My Daddy, My Choice

By Avery Mist

Alex never expects to fall in love with an older man, but Thad saves his life from a creepy guy named Jeremy.

 

Thad runs to Alex's rescue after watching Alex get invited inside by Jeremy from his window. Jeremy seduces men with the promise of modeling jobs, but Thad knows better. Thad knows Alex is too innocent to mingle with scum like his neighbor Jeremy. Thad expects nothing from Alex for saving him, knowing their age difference is extreme. Thad only wants to make sure the boy is safe.

Alex invites Thad for coffee as a thank you, and their connection is instant. What will happen when one coffee turns into dinner and a whole lot more?

My Daddy, My Choice is a heartwarming m/m standalone with instant love, daddy/little romance, sweet heat, low angst, and a HEA.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Avery Mist
• Release date: Nov 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9798223894155

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MY DADDY, MY CHOICE

MM Gay Age Gap Romance

Avery Mist

To my readers,

thank you for making my dreams come true

CHAPTER ONE

Alex

People told me Thad was too old, but they didn’t know him like I did. He saved me. If it weren’t for Thad, I would be ruined. Nobody could tell me he was inappropriate for me because I loved him. Thad protected me. He cared for me. Who would I be without Thad by my side? Thad became my everything, my daddy. I loved him with all my heart and didn’t care what anyone had to say.

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Alex

It all started when I was walking down the street on a chilly spring day in Chicago. The sun was staying out later, but the trees had yet to bud. There were still freezing nights, and I couldn’t wait for them to end. I’d had enough of winter for one year and was ready to splash around on the beaches of Lake Michigan. They were one of the few reasons I hadn’t given up on my dreams of becoming a dancer and moving back to the small country town from where I’d come.

Hey, come over here, a man said. I looked up and saw a pair of stunning blue eyes staring at me. The man was handsome, but he looked like he could sell drugs. He had a hood over his head. Tattoos on his neck. Shifty eyes.

I kept walking without paying him any attention. Weirdos were all over the city, and I wanted nothing to do with them.

Psst, I have a deal for you pretty boy. The man’s hissing caught my attention, but his compliment made my stomach turn.

Please, I don’t want any problems, I said. I was already a few steps past him. All I had to do was keep walking with my head down, but he wouldn’t leave me alone. He followed me to the end of the block, placing his hand on my shoulder when I came to a stop because of the traffic. Hey, let go of me.

Nobody around us tried to intervene. I want to offer you a job. I’m a modeling scout, the man said. My name is Jeremy.

My gut told me this stranger looked nothing like a modeling scout, but I followed him like a fool. Nobody turned to watch us leave. We walked several feet to a metal door tucked away in an alley covered in graffiti. I swallowed and told myself I didn’t need money bad enough to follow Jeremy into the dark staircase, but he turned around and flashed me a smile.

What’s wrong? I promise nothing bad will happen. We’re just going to take some test shots.

I couldn’t explain why I followed Jeremy upstairs, but I did. How had I gone from wanting to dance to following a strange man up a creepy staircase knowing good and well he could murder me? He could chop me up into little bits and dump me around the city. Would anyone but my parents miss me if he did? I had friends in the city, but we were all secretly competing. If anyone found success, we feigned excitement and quickly excluded them from activities.

To my relief, there were cameras and background screens when we got upstairs to Jeremy’s studio. My body grew unsettled as I registered the details of the room. There were dildos, a bowl