Table of Contents
Prologue
Prologue
Epilogue
Prologue
Epilogue
Author’s Note
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Prologue: Michael Vanderbilt
Michael
Emily Carter
Emily
Author’s Note:
About the Author
Prologue: Marshall
Virginia
Marshall
Prologue: Jackson Leeman
Fiona Breckinridge
Jackson
Fiona
Lena
Colt
Payton
Dakota
Dahlia
Lucas
Bianca
Hunter
Single Dad Boss: A Small Town Romance
Kara Hart
Copyright © 2017 by Kara Hart
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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
Contents
Author’s Note
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Prologue: Michael Vanderbilt
1. Michael
2. Emily Carter
3. Michael
4. Emily
5. Michael
6. Emily
7. Michael
8. Emily
9. Michael
10. Emily
11. Emily
12. Michael
13. Emily
14. Michael
15. Emily
16. Michael
17. Emily
18. Michael
19. Emily
20. Michael
21. Emily
22. Michael
23. Emily
24. Michael
25. Emily
26. Michael
27. Emily
28. Author’s Note:
About the Author
Prologue: Marshall
29. Virginia
30. Marshall
31. Virginia
32. Marshall
33. Virginia
34. Marshall
35. Virginia
36. Marshall
37. Virginia
38. Marshall
39. Virginia
40. Marshall
41. Virginia
42. Marshall
43. Virginia
44. Marshall
45. Virginia
46. Marshall
47. Marshall
48. Virginia
49. Marshall
50. Virginia
51. Marshall
52. Virginia
53. Virginia
54. Marshall
55. Virginia
56. Marshall
57. Virginia
58. Marshall
59. Marshall
60. Virginia
61. Marshall
62. Virginia
63. Marshall
Prologue: Jackson Leeman
64. Fiona Breckinridge
65. Jackson
66. Fiona
67. Jackson
68. Fiona
69. Jackson
70. Fiona
71. Jackson
72. Fiona
73. Jackson
74. Fiona
75. Jackson
76. Fiona
77. Jackson
78. Fiona
79. Jackson
80. Fiona
81. Jackson
82. Fiona
83. Jackson
84. Fiona
85. Jackson
86. Fiona
87. Jackson
88. Fiona
89. Jackson
90. Fiona
91. Jackson
92. Fiona
93. Author’s Note:
94. Lena
95. Colt
96. Lena
97. Colt
98. Lena
99. Colt
100. Lena
101. Colt
102. Lena
103. Colt
104. Lena
105. Colt
106. Lena
107. Colt
108. Lena
109. Colt
110. Lena
111. Lena
112. Colt
113. Lena
114. Colt
115. Lena
116. Author’s Note:
Prologue
117. Payton
118. Dakota
119. Payton
120. Dakota
121. Payton
122. Dakota
123. Payton
124. Dakota
125. Payton
126. Dakota
127. Payton
128. Dakota
129. Payton
130. Dakota
131. Payton
132. Dakota
133. Payton
134. Dakota
135. Payton
136. Dakota
137. Payton
138. Dakota
139. Payton
140. Dakota
141. Payton
142. Payton
143. Dakota
144. Author’s Note:
Prologue
145. Dahlia
146. Lucas
147. Dahlia
148. Lucas
149. Dahlia
150. Lucas
151. Dahlia
152. Lucas
153. Dahlia
154. Lucas
155. Dahlia
156. Lucas
157. Dahlia
158. Lucas
159. Lucas
160. Dahlia
161. Lucas
162. Dahlia
Epilogue
163. Author’s Note:
Prologue
164. Bianca
165. Hunter
166. Bianca
167. Hunter
168. Bianca
169. Hunter
170. Bianca
171. Hunter
172. Bianca
173. Hunter
174. Bianca
175. Hunter
176. Bianca
177. Hunter
178. Bianca
179. Hunter
180. Bianca
181. Hunter
182. Hunter
183. Bianca
184. Hunter
Epilogue
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Most girls wouldn’t run from the richest man in the city. I guess I’m not most girls. He has a dark secret, and no amount of money can keep it hidden. Then again, I have a
secret of my own. I had his baby, and now both our worlds are crumbling to pieces.
I’ve never backed down from a challenge, and I’ve had my share... But Helena Rollins is in a league of her own. She thinks I’m damaged. Broken. She thinks I’m trouble. Well, maybe she’s right, but she’s wrong about one thing… She’s mine forever, and I’m going to make sure of it this time.
I promised her I'd never let her go. That's why I brought these handcuffs.
Come on, Kitten. Let's go for a ride.
The hardest men take what they want
I play hard. On and off the field.
Lust is HARD. Love is DEEP.
Ripped SEAL. Filthy mouth. Big… gun. What else does a woman need?
You want to play rough? Be careful what you wish for.
I made one big mistake that almost ruined my life -- I had the quarterback’s baby.
Prologue: Michael Vanderbilt
“I want this to be our little secret,” I whisper. My heart is beating at an undeniable pace. No, it’s pounding against my chest, ready to break through my sternum. The cards are stacked against me. This is too much. She is too much.
Her chest against mine, our hands clawing with anticipation. Our lips smash together, our tongues curl and hold on with all their might. We’re tired from lust. She’s ready to be taken.
“Just hold me closer,” she whispers back. “Please. I want this to last forever.”
Emily Carter is the woman every man dreams about. On those lonely nights, I hear that feminine whisper and I can’t help but feel her close to me.
“I’ll never let go,” I tell her. Our lips tuck under each other, vowing promises we know we can’t fulfill. Yet, we lie all the same. We yearn for the struggle of misunderstanding, in hopes that it can all be perfect, just for one day. This perfect thing we’ve built… it can’t last forever.
She doesn’t know where the pain leads. Up the stairs of my house, past the divorce papers of my ex-wife, all the way to my daughter’s room. And I’m left struggling to hold on. I move backwards, lower myself down to the bed, and pull the covers over my head. No one knows my needs. When I wake up, she’s gone. I’m gone. It’s all fucking gone.
1
Michael
I don’t feel a thing anymore. What’s worse is that I still love you. But I’m not in love with you, Michael. If you want me to stay, I’ll simply be a roommate. Let me go. Just let me go, already.
The words of my ex-wife Susan still reverberate in my mind, like it just happened. I didn’t know what to say or do. I just felt cold. No, I felt numb, like all the energy had been sucked out of my body. I always thought divorce would end with rage, with utter animosity. Instead, it ended with absolute-nothing.
She didn’t want anything from me. I had my house, my money, my car, and my child. Joint custody is what we agreed on. Well, it’s what she wanted anyway. She could have taken all my material possessions. None of that mattered to me. Still, she didn’t want any of that. She just wanted to be away from me.
But why?
That’s the question I keep asking myself. Why? It’s fucking torture following that train of thought. I never knew myself, that’s why. I never realized what it took to be a husband. Hell, we got married young. We didn’t know what we were doing.
Years later, I’ve realized a lot about myself and my spouse. Susan didn’t give me what I wanted, so I didn’t give her what she needed. Now, I’m alone.
The terms of the divorce were simple: Leave her alone, take care of Lisa, and run the business. Only problem is we own the business together. Till death do us part, right? Well, sure. Except for the fact that she hasn’t seen the inside of the shop in years. She got out and she got what she wanted. I won’t fight her on that. I’m too damn tired to fight that woman anymore.
Hanson takes off his glasses and wipes the sweat off his forehead. “You still thinking about that bitch?” he asks me.
“Come on,” I laugh. “Me? No. But don’t call her a bitch, okay?”
“Whatever, man,” he sighs and goes back to sanding the wood.
I’ve owned Vanderbilt Carpentry for over five years now and still, Hanson talks back to me as if I’m not his boss. I can’t deal with the man right now. Besides, we have a new position we’re trying to fill and I need to keep my head clear.
“So, are you ready to do the interviews?” I ask. “We’ve got about a week left before the big jobs start.”
“I’m ready, as always. I still don’t get why you need another hand around here though. You know I can handle myself around the shop. What’s another couple of jobs going to do to me?” he asks.
“It’s a liability,” I tell him. “Plus, I’ve got the kid soon, for like three weeks.”
“Three weeks? You serious?” he asks.
“Yeah, Susan is going to Bimini or something. I don’t know. Her boyfriend is taking her on a romantic getaway. She’s practically rubbing it in my face because I could never afford to do that for her.” I laugh, but it’s hardly funny.
“You mean, she’s using the business money to buy margaritas, while you slave away and give the kid her milk,” he says.
“It’s just for a little while. I’m using the money too, Hanson. Fuck off.” I smile.
“On what? New Scholastic books for the kid? Dude, you really need to go out with me tomorrow night. I think it’ll be good for you. We’ll hit the bar. Who knows? Maybe you can bag some pussy, for once in your life.”
“I have too much shit to take care of,” I protest.
“Look, I know for a fact women are obsessed with you. You’ve had countless offers from them, like every single time we go out. I shouldn’t even be offering to go with you because it only hurts my chances, but as a friend, I need you to not be so arrogant all the time. Stop turning these women down!”
I laugh and nod my head. It’s true. I’ve never had a hard time with women. I’m a carpenter, I take care of my body, and I’ve got a confidence most men kill for. It’s just that, ever since the divorce, it has all seemed so pointless. “Honestly, there’s just no one that really stands out. They’re all pretty… boring.”
“You don’t have to like their personality to fuck them, you know.” He rolls his eyes and goes back to sanding the stool he’s been working on.
I’m not like that. Sex? Yeah, I live for it. But I’d rather get to know the person before they ride my cock raw. That’s just the way I am. I want a connection. I want to fuck their mind, soul, and body.
I want more than a cold fuck. I want true satisfaction.
2
Emily Carter
Losing him was like losing everything. Punched in the stomach, a knife in the back… call it what you will. In the end, I knew it was all my fault. That’s why I came here to Kentucky. I needed to get away as fast as I could. I needed a breath of fresh air. Chicago just wasn’t cutting it for me.
I have to admit, I haven’t found my place here yet. I haven’t even found a job, let alone too many friends. Though, I have faith in things that don’t seem all too clear to me yet. A girl has to have some hope. Otherwise, what would I end up with?
Today is, what I hope to be, the last day of my job searching. I’ve applied everywhere. Clothing stores, restaurants, bars, but now I’m taking drastic measures. I click on the link for a part-time entry level position to become a carpenter. I know. It’s not my first pick.