The only person I can count on is me. I’m no stranger to living rough and I’ve learned how to survive out here on the streets. It’s tough living in the gutters, but I’ve mastered the art of it and can see a sucker coming from a mile away. The best mark for a thief like me? Daddies. They’re just so easy to manipulate. All I have to do is pretend to be their boy for one night, and I can take what I want from them. Money. Food. Clothes. Anything I need to get by. Except I made a mistake. I got greedy and tried to steal from a Daddy I shouldn’t have messed with. A Daddy who believes he sees something in me that is more than the street rat I think I am. He wants me to be better. Happier. Well fed, clothed, safe and whole. He wants to give me back the music that once gave my life purpose. All he asks for in return is a chance to show me what he thinks I really need. There’s just one problem. I don’t need a real Daddy. Do I? One More Song is a full length MM Daddy romance about a stubborn boy who doesn’t think he needs a Daddy and the Daddy he really does need. Content warnings: physical violence, homophobia, sex work and discussions of sexual violence.

I had the perfect life. A home to call my own, a bright future and two Daddies that treated me like gold. Daniel and Joel were my entire world and I loved them with everything I had to give. I never expected that two years later Daniel would be gone forever and I would be living on the streets alone. I’ve always been impulsive and in the aftermath of Daniel’s sudden death, it was easy to run from the home we’d all shared, even if it meant leaving Joel behind. What’s not easy is living with the regret, so when I have the chance to have Joel back in my life, I jump headfirst into giving things another try, learning who he is without Daniel and fixing what was broken between us. The only problem is that what’s really broken now is Joel. He’s not the man I once loved. He’s quieter, sadder and a lot more willing to let me get away with pushing boundaries and being a brat. The sharp edges he was once made of have been softened and he doesn’t think he can be a good Daddy anymore. When I left him, I thought I was doing the right thing for us both, but I see now that he needed me. Wanted me. Loved me. I hope he still does because all I want from my Daddy is one more try.