I graduated, we had a cute little house, the cuddliest dog, and our whole lives ahead of us, together. Until it was all stolen from me one rainy night.

Three years later, I still have no idea how to move on. Daddy wouldn’t want me to be alone, but going forward without him—I’m not sure it’s possible. And then, one day, I accidentally leave my bag from the candy store in my booth at the diner and everything changes. Suddenly there is a smexy daddy wanting my number. Only thing is, he doesn’t realize he's a daddy yet.

When my daddy died, I swore I’d never want another…and then I lost my sucker.

I was one of the lucky ones. Everyone said so. I met my daddy, my true love, my always and…

Sometimes you need to lose something to find the one thing you didn’t know was missing.

Moving to a new city, into a new apartment building, fresh off the heels of a shittastic breakup is a whole lotta change at once. I’m officially not a fan. At least my landlord is hot…hot and straight. That’s probably for the best. I don’t exactly have my life together.

When my kitten goes missing, I’m at a loss. I’ve always been so careful not to leave my door open and have no idea how she got out. All I know is that she is out there in the big world all alone, and it’s somehow my fault.

So what do I do? Sob loud enough for my landlord to hear. He offers to help me find Cat-terine, and when we do, he gives me a hug—a hug that doesn’t feel very straight. Now what?

Sometimes you need to lose something to find the one thing you didn’t know was missing.

Moving to a new city, into a new apartment building, fresh off the heels of a shittastic…

Colby lost his binky and found his new daddy.

Once upon a time, I had it all—a daddy who loved me, a nursery filled with all the toys I could ever want, and a job that made a difference. Only my daddy didn’t love me—not really.

When I catch him with another man who happens to be my boss, I leave without a second’s thought. I’m worth more than that. So is my rent.

Now I’m jobless and couch surfing at my sister’s until I can get back on my feet. She gives me a job at the coffee shop she manages, but that’s a stop gap at best. I need to find something permanent, something that can pay my bills. Who would’ve thought that losing my security binky, the one I always carry with me, there would bring me everything I’d lost and more?

Colby lost his binky and found his new daddy.

Once upon a time, I had it all—a daddy who loved me, a nursery filled with all the toys I could ever want, and a job that made a…

London lost his train and found his new daddy.

When I was growing up, I proudly proclaimed to all who would listen that I was going to be a train conductor. Somehow, that turned into going to dental school It’s a great job that allows me to help people, but the longing to ride the rails has never fully left me. When I see that Chained was doing a Little Day on the Train event, I sign up immediately. Who cares that I don’t have a daddy? I’m going to get the chance to pretend to be a conductor on a very real train. It’s going to be the best.

And it is the best day ever right up until I reach into my conductor’s vest pocket and discover my favorite toy train is missing. I have an hour left before the event is over to find it. When I hear an offer to help, I accept it immediately. It’s only when I turn to him that I discover it’s the daddy I’ve been crushing on. Maybe losing my engine was a good thing after all.

London lost his train and found his new daddy.

When I was growing up, I proudly proclaimed to all who would listen that I was going to be a train conductor. Somehow, that…

Reid lost his cap and found his new daddy.

When I inherit my house, I don’t expect any feels. The house belonged to an uncle I’d met exactly one time over twenty years ago. But when I open the door to the spare bedroom, I’m hit with a time capsule, one that teaches me more about my late mother than I’ve ever known. There’s even a baseball cap she bought for me when she was pregnant.

It’s almost too much…and I need to escape for a little while. Thankfully, my membership at Chained is reciprocal with the local club here. I’ll go, find a daddy to scene with, and be ready to face reality in the morning.

If only it were as easy as that.

Reid lost his cap and found his new daddy.

When I inherit my house, I don’t expect any feels. The house belonged to an uncle I’d met exactly one time over twenty years ago. But…