Dirty Daddies Anthology ~ Excerpt
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About Dirty Daddies Anthology
Title: Dirty Daddies
Author: Anthology
Genre: Contemporary LGBTQ+ Romance
A DADDY FOR EVERYONE…
Available for a limited time, this collection of twenty-five sexy-as-sin romances star Daddy Doms who demand obedience and require your total surrender.
Whether you like Cowboy Daddies, Dark Daddies, Doctor Daddies, Stern Daddies, Shifter Daddies, Alien Daddies, or LGTBQ Daddies, there is a Daddy waiting for you. This deliciously naughty collection of all-new stories, penned by some of the best authors in the genre, is bursting with HOT, raw Daddy Dom action that’s sure to leave you breathless.
Don’t Keep Your Daddy Waiting…
Featuring stories from USA TODAY and International Bestselling authors.
Excerpt from Feisty
© 2021
Anthology Authors
In the seedy, underground club, I take a mouthful of whisky to mask my pounding fury. All around me sit shadowy figures with baseball caps pulled low over their faces or bandanas around their mouths and noses, while young and drugged up women are paraded in front of us, some with vacant expressions, some with barely concealed terror. The first round are the girls and women who aren’t virgins, and they’re all dressed like colorful, flashy strippers with most of their flesh on display. My heart is in my mouth as each woman is dragged on stage with a chain around her neck. The bidding is humiliating for the women. Some go for as little as a thousand dollars. A thousand for a human life. It’s disgusting.
After an hour, the unseen woman running the auction announces over the speakers that the first round is over and the virgins will be next, and I sit upright in shock. Scarlet hasn’t appeared. They’ve killed her. I’ll burn this place down. I’ll murder every last person in this club with my bare—
Before I can leap out of my seat, Scarlet is dragged on stage by a chain around her neck.
My whole world turns crimson with bloodlust at the sight of her terrified face.
The man holding the chain.
The invisible woman calling my girl, “Lot one-one-seven” instead of her name.
The buyers all around me devouring Scarlet with greedy eyes.
I’ll kill them all.
Focus. I’ll get Scarlet safely away from here, and later I can take as much revenge as I want.
I listen to the bids going up and up. Twenty thousand. Twenty-five thousand. The bids dwindle until there’s just one man left. He’s wearing a cheap shirt and a twisted, triumphant sneer on his lips, and he’s staring at Scarlet like she’s a butterfly and he’s craving to pull her wings off.
“One hundred thousand dollars,” I call out.
Purple shirt man glares at me. He opens his mouth like he wants to make another bid, and then takes an angry swig of his drink.
The room is silent.
“Lot one-one-seven, sold to bidder nineteen.”
I stand up and stride to the back of the room where the bursar is waiting at a laptop and complete the Bitcoin transaction. No cash and credit cards here, only cryptocurrency that can’t be traced.
Then I’m led into a side room and told to wait for my goods.
A few minutes later, a door opens and Scarlet is thrust inside. She stumbles, and as she looks up at me with haunted eyes, she bursts into tears. I draw her into my arms and cradle her against my chest, murmuring soft words as she heaves against me. Her whole body is shaking in fear. “It’s all right. Daddy’s got you.”
“How did you find me here? Did Zac tell you? Mr. Ventura, I’m so sorry. I don’t understand how this happened.”
I take her tearstained face in my hands and kiss her tears from her cheeks. She’s warm and alive, and she’s mine. All mine. “I’m just relieved I got you back.”
“Please take me home.”
My smile is devilish. Home, to those assholes who didn’t even know she was gone? I don’t fucking think so. “I can’t do that, babygirl. I paid a lot of money for you and now you’re in my debt. How are you going to pay me back?”
She swallows and her face falls. “Of course I’ll pay you back, every cent. I’m a hard worker.”
I shake my head. “On minimum wage with a skating career to support? I’d like to see return on my investment before I die.”
“Investment?” she echoes.
“Either you’re mine for the next month…or I put you right back in that room and those men can fight over you. Your choice. Oh, and one more thing.” My smile widens. “Don’t call me Mr. Ventura. Call me Daddy.”
Scarlet is staring at me like she doesn’t recognize me. This is me, rosebud. I’m done playing nice.
“Daddy?”
It’s a question, not an address, but that sweet word twines through me and short-circuits the last of my patience. I take her hand and tug her toward the door. She can get used to her new reality later. I need to get her in my house, now.
In my bedroom. In my bed.
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Anthology Authors
NRenee Rose
Laylah Roberts
Pepper North
Brianna Hale
Livia Grant
Golden Angel
Sinistre Ange
Stella Moore
Emily Tilton
Maggie Ryan
Kara Kelly
J.M. Dabney
Shane Starrett
Kessily Lewel
Measha Stone
Raisa Greywood
Becca Jameson
Tess Summers
Layne Daniels
Paige Michaels
M.A. Innes
Jacki James
Susan Hawke
Nora Phoenix
Allysa Hart and Rayanna Jamison
Maren Smith
