A Daddy for Christmas

Release Date: November 27, 2017

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A Daddy For Christmas

A Daddy for Christmas is a sexy collection of ALL-NEW age play

romances, brought to you by six USA Today and international

bestselling authors. Daddy always knows best, and the young

ladies in these smoking hot novellas are lucky to have the firm

guidance of a father figure during the most magical time of the

year. Grab some hot chocolate, snuggle up in your favorite reading

spot, and let these dominant but loving daddies take charge.

Featuring….

Papa’s Little Bride by Sue Lyndon

Build-A-Daddy by Maren Smith

Santa Daddy by Katherine Deane

Mountain Man Daddy's Christmas Surprise by Kara Kelley

The Daddy Contract by Adaline Raine

His Little Noelle by Maggie Ryan

Publisher’s Note:

The stories included in this romantic age play collection contain

spankings, sexual scenes, and other naughtiness sure to keep you

warm during the holidays. Please do not purchase this box set if

such material offends you.

Kimmie's Note:

I have listed each story separately so

my review is listed separately with each.

This is a wonderful set of books. I was completely blown

away. They are all so well-written and thought out. I plan to

read more books by these authors. This is why I love

anthologizes, they introduce you to an author you may not

have picked up on your own. As they are short stories each

review will be short to.

Papa’s Little Bride by Sue Lyndon:

When Kingston proposes marriage to Faith a few
weeks before Christmas, he’s upfront about his
expectations in a bride. Not only is she to call him
Papa, but she’ll be under his complete authority
and subject to his discipline. She soon thrives
under his guidance and finds herself falling for her
strict but loving Papa. But despite her newfound
happiness, she can’t help but worry something
will go wrong. Is their arrangement too good to be
true, or has she finally found her forever home?

This story is Faith and Kingston's or Papa as he wants her to

call him. This is a dynatopian story set in th far future. But it is

like the world has gone back in time and it is like in the

1700's. Faith has just been turned out of the orphanage and

is looking for a job when he finds her. He has the most usual

proposition for her. And she accepts but then she hears

something she should not have and runs away. Now he has

to find her. Let's hope he does in time.

My sweet, but naughty, little girl obediently lays over my lap. A thrill jolts through me to have her in this position, with her bottom jutted up high and her legs slightly parted to reveal the slickness glimmering at the slit of her smooth pink cunny. She soon gasps and tries to place her thighs together, and I respond by shifting her over one knee, forcing her legs to fall open. I clamp my free leg atop her fidgeting ones and cup her behind cheeks, each in turn, massaging and inspecting her luscious pale globes.

“You will remain spread like this during your punishment, young lady. There will be no hiding from Papa. Your cunny will remain on full display at all times while I’m reddening your bottom cheeks. I realize this might embarrass you, especially because I’ll be able to see every little glimmer of moisture, and no doubt when you squirm, your secret inner folds, but you were a naughty little girl and this added embarrassment is part of your punishment. This is what happens to naughty little girls. They get turned over their papa’s knee for a good, hard spanking.” With that, I raise my hand and let the first strike fall. My palm descends on her right cheek with a resounding smack, and I waste no time in delivering the second blow to her left cheek.

“Oh! Ouch!” She wiggles, but I easily hold her in place.

“None of that,” I scold, alternating smacks from one reddening cheek to the other, peppering her entire bottom with sharp swats. “You’re getting this spanking whether you like it or not.”

Sue Lyndon Bio & Social Media

USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes steamy
D/s romance in a variety of genres, everything from
contemporary to historical to fantasy. But no matter the
genre, her heroes are always HOT dominant alpha males.
She's a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories,
including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes
non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury.
When she's not busy working on her next book, you'll find
her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies,
reading, or sneaking chocolate.

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Build-A-Daddy by Maren Smith:

For Aubrey, when an impromptu trip to
Build-A-Bear leads to an unexpected rescue by
the cowboy Daddy of her dreams, she thinks her
deepest, most secret wish about to come true.
Sometimes it’s a brand new stuffy at Christmas
time; sometimes, it’s a whole lot more.

Holy freaking God what a book. This book is Branch and on

Audrey's story. When she visits Build-A-Bear shop she needs

to the wonderful little old lady who just so happens to be a

little unusual. Then she builds her bear so just so happen to

meet a man just like the bear she built. This is asleep the

whole story right down to their reaction to the people in the

other room at the hotel I loved it. And then her mom and

dad's little tidbit at the end was wonderful. The only thing

I wish was the story was just a little longer. I'm hoping when

I go look for more books by Maren that I will find more

stories like this one.

She wished she hadn’t stopped in Wichita for that Five-Hour Energy shot with a forty-ounce Code Red chaser.

“I really have to pee,” she told her bear. Supposedly, somewhere in all that fast-falling snow was a bathroom. She couldn’t think of anything more stupid than blindly setting out in search of it. On the other hand, if she just sat here, she was going to wet her pants and these were cloth seats. Also, her Little didn’t like diaper play.

Wind buffeted the car. Already swirling snow was building on the windows. Even with the heater running, it was storming hard enough to blanket all but the sections of glass closest to the vents. The underside melted, but the upper layer accumulated, growing thicker by the minute. She watched thin rivulets of water slip along under the snow like tears.

Why was it that the longer a person thought about having to pee, the worse the sensation became? The pressure of the seatbelt was too much, so Aubrey took it off. She tried to find a more comfortable, less bladder-crunched way to sit. She bounced a couple times. It wasn’t working. In the short amount of time she’d spent parked here, the swirling storm had completely covered every window and presumably, the rest of her vehicle. Getting out was a bad idea, but she had to do something to relieve the pressure.

Leaning over the backrest, she hooked her jacket off the rear seat and pulled it on. She shoved open the driver’s-side door just in time to see bright, yellow light splash over the door and her arm. She yanked her arm back in just as the pickup truck slid to a stop beside her, shaving the door clean off her car.

In the half-second of heart-pounding quiet which directly followed, there was a lot Aubrey couldn’t remember. She didn’t remember crab-crawling into the passenger seat until her back butted against the other door. She sure didn’t remember grabbing Potentially Demonic Bear because never in her wildest imaginings did she imagine hugging him would have saved her from anything. At best, he was only a Build-A-Bear, he just didn’t have that kind of power. At worst… well, the jury was still out on which side of the whole Good vs. Evil Spectrum he swung.

Staring wide-eyed and horrified at the jet-black truck and gaping snow-filled hole where her door used to be, Aubrey honestly didn’t know if she’d screamed. She couldn’t remember making a sound. Not until that truck rocked, the window cranked down, and a dark-haired man in a well-worn brown felt cowboy hat popped his head into view. The truck was high enough, so he had to scrunch down to see her, but his eyes were no less wide than hers, and when he saw her, his face paled.

“Christ on a cracker,” he swore, peering through the narrow gap between the bottom of his window frame and the top of her now quite broken car. “Lady, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t see a thing.”

In that instant, two thoughts centered themselves in her mind—a mind blown empty by the shock of what had just happened. First, how was she going to get to Nebraska or hell, even the next town, in a car without a driver’s door? And second, from his hat to the white collar of his t-shirt to the black collar of his leather jacket, the man looked just like her Build-A-Bear. And her Build-A-Bear looked exactly the way she had imagined her cowboy Daddy would when she’d been hugging the little cloth heart.

“Holy shit,” she said stunned, her breath steaming the snow-flecked air as it came swirling into her car. She hadn’t built a bear. “I built a Daddy!”

Maren Smith

“For me, romance and kink have always gone hand in hand. I love

strong, authoritative men—men who are both ready, willing and

able to leave the lady of their choosing red–bottomed and weeping

for her own good. Writing has given me the wonderful freedom to

explore my kinky side without feeling ‘weird’. Even better, with

the invention of the Internet, I can write what I love and know it

will be appreciated by people with the same interests. Although

I’ve been writing spanking romances for more than twenty years,

it’s only been in the last five that I’ve truly broken out of my self-

imposed shell to explore the other aspects of my submissive nature.

Fortunate enough to live with my Dominant, I am an author, a

Little and a submissive for the love of my life. Between that and

my membership at my local Dungeons, there are very few things

that I write about that I haven’t tried at least once.”

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Santa Daddy by Katherine Deane:

Alex and Connor are undercover again,
and it's all fun and games until the caroling starts. Can
Alex make it through this Christmas season
without her usual bah-humbugging? Or will her
Daddy, Connor have to take matters into his own
hands?

Wow just wow! That was such a wonderful story. This is

Conner and Alex story. Now if you have read other books,

but Mrs Deane you will know these two if not no need to

read the other first. Conner and Alex are undercover. Looking

for the drug dealer. Which you will love who is behind the

cheerful people at the mall. And the grumpy Santa and

shopie the baker have a big secret you will love.

Kris Kringle Candy Cane Treatment

Connor was so proud of his brave, little girl. She played hard, she wore her emotions on her sleeve. And he’d known for a long time now that she wanted to go further, but she was scared to try. Luckily, he had gotten an early Christmas present to go with their cane. He laid the cane down on the table and picked up the other item he’d brought back that she hadn’t paid particular attention to. She would soon enough though.

“Okay, little girl. Daddy is going to punish you for being so naughty. He’s going to give you the extra special Kris Kringle candy cane treatment.”

He opened the large candy cane and held it front of her mouth. It was only four inches long and approximately an inch in diameter. The perfect implement for what he had in mind.

“Open your mouth and suck, baby.”

Her eyes widened, but she opened her mouth and accepted the huge peppermint candy with the hook on the end.

He pulled it out and some of her saliva dripped down as he held it in her line of sight. “Do you know where this is going, baby girl?”

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-

published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart.

She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up

with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.

When not reading, or writing, you can find her knitting,

sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her

hands busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft

room, much to her husband’s dismay. In one of her books, an

energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over her husband’s

knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone

crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in

them, give her plenty of ideas to work with.Katherine has

dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she

a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to

incorporate it into her books.

In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one cheesy

scene that makes you cry.

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Mountain Man Daddy’s Christmas Surprise
By Kara Kelley:

Tis the season and Mountain Man Daddy has a lot
to do to surprise his little wife, Avery, with his
change of heart about Christmas, but Rocky, their
pet bear, is acting strange and refuses to leave
Avery’s side. Mountain Man Daddy suspects it’s
one of his past arrests lurking, and he’s more
protective than ever. But when Avery finds out
the real reason, she and her sneaky old
neighbour, Annie, start planning a surprise of their
own.

Oh that was amazing. This was so fun to read. And oh how

I loved Rocky. This is Avery and Mike's story. Rocky is acting

strange and will not leave her side. So they think bad guys

are back and after her again, but man what a gift this is for

them when they find out why. I love this mountain man story

and the offshoot touching on Annie and Hal I so plan to go

find out if there is a book for them too.

“You weren’t coming outside like that, were you?” He yanked off his toque with a growl, kicked off his boots and shucked out of his coat. Snow landed at his feet and began melting.

“I was hot,” she said meekly. “But, no. I just realized what I was wearing and was going to change when you came through the door.”

He hung his coat on the hook and took the mugs from her, holding both handles in one of his large hands so he could brush the snow from his hair and beard.

“Go ahead then, little girl.” He gave her a half smile and her heart fluttered happily. “Not that I don’t enjoy looking at your legs, but you’re going to catch a cold.”

Her brows rose at his words. “Every time you say that I tell you that you don’t catch a cold from the weather, you catch a cold from a virus.” She watched as he rubbed his big hand over his beard seemingly in consideration of her statement. Rocky seemed to grow bored by their conversation and walked to the woodstove, grunted and threw himself down in front of it.

“And every time you say that, I’m usually taking care of you, making you soup and handing you tissues the next week.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s just a coincidence. I’m the one who goes to town and people give me germs.”

“Did you just roll your eyes at me, young lady?” His voice was deep, low and threatening.

She shivered but grinned cheekily. “Umm, I sure did.” She turned, spun on the balls of her feet, and ran into the bedroom, knowing he still held the two cups and would have to set them down before chasing her.

Just as he flew into the room, at a speed a man of his size shouldn’t be capable of, Rocky bustled in behind him.

“Stay back, Mountain Man or my bear will attack,” she said with a giggle, pointing at Rocky. “You hear him growling?”

“Black bears don’t growl, little one.” He stalked closer to the bed, and she scrambled off the other side. Rocky was silently but intently watching.

“Hmm, learn something new every day,” she replied and shifted to match his movement, keeping them an equal distance apart.

“I plan on teaching you something else.”

His smirk was hidden, but she knew by the sparkle in his eyes that he was being playful. Oh, she’d end up over his knee, but it would be for fun and it would end in the most delicious way.

As he lunged across the bed at her, Rocky made a deep pulsing throaty noise that made Mike freeze.

“I thought you said they don’t growl?” Avery’s stomach quivered.

“That wasn’t a growl, Avery, but it was a threat.”

Avery looked at the bear, large and intimidating, filling the doorway with his mass. He hadn’t moved his eyes from Mike for even a second. Mike rolled and sat up on the bed.

“Do you think a huge storm is coming and Rocky’s trying to warn us?” she asked.

“No, he’s protecting you. I’m just not sure why.” Mike scratched his beard, eying the bear warily.

“He’s never done this before. He sees us play all the time. Hell, he’s seen you punishing me.”

“Right.” He narrowed his eyes and shot her a quick warning glance. “Don’t go anywhere alone.”

His deep voice reverberated through her. “What?” Her brow furrowed. “But this is why you taught me how to use the gun, and made me pore over books on wildlife, and got me the car. So I didn’t need a chaperone all the time.”

“Avery, I won’t argue over this. Something’s changed and until I know what it is, you’re on lockdown. You don’t leave this cabin without me.”

He looked at her, the playful sternness replaced by the real kind that made her belly sink like a rock and her nether cheeks tingle in dread.

“Understood?”

“Yes.” She nodded and he rose from the bed. If she couldn’t tell how concerned he was by his pallor and tight expression, she could tell by the way he hadn’t made her repeat her ‘yes’ and add ‘daddy’. Mike was worried. Avery chewed her lip. And that made her worry, too.

About Kara Kelley:

Kara Kelley is a naughty Canuck (that’s a Canadian for those of

you that don’t know), who loves spanks, a little bondage,

tantalizing creative sex (trust me, honey this sh*t is gonna rock our

world) and TIM HORTON’S. She’s full of playful mischief,

loyalty and maybe some stubbornness, but she’ll never admit it.

And she believes living in a secluded cabin in the woods (including

good WIFI, a stocked Kindle, and plenty of chocolate) with her

husband would be absolute bliss.

Kara Kelley:

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The Daddy Contract by Adaline Raine:

Kayleigh Cavett penned a desperate letter to
Santa Claus hoping for her own holiday miracle.
She begged for someone to take care of her and
get her life back on track. The next morning she
awakens to find a stranded Sebastian Cruz, her
brother's best friend and life long crush. When the
handsome lawyer offers to spoil her rotten until
the snow melts, will she accept his terms?

Holy cow that was amazing! This was a nice story, who knew

you could ask for a daddy for Christmas and get one. This is

Kaitlin and Bastian’s story. Some may say Santa did not

bring him but something did. I was thinking was divine

intervention then. Even though they seen each other all

these years it is taking a long time for them to get together.

The way the story ended makes me think there's more to it.

I might not have picked this book up if it had not been in in

this anthology. But I am on the hunt for more books by

Adeline Raine.

"Did you see me on the couch last night?" She twirled a piece of her hair around her finger as she waited for his answer. She was afraid her nighttime recollections might be real. "I thought I fell asleep there."

"Yeah, you feel asleep mostly sitting up. Your body was all scrunched, so I carried you to bed."

"Oh. Well, thank you." She forced a smile. "I don't really remember all the details, but I dreamed you kissed me good-night."

"You opened your eyes and appeared to be wide awake, but I didn't kiss you." He winked. "You did grab my face and kiss me for a while though."

"Hm." She forced her focus on the coffee pot, willing it to brew faster to get her out of this awkward conversation. It hadn't been just a simple peck. No, in her half asleep state, it had turned into a full blown make-out session. No wonder it had felt real. It had been! "So, uh where were you headed before the storm came through?"

"I was on my way to stay with a friend. He and his wife throw a big party every year after Christmas, but I was going to stay a few extra days. The weather thwarted the trip, so I headed this way. I hope you don't mind too much." He grinned. "Am I imposing on your holiday plans?”

"No. I didn't have any to start with. Did Rhett send you out to check on me?" When was the last time they had seen each other? Probably a year to the day. Even without her snowbird parents, this house was the gathering place for Christmas Eve except for this year. Kayleigh had told Rhett she wanted to be alone. Stupid blizzard messed up her agenda of getting drunk and watching sad movies.

"Your brother had nothing to do with the weather. Maybe this storm was supposed to send me here. No one should be alone on Christmas."

His Little Noelle by Maggie Ryan:

Her very name means Christmas, yet she’d never

experienced the magic of the season. Davis is

determined to change that and give his little

Noelle the greatest gift of all... a family.

Oh My Gods I love this story. This was truly a wonderful

story. it was sweet too. but also oh so naughty. This is Noelle

and Davis' story. It opens with a naughty girl and her Daddy

at a party. Let’s just say she kept something from her daddy

that really upset him. And he had to correct that right away.

The story is going great till she gets some news that truly

upsets her and Davis will move the world to make his little girl

happy. I love when he helps her straighten the angle at the

end. And omg the bells and what he does with them lol. so

cannot wait to read more of Maggie Rayn's books.

Davis grinned as he stood beside the bed. “Close your eyes, and don’t open them until I say.”

She immediately obeyed, nipples protruding like hard little bullets at his instruction and the endless possibilities of what her daddy had planned. His roaming fingers and gentle tugs on her nipples had kept her aroused throughout. His strokes across her sex, his quick flicks against her clit had her entire body thrumming. She felt like a fine instrument that he played with expertise, surprising her with the tempo, the cadence of every stroke, every probe, eliciting her vocal accompaniment as he conducted his symphony. He’d left her panting, primed, and so very eager for him to reach for her again, to play the final chord, the crescendo that would fill the air with the sounds of an extremely satisfied woman. Instead, she knelt, her eyes tightly closed, straining to hear his movements, wondering what he was doing.

So badly wanting to peek as she heard him moving about the room, she denied herself, not wanting to ruin the surprise. Even the sinking of the mattress as he joined her on the bed did not cause her eyelids to flutter open. After another moment or two, with a bit more jostling that she couldn’t quite figure out the purpose of, he spoke.

“You may open your eyes.”

Once she did, she could only gape and then giggle. He was sitting with his back against the headboard, a big grin on his face.

“What’s the matter, little girl? Haven’t you ever seen Santa Claus before?” She couldn’t really yet speak as he shook his head, causing the huge pom-pom on the tip of the red hat he wore to sway. Large fingers stroked down the long white beard hanging down to his chest, but it was his free hand—the hand that could deliver devilish pain or provide exquisite pleasure—which encircled his erection, that captured and held her gaze.

“I believe some little girl never got the chance to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what she wanted for Christmas.”

He released his beard and cock and reached for her. Crawling to him, she could feel her face flush and her pussy gush… not to sit on his lap, but to straddle him, her hand replacing his to guide the head of his cock to the entrance of her sex. Lowering down slowly, she moaned as inch by inch she took him inside. His girth always caused a bit of discomfort, yet she didn’t even try to disguise the mews of pleasure she experienced as he slowly filled her.

“Need some help?” he asked, his hands slipping to hold her waist.

“Yes, please,” she managed, gasping when he lifted his hips to drive the final few inches of his shaft deep inside her, pulling her down until her bottom settled on his groin.

“Comfy?” he teased.

“Very,” she said softly, amazed as always that he actually fit inside her.

Davis grinned and allowed his hands to slip behind her, fingers splaying against her buttocks. “I’ve heard you’ve been a very good girl this year.”