Stepdad Diaries Series by Amie Barnes

I'm teaching her a lot more than surfing...After my divorce, I moved to Hawai’i, into the house my grandmother left to me. Now, I’m living the life my ex never wanted. I rise with the sun, I surf every morning, and I manage my little boutique hotel. I’m living the dream. Then the two worlds, past and present, collide when my stepdaughter shows up at my hotel. But she’s not the young girl she was when I last saw her. She’s changed. She’s a woman now. This attraction I feel for her is new... moreI'm teaching her a lot more than surfing...After my divorce, I moved to Hawai’i, into the house my grandmother left to me. Now, I’m living the life my ex never wanted. I rise with the sun, I surf every morning, and I manage my little boutique hotel. I’m living the dream. Then the two worlds, past and present, collide when my stepdaughter shows up at my hotel. But she’s not the young girl she was when I last saw her. She’s changed. She’s a woman now. This attraction I feel for her is new. Even though I should ignore that very attraction, I offer to teach her how to surf anyway. less

It was supposed to be a weekend away with the boys...My two best friends and I pack up and head to my cabin for the weekend only to find that someone's already there. Not only is someone in my cabin, she's naked in the shower. I'm so busy memorizing her body that it takes me a moment to realize who it is — my stepdaughter, Lia. This is going to be one crazy weekend.

I never thought game night would turn into this kind of play... After the divorce, I continued game night with my former stepdaughter, Sage. We go bowling or play miniature golf, until one night Sage wants to play board games at my new house. She comes over looking like she's ready for bed, makes me dinner, and games... board games that is. Only I'm distracted by her lips, her smell, her low cut top. So when she runs out of play money, I offer to buy the shirt off her back... moreI never thought game night would turn into this kind of play... After the divorce, I continued game night with my former stepdaughter, Sage. We go bowling or play miniature golf, until one night Sage wants to play board games at my new house. She comes over looking like she's ready for bed, makes me dinner, and games... board games that is. Only I'm distracted by her lips, her smell, her low cut top. So when she runs out of play money, I offer to buy the shirt off her back. That's when the real games begin. less

When my assistant quits without notice right before Valentine's Day, I'm in a bind. My ex-wife suggests that I hire my former stepdaughter, at least temporarily, to keep up with the demand of the holiday. It seems simple enough. But it's been a long time since I've seen her. She's grown up. She fills my kitchen with her sweet scent and sweeter smiles. Soon, I'm craving her more than most people crave my desserts.

"You need a Mr. Fix-It." That's what I hear my stepdaughter's friend say. Technically, she's my ex-stepdaughter. But when her best friend tells her to get someone to help fix her virginity problem, my thoughts about her are anything but fatherly. I'm here to fix a leaky pipe in the building I own, the one her mother, my ex-wife, is still renting from me. But now I'm seeing her in a different light... more"You need a Mr. Fix-It." That's what I hear my stepdaughter's friend say. Technically, she's my ex-stepdaughter. But when her best friend tells her to get someone to help fix her virginity problem, my thoughts about her are anything but fatherly. I'm here to fix a leaky pipe in the building I own, the one her mother, my ex-wife, is still renting from me. But now I'm seeing her in a different light. And when her friend lets it slip that my stepdaughter has a crush on me, I'm not sure I can resist giving her exactly what she wants. less

It was just supposed to be a massage. I had no idea it would be my ex's daughter who'd be running her hands all over my naked back. I'm about to back out when I realize that me canceling last minute might get her in trouble with her boss. So I buck up and dress down. Only the more she touches me, the more turned on I get. And when she asks me to roll over, well, what's a guy to do?