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Title: Rescued by the Single Dad
Series: The Single Dads of San Camanez: The Brew Brothers Book 1
Author: Whitley Cox
Release Date: April 6, 2023
Title: Rescued by the Single Dad
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Tropes: forced proximity, small town, fish out of water, single dad, military, little mermaid rendition, whodunnit, suspense, brotherhood

 

 

What happens when the brewery prince falls for the mermaid and ends up endangering his entire kingdom?

 

Welcome to San Camanez, a humble, peaceful little island in the Puget Sound and home to the McEvoy brothers. Four sexy single fathers—and one childless snack with a beard—who run a brewpub on the beach, raise their kids together, and hope to find love and happiness in the chaos that is life. This is Clint’s story …
Single Dad and brewmaster Clint McEvoy went down to the beach to drink and wallow. He never expected to find a Hollywood starlet naked and unconscious on the rocks. Nor did he expect to learn that someone wants her dead. He’ll do whatever he can to keep Brooke safe, even if that means risking his heart and his family’s peaceful life to do it.
Brooke Barker didn’t see it coming. One minute, she’s on a yacht, celebrating the release of her latest film, the next, she’s fighting for her life in the frigid Puget Sound. Waking up on Clint’s couch was a blessing she’s not sure she deserves. Now, she needs to figure out who pushed her while allowing the world to think she’s dead. One thing that’s alive and well, though? Her attraction to Clint, and her growing affection for his young daughter.
Can Brooke keep her heart out of the equation, and also keep the McEvoy family safe? Or will hiding on the island and in Clint’s bed bring danger to their doorstep?

 

 

He cupped it gently, and she pushed forward, encouraging him to get a little more forceful. 

Taking the nipple between his thumb and finger, he gave the nub a small tug, and she moaned again. 

Flicking her gaze up to his, her nod barely discernible. But he saw it. 

Oh, fuck, did he see it. 

He dipped his head and brought the same nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue as Brooke arched her back, letting her hair tumble down behind her. 

She pressed her breast into his face and another one of those sexy moans rumbled up from the depths of her throat as she rocked against him. 

She drove her fingers into his hair and held him in place. Held his face to her chest. His mouth to her nipple. All he could do was move to the other breast, sucking on that delicious raspberry and reveling in her moans and sharp inhales. 

“Clint,” she whispered, yanking on his hair, to pull his mouth free and his head up. “Please …” She bit her bottom lip and glanced down between them to where they were dry humping, almost without even thinking about it. His hips rocked of their own volition, and it seemed hers did, too. 

He nodded, and she carefully climbed off him, removing the shorts she wore so that she was very quickly naked. It wasn’t like she wore much to begin with. Just shorts and a tank top. No bra, no underwear. 

He had a bit more work ahead of him and had to stand up and drop his jeans and boxers. He didn’t remove them completely, but once his cock was free—and much happier because of it—he sat back down. She went to climb on, but he stopped her. “I … I don’t think I have any condoms.”

“I have an IUD, and as soon as I found Flynn cheating, I got tested and haven’t been with anyone since.”

“I’m clean,” he said, his voice gravelly as his hands found her hips and he guided her back into his lap. “I haven’t been with anyone in … well, we had this discussion last night.”

Understanding dawned in her eyes. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Might be a little rusty.”

Her smile took the last remaining molecules of oxygen from his lungs as she lifted onto her knees, reached between them and grabbed his cock, angling it to her center. 

When that first bit of wet heat hit his cockhead, he nearly came on the spot. 

Holy fuck. 

“Hopefully, it’ll be like riding a bike,” she said, all sexy grins as she sank down, taking all of him inside her. 

Her hands found his shoulders, and she started to lift and drop. 

It was heaven. Pure. Fucking. Heaven. 

She pressed her tits up toward his face, and he dropped his head to capture a nipple again, flicking it with his tongue. But she yanked on his hair hard enough to make him grunt and claimed his mouth again. 

This woman took control. 

He liked that. 

He liked that she initiated things. He wasn’t taking advantage of a confused and vulnerable woman. She was leading this. She was setting the pace. 

And Brooke’s pace seemed to be warp-speed, because as soon as their lips collided, she started to ride him less like a bicycle and more like a mechanical bull. 

And the woman knew how to ride a mechanical bull.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
 
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, Whitley’s books have all the funny and fabulously filthy words you could hope for.

 

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Title: The Matchmaking Heirs
Series: Winter Harbor Heroes, Book 4
Authors: Whitley Cox & Ember Leigh
Genre: Christmas, holiday, winter, matchmaking, small town, mystery, family secrets, feel-good, inspirational, warm and fuzzy
Cover Design: EmCat Designs
Release Date: December 1, 2023

 

 

“I always love holiday themed books but when you pair it with an update for characters of a great series, now that’s a good read!” – Christina, Goodreads

 

“This book gave me all the giggles and warm hugs!” Goodreads reviewer

 

“This book was filled with wonderful interactions, heart warming holiday gifts and the true meaning of family and love in the season.” – Nicki, The Overflowing Bookcase

 

“Funny, sexy, steamy and a good time is to be have by all. It was fun returning to Oregon and I wished we could have more. A story you won’t be able to put down, another winner for Whitley and Ember!” – Jo-Ann, Goodreads

 

It’s the Winters brothers first Christmas in Winter Harbor!

 

They’ve reconciled, found love, found a purpose and are winning over the hearts of the townspeople. What more could they ask for?
Perhaps even an inkling of an idea what to get their better half for Christmas for starters.
And now they’ve been tasked with a matchmaking quest that seems downright impossible. Maribel has put it on the brothers and their lady loves to help widow Drucilla Crombie finally get the man she’s pined over for nearly sixty years. But old Mr. Gentry is oblivious and ornery and, according to Maribel, would need a map and a compass to find the nose on his own face, so he’s completely hopeless when it comes to love.
Now, it’s up to Callum, Carson, Colton and their women to help bring the two Winter Harborites together once and for all. But it won’t be easy. And if that’s not hard enough, there’s a journalist in Summer Hills hell-bent on dragging the Summers and Winters family names through the mud. So they need to figure out what his problem is and put a stop to it before things escalate and ruin Christmas for everyone.
Get ready for laughter, swoony moments, and one unforgettable Christmas in the quirky small coastal town of Winter Harbor, Oregon as the brothers and their loves unravel mysteries, play matchmakers and sneak moments under the mistletoe for the first time ever.

 

 

“How are your balls?”

“Happily empty.”

Amaya giggled. 

“So … speaking of happily …” What a horrendous segue. Whatever, I had to use what was at my disposal. I was desperate.

“Hmm?”

“Come Christmas morning, what would make you happiest? What is Amaya hoping to find under the tree from Santa Claus?”

She snorted and started to draw pleasant circles around my nipple with the tip of her fingernail. “Is that a euphemism?”

“You want my dick under the tree? That’s gonna make Christmas morning with my brothers a little awkward.”

“Ah, this house is one big rabbit warren. Everyone is boning all the time. I doubt they’d be that fazed by it.”

That was true. We really were a bunch of horny rabbits.

“Seriously, though, Vix, what do you want for Christmas?” I hated that I’d resorted to asking, but I was at a loss, and the days to Christmas were getting fewer and fewer. I needed a jumping off point. 

She was quiet for a while. At first, I thought she’d fallen asleep, which wouldn’t have surprised me, but then she shifted against me and sighed. “I have everything I could ever want. I don’t need anything.”

I resisted the urge to growl. That didn’t help me one bit. 

Squeezing her tighter, I pressed my lips to the crown of her head, inhaling her sweet floral scent. “Humor me.”

“I want you to surprise me, Carson. Do something unexpected. Outside your comfort zone. Bring joy to the masses. I’ve loved watching you reinvent yourself and your family name so much over these past few months, but I want to see something even bigger. A grander gesture. Something huge to really show Winter Harbor and me that you are Carson three-point-oh.”

 

 

 

 

A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
 
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, Whitley’s books have all the funny and fabulously filthy words you could hope for.

 

 
Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides near Lake Erie with her Argentinean husband, where they run an Argentinian-American food truck and wrangle two wild boys.
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