Dear Daddy, Please Keep Me

by Morticia Knight

Dear Daddy, Please Keep Me - Morticia Knight
Part of the Naughty or Nice series:
  • Dear Daddy, Please Keep Me
Editions:Kindle - First: $ 4.99

Dear Santa,

For Christmas this year, may I please get my very own Daddy who is looking for a boy to keep? Because I’m a little, I need lots of cuddles and attention. So, a Daddy who can only see me on occasion, or who’s never been a Daddy before, probably won’t want me. Maybe I need two Daddies? I promise I’ll be the bestest boy ever! I pick up my toys, do my chores and take my naps without argument. And since I’m not little all the time, I can also keep my Daddy happy in other ways.

I hope you can find me a Daddy who was meant for me. I haven’t had anyone take care of me in a long time and I’m feeling lost. Santa, I’ve been a very good boy this year, so pretty please can you make my Christmas wish come true?

Love,

Eric

Dear Daddy, Please Keep Me is part of the Naughty or Nice multi-author series. From this installment, you can expect a healthy dose of fluff, a large Squishmallow collection, inappropriate peppermint stick usage and two silver fox Daddies. Each book in the Naughty or Nice series can be read as a standalone, but there are so many boys hoping that holiday magic will bring them their perfect Daddy, why not grab them all?

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Publisher: Knight Ever After Publishing
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Pairings: M-M-M
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 3 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Age Difference, Big Character / Little Character, InstaLove / Love at First Sight, May/December, Menage, True Love
Word Count: 52500
Setting: Denver, Colorado
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Excerpt:
“Are you sure my hair isn’t too poofy? I didn’t have time to get it trimmed.”
Eric considered his hideous reflection, fighting the urge to burst into tears. But he was determined to hold it in. He’d already concluded that red swollen eyes would be much worse than lopsided hair.
“It’s fine.” Kira huffed and patted the waves. He batted her hand away.
“Don’t make it worse!”
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Eric’s shoulders dropped. “I’m sorry, Kiki. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I mean sure, I get nervous when I meet a new guy, but this is guys. I have double the pressure to impress.”
“Okay.” She held up her palms. “You don’t have to leave for another thirty minutes, right?”
Eric scraped his teeth over his bottom lip as he considered whether he should shave off his beard. Even though it was in his profile pic, lots of Daddies didn’t care for one on a boy. However, he hated the way his face looked without it. He might be a little, but that didn’t mean he wanted to go around appearing as if he were twelve. The fact that he was also short and scrawny didn’t help much.
“Hey.” Kira snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Are you paying attention?”
“Huh?” Eric regarded Kira’s irritated reflection. “Oh, sure. Thirty minutes. I leave in thirty minutes.”
Sometimes he answered people’s questions in his mind but forgot to share the response out loud. Warp speed was his natural setting.
“Then for the love of all that is holy, sit down for a minute. Take some calming breaths. Do you have any chamomile tea?”
Eric frowned. “Tea? Why would I have tea?”
He had apple juice, chocolate milk and plain ol’ water. The last thing he needed was coffee, and soda was a treat that only made him more hyper. He didn’t think he’d bought a bag of tea in his life.
Eric noted that Kira seemed as if she were at the brink of imploding in aggravation.
“Never mind the tea. Can you at least relax for a sec? I’ll make sure to drop you off in plenty of time.”
He’d gotten a lucky break that neither he nor Kira had to be into work until three that day. Taking the bus in the snow was a true recipe for disaster. His hair and cute, pink ankle boots would never survive the journey. With that in mind, he supposed taking a moment to regroup wasn’t a bad idea.
“Okay, I can do that.”
Eric scanned his small, messy room for seating options and determined his bed was the only recourse. Clothing that he hadn’t gotten around to hanging up were piled on his one chair with the dirty ones dumped on the floor next to it in a heap. Being without a Daddy for so long had made a negative impact on his life. If his new Daddies saw his room right now, they’d probably want nothing to do with him. Especially after promising in his letter he was a good boy who always picked up after himself. Eric dropped on his bed.
They’re not your Daddies yet.
The reminder to himself didn’t help. Now he was even a bigger wreck. At least he’d been able to find a pair of pants that were perfect for his outfit, but still allowed enough room for his pull-ups. He only wore them when he was under extreme stress, and this meeting qualified to the tenth power.
Eric glanced up as his door creaked open. At some point while he’d been pondering the state of his room, Kira must’ve left. She stood in the threshold holding his Paw Patrol sippy cup. He automatically reached for the comforting item, then snatched his hand back.
Kira furrowed her brow. “You’re not using them anymore?”
He shook his head in frustration. “I use one all the time. But if I drink too much, I’ll have to pee the minute I get there.”
After setting the cup on his cluttered dresser, Kira tip-toed over the mess on his floor and plopped down next to him. She gingerly put her arm around his shoulders. Eric imagined she was probably afraid he’d freak out if she accidentally brushed against his hair.
“Eric,” she said softly. “They’re going to adore you, I just know it. And if they don’t? They’re not good enough for you anyway. You deserve the best. Not those fly-by-night wannabe Daddies. We made sure to put that part in the letter about no newbie Daddies. I’m betting they’ve had lots of boys.”
Eric tensed, his jaw falling open. “You think so?” He sighed. “Great. They’re probably Daddy players. I’ll just be another notch on their boy belt.”
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About the Author

Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little hearts desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share—her adventures as a published author began in 2011. Since then, she’s been fortunate enough to have several books on bestseller lists along with titles receiving recognition in the Rainbow Book Awards, Divine Magazine and Love Romance Café.

Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the North Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men, she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.


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