Sweet Love (The Sweet Series Book 1)

By: K.C. Lynn



My eyes open just before my alarm goes off, like they do every morning. Reaching over, I hit the button to silence the beeping that’s about to ensue then register the warmth at my back. I turn over with one thought in mind but come to a halt when my gaze meets a pair of dark green eyes—the same color as mine. Not the warm amber ones I was expecting. However, the girl smiling back at me holds just as big of a place in my heart.

“Mornin’, Daddy,” Hope greets me with her megawatt smile that always does funny shit to my chest no matter how many times I see it.

I fake a scowl. “Hey, you’re not my Cupcake.”

“Nope, it’s me, your Shortcake.”

I smirk, unable to keep the farce up any longer. Not when the sweetest face in the world is staring back at me. “How did you know I was hungry for some shortcake this morning?”

She squeals before I even touch her, knowing what’s coming. Picking her up, I bring her over my head and nibble on her sides, making sure to touch where she’s most ticklish. She flops around like a fish, screaming for mercy. Taking pity on her, I lay her small body on my chest, bringing her face level with mine. Other than my green eyes she’s the mini version of her mother, and you don’t get much more perfect than my Cupcake…unless you’re my Shortcake.

“What are you doing in my bed if you aren’t here to feed me?”

“I crawled in here in the middle of the night ’cause I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”



“Yep, a whole bunch of them. They was under my bed.”

I love her but she’s as crazy as her mother about this shit. It doesn’t help that Parker has been telling her bedtime stories that horror movies are made of.

“Did you tell them what I told you to?”

“Yes, I yelled, ‘you better get out of my room or my daddy will kick your ass!’”

I quickly clap a hand over her mouth and look out the open bedroom door, praying Grace didn’t hear that or I’ll be in serious shit. This damn swear jar that her and all the women have started has put a major dent in my wallet.

“Kid, we talked about this,” I scold gently. “Don’t say that word unless you’re sure no one is around to hear you but me. Daddy has no more money for that damn jar.”

She giggles behind my hand, getting spit on it. “Sorry. I meant to say butt.”

“That’s better. Now listen, you don’t need to be afraid. There are no monsters.”

“How do you know?”

“Because there’s no such thing.”

“Parker said you, Uncle Jax, and Uncle Cade used to fight and kill monsters.”

Well, how the fuck do I explain that? Especially when it’s partially true. And how the hell did Parker hear that? I swear that damn kid has spidey-sense when it comes to his hearing.

“Those were different kinds of monsters, baby. They were bad people. They’ll never come into this house or anywhere near us.”

“Or else you’ll hurt them?”


I’d fucking kill them.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you. It’s safe here. Uncle Jax, Uncle Cade, and I made sure of that.”

After the shooting that went down at Jaxson and Julia’s house with Logan, Jaxson bought land from Cade then I followed. Between the three of us spread out over 100 acres we have our shit rigged so that no one will ever step foot on our property without us knowing. We also have a piece of land sectioned off for Cooper. He has plans to begin building next spring.

“We clear, Shortcake?”

“Crystal,” she says, tapping me on the nose with her tiny finger.