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  Dirty Daddies

  Strong, Sexy…Dirty as Hell

  Dynamic Duo and Red Hot Romance Publishing

  Contents

  Dedication

  Brief note from the creators:

  Forbidden Sweets by Maggie Ryan

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Long Distance Daddy by Rayanna Jamison and Allysa Hart

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Sylvie: Dr. Richard’s Littles 26 by Pepper North

  About Pepper North

  Copyright

  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

  Epilogue

  Detective Daddy by Kara Kelley

  About Kara Kelley

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Little Leigh by Golden Angel

  About Golden Angel

  Copyright

  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

  Epilogue

  Daddy’s Little Liar by Maren Smith

  About Maren Smith

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Daddy’s Precious Girl by Katie Douglas

  About Katie Douglas

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  An Odd Little Girl by J.M. Dabney

  About J.M. Dabney

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Epilogue

  Cry for Daddy by Aubrey Cara

  About Aubrey Cara

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Lindsay’s Secret by Emily Tilton

  About Emily Tilton

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter. 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Dom Fitness by Brianna Hale

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Epilogue

  Untitled

  About Laylah Roberts

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Brief note from the creators:

  Dedication

  Dedicated to all the people

  who helped us along the way.

  We would be half as good

  without all of you.

  Copyright © 2019 by Dynamic Duo Publishing and Red Hot Romance, Inc.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including, but not limited to, photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author. [email protected]

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, locales, and events are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, and events are purely coincidental.

  Cover Artist: Allycat’s Creations

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  Forbidden Sweets

  By

  Maggie Ryan

  This book is dedicated to Jessie Bee. I became friends with Jessie on Facebook and instantly fell in love with her name – I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s just too cute. When a picture formed in my mind, I knew I just had to ask if she’d allow me to share her name in a story about another Jessie, and she graciously gave me permission. In Forbidden Sweets, our little bee is a woman who loves life, is a bit sassy, and ready to find the one person who would teach her to fly. I hope you enjoy the journey.

  Happy Reading - Maggie

  Maggie Ryan is a USA TODAY bestselling author in Victorian/ Historical, Contemporary, Western, and Paranormal Romance. As a multi-published and Amazon Top 100 bestselling author, she brings you stories that are always sweet, extra spicy, and a little taboo. She writes about strong, stern alpha males and sassy, capable women who discover that life without a bit of fire isn’t worth living. Maggie hopes you will curl up in your favorite chair and take the journey with her. Happy Reading!

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  Copyright © 2019 by Maggie Ryan

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including, but not limited to, photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, locales, and events are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, and events are purely coincidental.

  Edited by Alta Hensley

  Chapter One

  They say that life can change at the drop of a hat. But would it have been too much to ask for at least a little warning? Perhaps if I’d known my life was about to be irrevocably chan ged, I would have put on a pair of panties!

  Jessica

  Mug of cocoa with a mound of mini marshmallows? Check. And since everyone knows you can’t enjoy hot chocolate without something to dunk into it, I could mark off the bag of coconut macaroons as well. Comfie clothes? You couldn’t get more comfortable than a camisole, flannel boxer shorts, and a pair of fuzzy slippers, so another box could be filled in. TV and radio silent, so both visual and audio distractions removed—tick mark. Only one more and I’d be good to go. Laptop? Che… wait. Looking around, I didn’t see it. Great. I was finally ready to work on my proposal and my laptop was missing.

  Fifteen minutes later, I pushed up from where I’d been lying flat out on the floor to sweep my arms under the couch, and sat back on my heels. I’d not discovered the missing Mac but I did find a wad of trash, about a million dust bunnies, the purple sock I’d sworn the washing machine had eaten and the sticky remains of a Tootsie Pop that had me squealing and throwing it across the room when I saw the spider clinging to it. Granted, it was nothing but a dried out husk, but still… a spider was a spider. Shuddering, I forced myself to grab a tissue and pick up the candy, disposing of it before going to wash my hands.

  Lathering my hands, I tried to convince myself that my landlord would be understanding when I explained I’d not be able to make the rent due to the fact I’d been robbed. Pfft, not very likely. Despite his pleasure over serving as my guinea pig when I tried out new recipes, when it came to money, the man was all business. The most I could expect would be his offer of a few boxes for me to pack the mountain of equipment I’d just spent a small fortune on because I simply could not pass up the deal that had seemed too good to be true.

  Perhaps the officer who came to investigate the robbery would be far more sympathetic. Foregoing the dishcloth hanging from a drawer pull, I dried my hands on my shorts as I returned to the living room.

  Grabbing my phone, I plopped down on the couch and was just about to make the call when I paused. While I certainly considered the theft an emergency, I realized it didn’t actually constitute a matter of life or death, so dialing 911 was out. I actually had no idea what number to dial to report a theft, but did know where I’d get a bit of comfort and advice. I had just entered the first numbers when I realized my computer was no longer missing. I still didn’t have it, but I suddenly remembered exactly where I left it, not that it helped. Stabbing the buttons to complete the call, I swung my foot back and forth as the phone rang and rang and rang. “I do not have time for this crap,” I muttered.

  “Seems like I’m surrounded by naughty girls tonight. You can’t possibly be finished with your proposal.”

  Not the greeting I was expecting, but Heather had always marched to the tune of her own drummer and had recently taken on the role of encouraging me to follow my dreams. It was normally wonderful, but as the day of reckoning approached, I was getting really stressed out. “I haven’t even started. I left my laptop in your car this afternoon. When are you going to be done?”

  “Not for hours yet and no way can I leave. Sorry, but you’re going to have to come get it.”

  I sighed. “I just made hot cocoa and…”

  “And cocoa can wait. Just jump in the car and get your butt over here. You are on a strict deadline and if you miss this chance—”

  I groaned and cut in. “You don’t have to remind me. Believe me, I’m well aware that I’m hanging on by a mere thread. All right. What’s the address?” Unwadding the envelope I’d pulled from beneath the couch, I scrawled down the numbers as she recited them. “Crestview? I don’t know where that is.”

  “That’s why you have that app in your car. You know, the button that has a picture of a house? Just push it and put in the address and follow the directions.”

  “Very cute,” I said. “I’m sure I never would have thought of that. I’m on my way—”

  “Wait, you’ll need the gate code.” Heather rattled off a series of numbers that I added to my notes. “When you get here, I’ll try to be the one to answer the door, but if I’m not, tell whoever lets you in that you’re looking for me.”

  “Whoever? I thought you were—” I began only to have her cut me off.

  “Never mind. When you get here, just call and I’ll run it out to you.”

  “Okay, I’m on my way.” Grabbing my keys, I was almost out the door when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror above the small foyer table. Good grief, I looked like I’d just crawled out of bed. Shoving my phone into the waistband of my boxers, I quickly finger-combed my hair, pawing through the small dish on the table where I’d tossed my keys. Finding a scrunchie, it only took a few quick twists and my curly hair was as tamed as it was going to get without some serious attention. Glancing down, I shook my head. It would take more than a quick ponytail to make myself presentable, and I did not have time for that. What did it matter? I wasn’t going to be getting out of the car. Shrugging, I was halfway across the yard when my foot slid out of its slipper. I’d known they were a size too large when I bought them, but they were the last ones in the bargain bin, and I hadn’t been able to resist. Bending down, I shoved my foot back into the warmth of the shoe and did a shuffle-walk combination the last few feet to my Mini-Cooper.

  After driving for almost an hour, the slightly accented voice of my GPS informed me that I’d arrived at my destination. And what a destination, I thought, shaking my head as I drove by, double-checking the address to confirm I was in the right place. Wow. These people had some serious money if the house was any indication. It was huge! Situated at the top of a small rise, the McMansion sprawled across the lot, a long walkway meandering from the driveway to the front door.

  I knew Heather had been hired to babysit, but she’d failed to mention she’d be doing so while some huge party was going on. The driveway was full of vehicles, so I kept going until I found a spot and squeezed my car in between two luxury SUVs. The fact that my parking place was directly beneath a street light was good from a safety viewpoint, but it only made me seriously regret my decision not to take the time to change my clothes. Running through the drive-thru at Starbucks on my way over was one thing… walking up what seemed to be a mile-long drive in my ratty clothing was quite another. Sighing, I climbed out of the car. Turning back, I squatted down and shoved my hand as far as it could go under the seat, my fingers scrabbling over carpet and metal. I distinctly remembered that I had my cell phone when I left the house but had discovered it had gone missing when I couldn’t find it for the barista to scan. Instead of using the Starbucks app to pay for my latte, I’d had to dig through the glove compartment to grab my emergency cash. How I’d lost my phone was a mystery.

  Admitting defeat, I stood and closed the door. I just prayed no one decided to leave the party. It would be highly embarrassing to be caught in my jammies. Hurrying up the walk, the air was filled with the very pleasant scent of flowers. A water feature ran along the entire side of one immense wall, the stream cascading to disappear into a gorgeous bed artfully designed with a variety of plants. Solar lighting illuminated the blooms as well as the occasional sparkle of droplets as they bounced off shiny river rocks. Finally reaching the double doors, I rang the bell before wrapping my arms around my torso and squeezing my thighs together.

  “Shit! Come on, Heather! Hurry up,” I mumbled, glancing behind me as if expecting to see a late-arriving guest frowning at the inappropriately attired visitor who dared to enter their exclusive enclave. I was seriously regretting that venti-size caramel macchiato that I’d substituted for my abandoned hot chocolate. Those twenty ounces combined with the cold and the occasional splatter of moisture from the fountain had me shivering and really needing to pee. Reaching up, I jabbed the button a second time and then lifted the heavy knocker, letting it drop just in case the bell wasn’t working. When the door still didn’t open, I decided the music must be too loud for anyone to hear. Trying the knob and finding it turned easily, I still hesitated. Despite my attire, I hadn’t been raised without manners, but having to choose between proper etiquette and peeing myself, I’d choose a little breaking and entering anytime. Decision made, I opened the door and slipped inside.