{"id":257273,"date":"2026-07-13T15:24:55","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T12:24:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/daddys-little-bride-felicity-brandon\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T15:24:55","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T12:24:55","slug":"daddys-little-bride-felicity-brandon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/daddys-little-bride-felicity-brandon\/","title":{"rendered":"Daddys Little Bride – Felicity Brandon"},"content":{"rendered":"
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No holding back.\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d She swallowed at his unrelenting scrutiny. The man had always had the most incredible blue eyes she\u2019d ever known, but their intensity seemed to have grown in the last few moments. \u201cI understand, Daddy.\u201d \u201cI know you need time to think sometimes.\u201d His fingers stroked the edge of her hip. \u201cI get that.<\/p>\n

We all do. But once you\u2019ve had time to muse on matters, I need you to share them with me.\u201d An unexpected sadness glimmered in his eyes, sparking a pang of guilt in her chest. Whatever she\u2019d intended by keeping her feelings to herself, she\u2019d never meant to hurt him. Sophie had forgiven Jared for the things he\u2019d done to her while in therapy a long time ago.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d had to. There was no way to move forward and live a happy life while she clung to the ghosts of the past. There was no malice in her choices now. \u201cI will.\u201d She managed a small smile, reaching for his jaw. \u201cI promise.\u201d \u201cYou promise?\u201d His skepticism was obvious from his tone. \u201cYes, Daddy.\u201d Shifting her hand from his face, she crossed her finger across her breasts. \u201cI cross my heart and hope to die.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s good.\u201d Sarah nodded as she finalized one of Sophie\u2019s honeyed curls, her answer snapping Sophie back to the then and there.<\/p>\n

\u201cMost brides-to-be are.\u201d \u201cI guess I\u2019m not like other brides.\u201d That\u2019s one way of putting it. She shrugged lightly, not wishing to dismantle any of Sarah\u2019s hard work. \u201cReally.\u201d Sarah turned in search of a bobby pin. \u201cWhy\u2019s that?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s complicated.\u201d Sophie\u2019s lips curled. \u201cLet\u2019s just say my fianc\u00e9 and I didn\u2019t meet under regular circumstances.\u201d \u201cMost people meet at work.\u201d Sarah didn\u2019t seem to be listening as she fixed the pin in place.<\/p>\n

Sophie supposed she was glad. She\u2019d rarely told anyone about the origins of their relationship. Some things were just too difficult to explain. \u201cThere.\u201d The middle-aged brunette beamed as she took a step back and admired her work. \u201cAll done. What do you think?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s beautiful.\u201d Sophie turned her head cautiously, scared to dislodge the complex collections of pins and hairspray. Sarah had done a tremendous job creating a look that both held the bulk of her hair up while allowing multiple curls to cascade around her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re welcome.\u201d Sarah patted her shoulder gently. \u201cI\u2019ll leave you in Laura\u2019s capable hands.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2023 by Felicity Brandon This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review. For more information, address: felicitybrandon@felicitybrandonauthor.com This book is entirely a work of fiction.<\/p>\n

The author does not condone, nor endorse any of the acts in this book. Cover design by Wicked Smart Designs Editing by Personal Touch Editing Download your FREE Felicity book here. https:\/\/felicitybrandonauthor.com\/ OceanofPDF.com Sign up for my newsletter and receive a FREE sexy read here! OceanofPDF.com \u201cI fear that he might be my Achilles\u2019 heel. My Romeo to Juliet, my Jack to Rose, my Noah to Allie.\u201d \u2015 Anke van Zweel OceanofPDF.com Prologue Sophie The nightmare came again.<\/p>\n

It came every night. It was never the first dream Sophie slid into as sleep claimed her. Sometimes, it took hours to find her, but in the end, it always arrived, its terror as consuming as the night before. Time after time, she slipped within its dark folds, sometimes aware the events unraveling around her were not real, yet unable to wake and know for sure\u2026 Unable to break free.<\/p>\n

It began as Sophie knew it would\u2014the subtle shift on the bed, the sense she was not alone, although she could never place why. It was easy enough to ignore at first, the furrowing of her brow the only giveaway that she was concerned, but she should have known better. She did know. Soon enough, the dynamic morphed, and once it shifted, there was no escape. As though her rational mind was trying to warn her, she stirred, stretching her hand across the sheet for the man sleeping beside her\u2014for her sanctuary\u2014but she would never reach him.<\/p>\n

As soon as she extended a limb to find him, the real trauma began. Torrid, black heat filled the air around her, making it difficult to pull in a breath as slowly, the bed linen she was curled up on started to move and extend around her. Alarmed, her eyes flew open, but she was still ensconced in the dream, conscious yet fast asleep as time protracted, and her eyes absorbed her fate. \u201cStop!\u201d The murmur came from Sophie, although she scarcely recognized her own voice.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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