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Book Title: A Daddy For Christmas 3: Rowan
Author and Publisher: Colette Davison
Cover Artist: Covers by Jo
Release Date: December 16, 2025
Tense/POV: first person, alternating POV
Genres: Contemporary MM Romance, BDSM
Tropes: grumpy-sunshine, Daddy kink, forced proximity, snowed-in, insta-love, low-angst
Themes: Finding Christmas spirit
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 39 000 words
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger.
It is part of a multi-author series.
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Blurb
When my brother jets off on a last-minute holiday, leaving me to run our business, my plan to avoid Christmas is left in tatters.
The bright side? Is there one? I don’t really do bright sides.
Making use of my brother’s flashy car and his driver, Rowan, is a plus. Sort of. Upbeat personalities aren’t my thing. Despite that, Rowan’s optimism is better than any chisel, chipping away at my stern exterior.
Getting stranded in a snowstorm wasn’t on my itinerary, but here we are, cold and all alone, with no sign of being rescued.
I couldn’t leave Rowan to freeze, could I? As we try to stay warm, I discover something about Rowan which makes me realise we have more in common than I expected.
I’m technically his boss…
…but that doesn’t matter tonight.
Not when working together to raise the temperature in the car has the potential to be so much fun.
But when the storm clears, will I still want to be Rowan’s Daddy?
A Daddy for Christmas 3 is a multi-author series. Holiday tales of boys in need of Daddy’s love and in some cases, a firm hand. Naughty or nice, it’s all in Santa’s hands now. So why not dive in and read each standalone and enjoy the holidays alongside our boys.
Excerpt
“Look lively. Grumpy boss is on the prowl,” Rubin says.
I stand tall and stare in the direction towards Nigel’s office. Damon is standing in the doorway, flicking his gaze around the room. He is so dreamy. Tall, dark hair, a stern expression, and fuck, does he look good in a suit. I don’t know how old he is, but I’d guess he’s in his mid-thirties. If I’m right, he’s around six or seven years older than me, which is perfect. Or it would be, if he weren’t one of my bosses. He’s overdressed compared to everyone else here, but I appreciate the cut of his navy, single-breasted jacket, and his royal blue tie.
I’m overdressed, too. As Nigel’s driver, I need to look as smart as his cars. My official uniform is a charcoal-grey suit and a white shirt, which I jazz up with my choice of ties. Today’s is green with tiny candy canes all over it.
Damon’s piercing stare falls on me. His irises are dark blue, although from this distance his eyes look like shining lumps of coal. “Rowan. Do you have a minute?” He returns to his office without waiting for an answer.
“I will always have a minute for you, handsome,” I mutter under my breath.
“Careful not to trip over your hard-on on the way to his office,” Rubin says.
I flip him my finger. “I do not have a hard-on.”
“Yet.”
“I’m professional.”
“Oh, yeah. So professional, you’re drooling right now.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
I roll my eyes and make my way across the vast, yet cluttered space to the office.
I knock before entering. “You needed me?”
Damon is staring at the monitor, a vein pulsing in his temple and another throbbing in his neck. Is he stressed about something? Probably the fact that he’s here, rather than taking time off, like he should be. But if he’s here, where is Nigel?
He gives me an apologetic look. “I need a favour and you’re the only one I can spare.”
Which means he doesn’t need me to drive him anywhere. That’s a shame.
“I need you to pick up my costume for the charity ball tomorrow night.” He pushes a Post-It Note across the desk with an address on it. “It’s a bit of a trek, I’m afraid.”
“I don’t mind.” I scoop up the Post-It Note and scan the address. Yeah, he wasn’t kidding when he said it was a trek. “Wait. I thought Nigel was going to the charity ball.”
Damon sighs. “Nigel’s not here.” His words are clipped and stern. “Fuck, how am I going to get there? It’s in the middle of nowhere.”
I clear my throat, drawing his attention back to me. I smile brightly and wave my hand. “Your driver’s standing right in front of you.”
“It’s in the middle of nowhere. At night.”
I widen my smile. “It’s my job. You do know that because it’s in the middle of nowhere, Nigel booked two rooms for the night, don’t you?”
He stares at me. I guess he didn’t know.
“Aren’t I lucky that he doesn’t expect me to sleep in the car?” Although I could easily. “I think he was planning on taking the Rolls-Royce. Is that all right with you?” It’s a beautiful car, with a stunning interior ceiling.
“This is why we need a PA,” he grates out.
“Nah, this is why you’ve got me. If it’s anything to do with getting from A to B, I know what the plan is.” I wave the Post-It Note. “One costume coming up.”
He half-smiles. “Thanks, Rowan.”
“You’re welcome.” Now get out from behind your desk and give me a hot, steamy, thank-you kiss. A guy can dream.
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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