Thursday, July 9, 2020

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He needs someone to work with his son, she needs a job.They need to keep their hands to themselves.

Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Dads of Seattle. Ten sexy single fathers who play poker every Saturday night, have each other's backs, love their children without quarter, and hope to one day find love again.
This is Mark's story ...

Single Dad of Seattle Dr. Mark Herron can't believe anyone would celebrate their divorce. The dissolution of his marriage left him and his son with a huge hole to fill in their home--and their hearts. So when he overhears a lovely stranger and her friends celebrating the end of her marriage, he's mystified--and then intrigued--by her determination to put the past behind her. But when he learns that Tori Jones needs a job, he knows this can't be a coincidence.

Tori might be telling the world nothing's got her down, but the truth is she's hit rock bottom. Her husband didn't just cheat on her, he took all her money, including her college fund, which means her marriage is over, and so is her dream to go to grad school and help children with special needs. So when a handsome stranger offers her a job caring for his special needs son, she knows she can't turn it down--

Even if what she's feeling for Mark is far from professional.

Now Mark's finding it hard to keep his hands to himself and Tori's struggling to keep her thoughts from straying to dangerous territory. Will they be able to keep their distance from each other or will being hired by the sexy single dad be Tori's biggest problem of all?

**Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, and of course as with all my books, this has an HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. If you like single dads who take charge, this book is for you.

Monday, July 6, 2020




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Sunday, June 14, 2020

When a blast from the past could blow up the future. The final single dad book is OUT! #singledadromance #newrelease #liamgetshisHEA


Title: Falling for the Single Dad
Series: The Single Dads of Seattle
Author: Whitley Cox
Genre: Rom/Com, Single Dad, Erotic Romance
Release Date: June 13, 2020

When a blast from the past could blow up the future. 
Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Dads of Seattle. Ten sexy single fathers who play poker every Saturday night, have each other's backs, love their children without quarter, and hope to one day find love again. 
This is Liam's story ... 
Single Dad of Seattle, Liam Dixon has a kick-*ss life. He's a successful divorce attorney with a great kid, and an ongoing Wednesday night no-strings booty call. But seeing his fellow single dads fall in love and happier than ever, he begins to question his own life. He wants more with Richelle. A future. Finally ready to sweep Richelle off her feet, a woman who broke his heart over twenty years ago unexpectedly knocks on his door desperate for his help.
Single mom, Richelle LaRue might not be five-feet-tall, but her personality and strength are that of an Amazon. She takes no prisoners and gives zero f*cks. A damn good divorce attorney, she won't let any man push her around, including Liam and his ridiculous idea of a "relationship." If it's not broke, don't fix it. With her past behind her, life is finally good and she's determined to give her daughter a bright and shiny future.
But when Liam's ex shows up, her story rocks Richelle to her core, and she and Liam take the woman's case. What should be a simple divorce suddenly turns dangerous. Richelle finds herself--and those she loves--caught in the crossfire while Liam is torn between the past and the present, with their future dangling precariously in the balance.
Can Richelle let down her walls and trust when everything she holds dear is threatened, or will finally falling for the single dad be more than her heart can bear?
**Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, and of course as with all my books, this has an HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. If you like single dads who take charge, this book is for you.
“Have you seen my underwear?” she asked, her hawklike amber eyes scanning the bedroom floor. “Hot pink G-string.” Her lips spread, revealing perfect teeth and a salacious feline smile. “One of your faves, I believe.”
“You mean these?” he asked, his teeth now clenched around one of the strings.
She glanced up at him, her socks and shirt in her hand. “Those would be them, yes.”
He plucked the G-string from his teeth and held them on one finger. “Come get them.”
His eyebrows bobbed in a way that easily conveyed the payment required for retrieving her underwear.
That mouth he knew like the back of his own hand continued to smile. “No time, stud. I have a deposition at nine this morning. Can’t be late if I intend to kill it. Then I’m off to Mallory’s school for career day.” She grumbled, “How fun is that going to be? Going to a school and telling five-hundred-plus kids how rewarding it is being a divorce attorney …”
She wandered around to the side of the bed and bent down, giving him the ultimate view of her cleavage. He slipped his free hand into one of her cups until he found a nipple and tugged. The moan that rumbled in her chest told him she might not have the time, but she’d certainly make it.
Her lips hovered above his. “I can’t.”
“Can’t? Or won’t?” He lunged forward and took her bottom lip between his teeth.
She groaned, and her eyes squeezed shut. He could see her resistance crumbling. Feel the heat of her body and the way it radiated off her in a new way, a way he’d come to recognize and respond to primitively. The woman was a sexually charged animal. She also took control in the bedroom most of the time—which Liam had no qualms with—and by the time they parted ways Thursday morning, he was exhausted, achy, drained and happy as fuck.
But he also knew how to make his lioness purr. He knew how to make her roll over to her back, show her belly and become a playful kitten.

To look at her, you’d never expect the four-foot-eleven woman with short blonde hair, hawklike eyes, and the arms of a professional MMA fighter to be as fierce as she was. She reminded him of Tinker Bell—with an ax to grind. Hence, the nickname Tink or Tinker Bell that he’d given her ages ago. He’d even gone so far as to buy her a Tinker Bell costume one time (a sexy one, of course), and he wore a generic pirate’s costume for a little bit of role-playing.

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.


Friday, June 12, 2020

Payton' Surprise Triad Romance

Payton's Surprise
Book 2


Aliens abducted Payton on her way home. She was still having a hard time believing it, but it was true. She was nothing but experimental fodder for a race she couldn’t communicate with. When she got a chance to run, she did. Now she was being rescued but denied the right to go home. If that wasn’t enough, the experiments they did on her were coming out. She was angry, and every cut and bruise stroked that anger—someone needed to pay.

Cassic and Malic were on a ship that rescued them from floating around space in a cryo-pod forever. They were helping and looking for a place to call home that would keep them away from their former government, the ones that put a price on their heads. They never intended to meet Payton.

All three of them were running. The aliens that abducted Payton wanted her back. The government that wanted Cassic dead was coming after them. They didn’t expect to survive until they realized that there was a pull between the three of them. If they want a chance at a future, they’ll have to learn to act as one as they protect themselves and each other from the threats coming their way. What a way to fall in love.

Look for strange birds with secrets—a goddess who does more than she says and, of course, love the triad way.

18 and older.

Chapter One

Payton was going to die, and she knew it. That didn’t stop her from trying to escape. Her and the bird on her shoulder. Not like a pigeon, or a Robin, or anything earth-like. It was as large as an eagle with sharp talons that never seemed to pierce her skin. His feathers – she had a feeling it was a male – were an iridescent blue. They caught the light and made her think he was so much more than she could see with her eyes. This was an alien bird that decided it liked her and was going to hang out with her. Why? She didn’t know.

What she did know was she woke up on this bucket of bolts one day and hadn’t been able to gain her freedom ever since. If the marks on the wall by her cage meant anything, she’d been here for over a year. A year of aliens testing on her, abusing her physically, and speaking a language she was just beginning to grasp. They could make sounds with their throats that she didn’t have a chance in hell of making.

A siren went off. “Oh shit, they know I’m gone. We’re gone.” She talked to the bird-like creature that was on her shoulder. She ran down a corridor looking for a place to hide. She was in space.

At first, she didn’t believe it. She thought she’d done too much coke, ecstasy, or smoked one too many joints, except she didn’t do drugs. Her friends called her straitlaced, but she was okay with it. All that was left was that someone slipped something into her drink. She went with that for the first week, but a year later, she was willing to accept the facts. She was on an alien vessel that kidnapped her from Earth. Instead of wanting to force her into the best sex of her life, they were using her as a human guinea pig. #howmarvelous.

Her hands went to her knees as she found herself bent over. Her breath hitched, and the stitch in her side demanded she stopped running. She used to be in perfect physical condition. ‘You’ll live to be a hundred,’ one of her doctors teased. That wasn’t happening now, even if she wasn’t on a ship in the middle of space.

There was a muted glare from the dull walls around her. She was trapped, nowhere else to go. The thumping of her heart slowed while she leaned, then slid against the wall until her rear hit the floor. The pain in her head made her stop hitting it against the wall. If this were a movie now would be her big scene, but this wasn’t a movie, and her life was about to be over. She was going to die, and what was worse, she was going to die fat. The desire to feel sorry for herself was riding her hard, but no, it didn’t matter even if she brought this on herself.

“Fly bird, shoo, maybe you can get away while they come after me. One of us should live.”

The bird had been in a cage next to hers. She always thought it was weird because his cage was twice the size of hers. It didn’t matter now; they were both stuck in this dead-end hallway with nowhere to go.

“Go bird, please.” She begged the bird, not wanting the tears in her eyes to fall. Sometimes you needed to face the future like a grownup.

She hated flies. Her hand swiped at her head. It was just her luck that she would die surrounded by flies that would probably infest her dead body. She was a ball of good thoughts! Her head shook as the sound got louder. A shiver went through her; her hands started swatting at the insects, trying to crawl on her when she saw it.

It was a small shadow on the wall, almost like a secret door. Getting up, she ran to it. She knew it was too late, but the way her heart pounded in her chest and as fast as her brain was working through the problem told her that she didn’t care. She was going to hold on to hope until it was snatched from her dead hands.

The door slid open. The mechanism to open it had been hidden. She stumbled into the room. It looked like… well, hell, she didn’t know what it looked like. Maybe the cockpit of a plane. She looked around for something to drag in front of the door. There was nothing; everything was bolted to the floor. It made sense. She ran to the console, pushing buttons. They would all die together if she had her way. That way, her friends, hell her planet, would be safe.

Shit! The pounding on the door said they were here. She hit and kicked on the panel doing her best to destroy it when the door finally opened. There was a pain in her throat, and darkness that flashed before her eyes. She pounded on her chest, trying to make herself breathe. They stood a good eight feet high, not that they needed the height to intimidate her. They reminded her of crocodiles with a thick leathery skin and a long snout. These managed to walk upright as well as crawl along the floor. They were also smart. Never underestimate aliens, especially ones that flew the dark skies.

The deep alien growl that came out when the first one came in had Payton running to the other side of the room. It ran across the open space mouth open teeth gleaming; she screamed as pain tore through her leg.


“Collision warning,” Sassy’s voice echoed over the ship, backed up by the siren going off.

“Avoid the collision,” Captain Rale said as he ran to the lift that would take him 
to the bridge. One day of peace was all he wanted. Was that too much to ask?

He banged into the wall of the lift when the ship came to a full and sudden stop. He’d take that over a collision. The door slid open to show a ship dead in space. It was much too close for comfort.

“Sassy, where did the ship come from?”

“It came from hyper-drive and stopped dead in front of us. There wasn’t enough time to avoid it. Either we did a cold stop, or we ran into it.”

“Rale?” Julze his second in command, and one of his mates questioned as he came onto the bridge.

“We’re dead in space. Sassy had to make a cold stop.” Rale gave him the news like it was no big deal.

Julze nodded. “Sassy, can you identify the ship?”

“It appears to be a Fulyer ship. They haven’t been spotted in this sector of the galaxy for over two hundred standard solar cycles.” The ship disappeared as a picture of the Fulyer took its place.

“Make contact,” Rale told her as he went over everything he learned about that race. To say they didn’t get along with the rest of the galaxy was putting it mildly. They believed that the other races of the galaxy were insignificant to them. They were either to be eaten as an exotic food or to be used as slaves for experimentation.

“They are ignoring all requests for contact.”

“Scan them.”

“I have been. They are dead. I can only detect two life signs on the ship. I do not know if they have advanced cloaking. Their technology was considered advanced at one point, and they were reluctant to share it.”

The Fulyer shared-nothing, not even how they planned to cook and eat the other citizens of the galaxy.

“We’re going to have to board them,” Nevaeh left the lift with Kalyr at her side. 

He went to the science station; she went to hug Rale. He was one-third of their triad. Julze being the other third.

Julze walked over and wrapped them both in his arms. “We also need an engineer. I can’t do this by myself.”

“We’ve already gone from three, sorry Sassy four crew members to seven. Now you want to add two more.”

“Don’t forget the chef,” Nevaeh told him.

“We need the chef,” Julze agreed.

“Both of you are thinking with your stomachs.”

“And?” Nevaeh said.

There was a time there was only Rale and Julze on the ship, and their computer didn’t have a personality. Julze was dying, and they needed the one thing that would give them both a chance to live – their third. That was Neveah with her came a computer with a personality, aka Sassy, and several cryo pods that she swears she had nothing to do with. He ignored her and continued to tease his mates that his life was this strange combination of living, loving, and frustration due to them. It was a life he would never willingly give up.

Rale gave a long dramatic sigh, one he learned from Nevaeh. “Julze, speak to our possible new engineer. Nevaeh, talk with Cassic, make sure medbay is ready for casualties. Sassy send a message to the others. Tell them to prepare and meet me at the breach hull in ten. We have a ship to secure.

Malic rushed out of the lift that Julze and Nevaeh were entering.

“Something wrong?”

“I’m going over the scan that Sassy has been making of the alien ship. It’s trying to slip under our defenses and penetrate Sassy’s memory. I can’t find anyone directing it, which is unusual. Not that it matters, they aren’t welcome.”

“Stay here; keep Sassy safe. Sassy, I’ll need you when we breach the hull.”

“I’ll be there, Captain.”

Rale made his way to the breach hull, the eleven passengers he picked up several weeks ago on his mind. He had set out to save his mate by finding their third and ended up with more Hasian’s on his ship than he had dealt with in the past several years. He walked into the breach hull to find the seven Hasian males who weren’t assigned a duty waiting for him. He hated to take untried warriors with him, but they were all he had. Julze and Nevaeh had been training them; being taught by them increased their chances of survival.

“We are going to infiltrate a Fulyer ship. The last one seen in this part of space was over two hundred solar cycles ago. I don’t know what we will find. Do not hesitate to protect yourself and each other. The Fulyer have proven it is survival of the fittest, and they mean to be the fittest.”  He took the lead, stopping before he forced a breach with the other ship. “Don’t hide behind your weapons. They are only as good as you are.” He gave a nod of encouragement. The jewels around his eye glowed for a minute as they reached out to touch the others.
“Shields on.” Rale forced the breach before rolling onto the ship, looking to protect his crew. There was nothing but silence. “Sassy, where are those heartbeats?”

“Down two levels, captain. It looks like whoever they belong to are in the backup bridge.”

“The ship has two bridges?”

“That is what the schematic I am looking at suggests.”

That was interesting, maybe ingenious if a full manual override could be done from the second bridge.

“Stay alert. Their technology may be more advanced than ours; it could be keeping us from seeing life forms on the ship.” He led them down the corridor and then through the access hatches, not wanting to be caught in a lift.


He saw it. The corridor was littered with parts. There was blood, bones, and gore. Unless he missed his guess, he was looking at the remains of the Fulyer. What could do that? He walked closer until he was able to see into the room with the door missing. It was a second bridge, but that’s not what caught his eyes. In the corner, there was a human with…