Book Title: Dear Daddy, Please Hold Us
Author: Colette Davison
Publisher: Independently Published
Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood
Release Date: December 8, 2020
Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Romance
Trope/s: MMM, Daddy kink, age gap, age play
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 70 000 words
It is a standalone story.
It’s part of the Naughty or Nice multi-author series.
Buy Links – Available on Kindle Unlimited
All Zeke wants for Christmas is a Daddy for two. Can his wish come true?
If I could make one wish this Christmas, it would be for a Daddy with a big enough heart for two. We both want a Daddy who can be loving, but also firm when he needs to be, who enjoys spanking his boys and making their asses red, and with big enough arms to hold us both.
We need a Daddy who can help us let go and relax.
Lastly, but probably most importantly, we need a Daddy who can meet both our needs. I don’t have many boundaries as long as I can trust my Daddy, and I’m open to trying new things. Rett…well, he’s a little more reserved but he has a huge heart, and he’s the sweetest boy you’ll ever meet.
Here’s the thing, Santa: I have a little over a week to convince Rett to stay. I don’t know if you can magic up a Daddy who can love us both, but I’m making this wish anyway.
Dear Daddy, Please Hold us is an MMM Christmas romance, with a pair of army brats, an Englishman in New York who knows how to handle them, a purple triceratops teddy, and lots of sweet cuddles.
This book is part of the Naughty or Nice multi-author series. Each book 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?
Dear Daddy, Please Hold Us
MMy Thoughts and Confessions:
Christmas books are a dime a dozen. So, for a Scrooge-like me, finding ones that are not only good the first time, but good enough to tuck away to read again is like weeding through a bin of “FREE Left Foot Shoes Only,” in the hopes a right shoe was miraculously left as well. Miracles HAVE been known to take place before if those sappy movies on the *Hallmark* channel are anything to go by. Right?
Well, in this sugary decadent and so naughty it’s a satisfying story, we find a darling boy at his wit’s end. He and his dearest friend in the world have been traveling the globe for a couple of years and on the last leg of their journey real life is staring down at them like a sharpshooter through a scope. In a few more weeks one must return to the UK because his Visa will expire. The two men love one another so very much, they just aren’t intimately compatible because they are both submissives, one inherently so.
Enter the Christmas Miracle… Or one very compassionate and caring Daddy Dom. Though Micah isn’t new to the lifestyle, he has never taken on two boys, especially two quite different boys, like sweet “Little” Rett and naughty “Bratty Middle” Zeke. After reading the heartfelt letter to Santa, that Zeke submits to the dating site all three men are members of, however, Micah knows he wants to do all he can to make the boys’ wishes come true.
I think I might say this after every one of Colette’s books BUT, and it’s a big one…THIS is my favorite story by Colette Davison so far. This book is full of silliness and fun, seriousness and cuddles, facing down ghosts and knowing you are not alone. I loved every bit of this story and did not want it to end. The men were all so different, but when put together created the most beautiful picture.
If you love polyamory or Daddy/ boy relationships, this is the one-holiday story that will make you squeal with delight at all the feels.
Sharonica Stars: 5.00 christmas-perfection-no-miracle-needed-stars
I received a complimentary copy of this book from Gay Book Promotions to read and review.
As they helped me clean up after dinner, I tried to work out what kind of scene would make them both feel cared for and wanted in equal measure.
Then came a moment when we were all in closer quarters than we had been the whole evening. There wasn’t a lot of space between the kitchen counters and the breakfast bar, so while Rett was loading the dishwasher, I was drying the pots that couldn’t go in, and Zeke was putting the wine glasses away, both young men were within touching distance.
I put down the pot I was drying and the tea towel, and as soon as Zeke had closed the cupboard door, I hooked my finger through his belt loop, tugged him close, and mashed my lips to his in a commanding kiss. He let out a throaty chuckle. When he pressed his body against mine, I felt the makings of an erection through his jeans.
Rett was crouched down by the open dishwasher, eyes wide as he watched us. Had he ever seen his best friend kiss another man before? As I wrapped one arm around Zeke’s back, I wriggled my fingers at Rett, inviting him to join us. For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t, but then he stood, closed the dishwasher, and edged closer, one tentative step at a time. As soon as he was close enough, I put my arm around his waist and pulled him to me. They were standing shoulder to shoulder, their bodies tracing mine. I tore my mouth from Zeke’s and, with his saliva still damp on my lips, kissed Rett.
“Oh, Daddy, that’s hot,” Zeke breathed as he watched the two of us kiss.
Hearing him call me ‘Daddy’ sent blood pulsing to my cock. It was good to know Zeke felt comfortable enough to say it, and it made me long for the moment ‘Daddy’ would cross Rett’s lips too.
Rett put his hand on my chest and gripped my shirt in his fingers. He relaxed a little against me, but there was still far too much tension in his slender body.
“Now kiss each other,” I commanded.
They didn’t hesitate. They kissed each other dirtily for me, sucking each other’s tongues as I held them. Then Zeke’s mouth was on mine again, and a few seconds later, I was kissing Rett once more. Zeke sought out Rett’s neck with his mouth, sucking and kissing in a way I was sure was going to leave a mark. Rett moaned as we both lavished attention on him, and his body became a little more pliant in my arms.
I ran my hands down to their arses and squeezed, tugging them so I could feel every inch of their bodies against mine.
“Let’s move to the bedroom.”
About the Author
Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.
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