A little who is rumored to be ace and a man who says he isn’t a daddy are drawn together by powers greater than the roles of the kink club where they meet. How in all the worlds can they make it work?

Kendry: I’m tired of the daddies who leer, who only want hookups, who don’t see the real me. I still want the social life of the kink club, but I decide to stop dating for a while. I enjoy dressing as a little and going to the club’s book corner to read. I can still have my juice and snacks and see other littles.

Then he walks in. I’ve never seen him before in the daddy/little playroom. He’s too big, too much leather, too much muscle. He comes straight to my corner and wiggles himself into a short, kid-sized chair right next to me. Staring straight ahead, hands folded over his chest, he looks so lonely. I start to read to him.

Zale: In all my years coming to the club, I’ve never bothered with the littles room. First of all, I’m not a daddy. Second, the bottles, the diapers, the pacifiers—all fine and good, just not for me. But I’m tired and need a break. My usual kinks aren’t doing anything for me. I don’t want hookups these days. I’m ready to settle down. I want someone just for me.

Now, looking into the littles playroom, it seems like a nice place to take a break. To relax. Here, there will be no expectations. No come-ons, no stupid pickup lines. I can just sit and watch the pretty boys play.

There’s a sweet little sitting in a corner quietly reading a book. Perfect. I’ll sit over there with him while I reassess my priorities and what I want from my life.

MM romance. (not)Daddy daddy. Definite little. Daddy/little dynamics. Opposites attract. A little teaching daddy-things. Bedtime stories. Sweet bath time. Building a bond. Age gap (10 years). Low angst. High steam. HEA.

This is not a book about an ace character.