Thursday, September 12, 2019

Lucca - The A'rouk Brothers #paranormalromance #aliens


The A'rouk Brothers
Book Three



Blurb:

Lucca knew enough to protect his heart. He wrapped it in ice and told anyone that would listen he didn’t want a mate. To get his point across he went back in time to what he called an “easier life.” The last thing he expected was Tempest to fall into his lap. Now he has an arm full of female, and he doesn’t want to let her go.

Tempest woke up before she was supposed to. She was running from an enemy that wanted her dead. The more she fights, the weaker she gets, then she falls into Lucca’s lap, her mate. She knows that to protect him she’ll have to leave him.

They are being stalked, and the only chance for victory is working together. First, they will have to deal with their past and put to rest the evil that makes them shy away from having a mate. Then they will have to move quickly because the ones that want them dead won’t wait for them to fall in love.

18 and older


Excerpt:



“I think a bath would be better, as long as you can keep from slipping beneath the water.”

Did he think she was a baby? She looked down at the shirt that hid her small breasts. Well, maybe she looked like she was ten. Her lips drew up into a frown.

“I just want to make sure you’ll be okay in here without me. I can stay if you want me to.” He gave her a suggestive look and raised a brow.

She broke out into laughter. Already he was making her life better.

“I think I’ll survive. You can take your lecherous gaze into the other room.”

He exaggerated the frown on his face that had her giggling. Already he was pulling her into his masculine trap. Truly, it was unfair. How dare he walk around without a shirt allowing her to see his thickly muscled chest, and his arms that made her want to put both hands on them to see how wide they were.

The worse part, he reminded her just how feminine she was.

“Hot water or cold?”

“Hot of course.”

“Bubbles or Jets?”

“Jets.”

She looked around the bathroom until she spotted something suspicious sitting on his sink.

“What’s that?”

“Ignore that.” He flushed and went back to checking the temperature.

“Tell me what they are, or I’ll crawl over there.” Might as well be specific, she didn’t think she could walk right now.

“Bath bombs.”

She blinked and then hit the side of her head thinking she heard wrong.

“Bath bombs?”

“Yeah, a couple of my sisters use them, and they swear they love them.”

“So, you wanted to try them out?”

“No.”

She frowned at him. He was confusing at times.

“Then why are they sitting on your sink?”

“I bought them for you.”

“What?”

“I was walking down the street on the way to my restaurant when a street vendor showed them to me. She said my female would love them. I knew she was wrong I didn’t have a mate, but the longer I looked at them, the more I couldn’t resist them. So, I bought them for you.”

“But you didn’t know me.”

“Doesn’t matter I bought them for you.”

She lassoed her stupid heart it was trying to jump out of her chest. I need more than bath bombs, witty conversations, and good looks to give away my heart, so stay in place.

“I want to put one in the tub.”

He brought two over to her. “The saleslady said these two should be used together. One’s fire and the other one is ice.” They were red and white, and she couldn’t wait to see what would happen when they hit the water.



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Saturday, September 7, 2019

It's FREE! #singledadromance #freeforalimitedtime #freebook

Hired by the Single Dad is FREEEEEEE!

Start this super sexy single dad series now!





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"You fall in love with both Mark & Tori’s story but you truly fall in love with Mark’s son Gabe and learn so much about children on the spectrum and the daily struggle they have with the ordinary things you & I never give second thought to doing & how parents feel trying to do the very best for their special needs child."


"There is nothing like a book that sucks you in and doesn't let up until the last page. I discovered Whitley Cox about a year ago and she knows how to spin a tale with fabulous characters that you can't forget! I loved Tori and Mark's story, I loved how their story played out. Their attraction is so passionate and intense, you can feel the heat between them. Mark's friends in the single dad's club are awesomely represented and I didn't feel like they were just there to tease for future books. Thankfully, this is the start of a series as I fell in love with all these characters! 5 stars for Whitley Cox's Hired by the Single Dad!"






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?






Thursday, September 5, 2019

Damon - The a'rouk Brothers #paranormalromance #aliens #futuristic


The A'rouk Brothers
Book Two





Blurb:

Damon spent his whole life believing he escaped the curse that was embedded into his DNA until he met his mate. She’s broken and bruised, and he’s determined to save her life, even if it’s that last thing he does.

River’s been held captive so long that she doesn’t know any other way of life. When Damon finds her, she doesn’t believe he can heal her. He finds a way to not only heal her but earn her trust.

Now they are on the run from an enemy that wants nothing less than their deaths. The only power they have is the love that is sparking between them. Together they must learn to how to use their love to defeat the enemy.

This book contains adult content; it is not recommended for readers under the age of 18


Excerpt:


She was looking at him with big hazel eyes as he stretched his hand out towards her. Her body flinched fear warring with wonder in her eyes as she looked at him.

“I told you my name,” he whispered. “You never told me yours.”

She ducked when he started talking and placed her hands around herself as if she expected the sound of his voice to hurt.

“River, my name is River. I…” her voice wavered before going silent. She stuck her tongue out and licked her lips slowly turning her head looking for an escape route.

“You what?”

“I had an accident.”

He nodded his head. “You what? Threw yourself on that boulder and when you didn’t kill yourself you crawled off?”

She shut down on him. Her shoulders came up in her defense, and her hands began to push her body back painfully.

He sucked in a big breath of air calming himself down. “Accept my apology River; that was uncalled for.”

She nodded but still wasn’t meeting his eyes.

He took another deep breath to control the murderous feelings going through his body. This was no accident, someone had tried to kill her. He’d know more once he convinced her to allow him to do an exam. Whatever happened she was in danger, and it was his responsibility, his duty, hell his joy to protect her.

“River,” his hand slid slowly into the pocket of his jeans. “This is my scanner.” He pulled it out and showed it to her. “With this, I can get a good idea of what’s happening internally, and then I’ll know how to fix it.” “You want to help me?” She didn’t mean to sound doubtful, but she couldn’t remember the last time someone actively offered her help, and it was only hours since someone tried to kill her.


Saturday, August 31, 2019

#NewRelease #SingleDadRomance #MilitaryRomance #NavySEALRomance

Title: Living With the Single Dad
Series: The Single Dads of Seattle
Author: Whitley Cox
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Single Dad Romance
AVAILABLE NOW! 

A pain so powerful can only be eased by a love even stronger.
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 Aaron's story ...
Single Dad of Seattle, Aaron Steele isn't a single dad at all. He's a retired Navy SEAL whose sister just died, leaving him to raise her newborn daughter all by himself. Only he has no clue how to be a dad--let alone a single dad. He's lost in a sea of diapers and bottles, late nights and exhausting mornings, all the while dealing with a failure from his last mission he just can't shake. He needs help. He needs a nanny.
Professional nanny Isobel Jones has a heart of gold. She's always willing to help out, no matter the cause. She spends her days with children making memories and her nights on the laptop making magic as a graphic designer. After hearing Aaron's heartbreaking story, she jumps at the chance to help. But she never expected her new boss to be a blue-eyed Adonis with dog tags, who quickly begins to fuel her fantasies.
While the beautiful nanny is off-limits, she's also a welcomed distraction. Aaron's grief is still raw and he just knows he's going to mess up this whole dad thing. Isobel's never shied away from a challenge, and that's exactly what Aaron is--a big challenge. He's angry and stubborn, moody and confusing, and yet she knows deep down he's capable of so much love.
Will Isobel living with the single dad help pull him out of his misery, or will Aaron let the turmoil inside him chase away perhaps the only person that could help him finally find happiness? 
**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.


“Wow! How do I put into words how this books makes you feel. Whitley Cox is an amazing wordsmith and weaves Aaron and Isobel’s story with such ease, it’s incredible.” ~Stephanie Ditmore (Amazon Review)
“This book had me in tears from the opening pages. The reader cannot help but fall in love with Aaron and only want him to open up and let others in. Whitley Cox created a beautiful and heart-warming romance while tackling the hot topics such as gun control, foster care, and what a true family means. I absolutely love this series!!” ~ Nicki Holt (Amazon Review)
“First read from this author and I loved it! Broody alpha male? Check! Strong, sassy woman? Check! Cute baby? Check! Random drama and crazy friends? Check, check! Whitley Cox just jumped on my TBR ASAP list!” ~ Cassie Ashford (Goodreads Review)

She wiped her wrist beneath her nose. “I was scared, and you helped me. You showed me compassion and care. You gave me strength when I had none. I wanted to replace the memories of last night with something better, with something good. I didn’t think that what we did last night would make it difficult for you to look at me the next day. Would make it difficult for you to be around me, to talk to me. Had I known it would, I wouldn’t have—” She turned her head and wiped beneath her eyes.

Oh, fuck. 

An ache filled his chest. 

In a couple of long strides, he ate up the distance between them, grabbing her by the shoulders and bending his knees until they were eye to eye. What stared back at him fucking killed him. 

But he didn’t know what to say. An apology would be hollow and lackluster. Or at least that’s what he thought. An apology wasn’t enough. What he had to give her, what he had in his heart just wasn’t enough.

She blinked damp, spiked lashes at him, looking through him, seeing all of him. 

As she went to speak, he crushed his mouth to hers, smothering her words. He released her shoulders, wrapping his arms around her waist and tugged her into his body. She groaned and gripped his T-shirt tight, his dog tags too. It was like she was holding on for dear life. But it was actually him who was holding on to her. Grappling for the last remaining threads of his sanity, of his humanity … of his soul. Sweeping through her mouth, his tongue swirled around hers, massaging and sucking, tasting a delicacy he knew he didn’t deserve.

He knew it was wrong. The whole thing between them was wrong. It’d been wrong the first time he’d kissed her, then the second and every time after that. But he couldn’t stop. 

He wanted her to demand they stop, to see the man that he really was and realize she was better off walking away. That he couldn’t give her what she needed, what she deserved.

He also wanted her to beg him for more, to take what she could from him, what he could offer her, even if it wasn’t much.

She pushed him away, her chest heaving with heavy pants, her eyes bright and lips puffy. “What are we doing, Aaron?” She stepped away from him and turned around. “What do you want from me?”

Fuck if he knew. 

Could everything and nothing be the right answer? 

He wanted everything she had to give him, but he also knew that it was better to ask her for nothing, because how could you ask someone to give you all they had when you had so little to give in return?

She spun to face him. “I like you. I’m attracted to you. I want you. I also love my job. I’m in love with your baby, and I don’t want to lose Sophie.” She swallowed. “Or you. But if this is going to be too much for you, I can step back. I can just be the nanny.”
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, these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all of us.
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Thursday, August 29, 2019

Mick - The A-rouk Brothers #paranormalromance #aliens

The A'rouk brothers
Book One



Blurb:

Jaz was a clone her destiny was to die. Mick was an A’rouk his destiny was to be alone.

Dying didn’t bother Jaz. She was created with the knowledge that her life was limited, subject to the will of man. That changed the day she saw Mick. Death was no longer a given; she would do whatever it took to live one more day with him.

Mick was born under a curse. The minute he laid his eyes on his mate, death would come for them both. He resigned himself to being alone and defending part of the galaxy from the Darkness until he saw Jazz. Everything changed at that moment.

Mick and Jaz are headed for death as the two of them fight against the forces that would not only tear them apart but leave part of the galaxy unprotected.

Love didn’t always prevail, but it was the only chance they had.

This book contains adult content it is not recommended for readers under the age of 18.


Excerpt:



Harold raised his hands in the universal sign of not wanting any trouble.

“We didn’t come here to fight. We have orders from the Clone Council to bring her in. They chose to harvest her. We don’t care, not really; we’re simply doing our job. If you stand in our way, then others will come. Once a harvest order is given, no one stops until the contract is fulfilled.”

“That’s just a nice way of saying you were ordered to kill me, and you won’t stop until I’m dead. What if it were you, Harold? What if you were being tracked down and killed because you were born a black male, how would you feel?”

“It’s not fair, Jaz, I get it, but what do you want me to do about it? Should I cry out? Try to change the system? You simply have to live, or in your case die with the lot life has provided you. Hey, at least you got to live for a while.”

She stood up and started pacing the room, anger beating in her chest. It wasn’t enough. It was so unfair that she should be marked for death on the sole basis of what she was and not who she was.

“No, I won’t go with you. Do your worst. Send your assassins, snipers, and trained military forces, but I will die protesting for what I believe.”

“You dumb…” A knock at the door cut Roy off.

Ash gave a small growl. “No one better move before I get back, or I promise you they will wheel your bodies out of here if there is anything left for them to find.” He turned and left the room.

Harold and Roy didn’t move a muscle proving they were smarter than they looked.

When he walked back in Mick was behind him. Jaz gasped, almost choking as her breath got caught in her throat. He was so much bigger in person than she remembered.

“Jaz.” His eyes were glued to her. She was beautiful like a graceful goddess. He shook his head unable to tear his eyes away.

“Mick…Mick.” The fact that Ash was calling his name finally penetrated his brain.

“Ash.” He turned to face him.

“Allow me to introduce you to Roy.” He indicated the man on the floor. “The other one is Harold. They are Jaz’s handlers here to take her in for harvesting.”

The look on Mick’s face went dark at the mention of harvesting. He turned to face them, the fires of hell reflected in his eyes. He took a step towards them before turning around and facing Jaz.

What right did he have to her? There wasn’t time for her to get to know him. Still, he wanted her to deny their claim on her. To take the time to get to know him, see who he was and then decide if there was more to life than dying for some shadowy figure.

He wanted to hold her but kept himself rigid. “How did you answer their demand that you go with them?”

“I told them to go to hell.”

Mick smiled, he knew the way to hell, and he’d be more than happy to take them there.



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Sunday, August 25, 2019

#NSFWexcerpt #SEALromance #SingleDadRomance #SEALandNanny New Release~ Book 4 of the Single Dads of Seattle





Author: Whitley Cox
Title: Living with the Single Dad
Series: The Single Dads of Seattle
Volume: 4
Genre: Single dad/erotic romance/contemporary/Navy SEAL/romantic comedy
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“Wow! How do I put into words how this books makes you feel. Whitley Cox is an amazing wordsmith and weaves Aaron and Isobel’s story with such ease, it’s incredible.” ~Stephanie Ditmore (Amazon Review)



“This book had me in tears from the opening pages.  The reader cannot help but fall in love with Aaron and only want him to open up and let others in.  Whitley Cox created a beautiful and heart-warming romance while tackling the hot topics such as gun control, foster care, and what a true family means.  I absolutely love this series!!” ~ Nicki Holt (Amazon Review)


“First read from this author and I loved it!

Broody alpha male? Check! Strong, sassy woman? Check! Cute baby? Check! Random drama and crazy friends? Check, check!
Whitley Cox just jumped on my TBR ASAP list!” ~ Cassie Ashford (Goodreads Review)





A pain so powerful can only be eased by a love even stronger.

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 Aaron's story ...


Single Dad of Seattle, Aaron Steele isn't a single dad at all. He's a retired Navy SEAL whose sister just died, leaving him to raise her newborn daughter all by himself. Only he has no clue how to be a dad--let alone a single dad. He's lost in a sea of diapers and bottles, late nights and exhausting mornings, all the while dealing with a failure from his last mission he just can't shake. He needs help. He needs a nanny.

Professional nanny Isobel Jones has a heart of gold. She's always willing to help out, no matter the cause. She spends her days with children making memories and her nights on the laptop making magic as a graphic designer. After hearing Aaron's heartbreaking story, she jumps at the chance to help. But she never expected her new boss to be a blue-eyed Adonis with dog tags, who quickly begins to fuel her fantasies.

While the beautiful nanny is off limits, she's also a welcomed distraction. Aaron's grief is still raw and he just knows he's going to mess up this whole dad thing. Isobel's never shied away from a challenge, and that's exactly what Aaron is-a big challenge. He's angry and stubborn, moody and confusing, and yet she knows deep down he's capable of so much love.

Will Isobel living with the single dad help pull him out of his misery, or will Aaron let the turmoil inside him chase away perhaps the only person that could help him finally find happiness? 
                                                                                                                                       
**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.






Excerpt

He kissed a hot, wet path across her shoulders, sinking his teeth into the nape of her neck and scraping them down to her right bicep.
She moaned, pushing up just a touch to welcome him in deeper.
His groan behind her said he approved the assist and very much enjoyed it.
A hand worked its way beneath her, and fingers found a nipple. They tugged until she gasped and squirmed.
“Just because I liked it doesn’t mean it was allowed.” His voice was a rough and strained tenor behind her. “I control your pleasure, remember?” He pinched her nipple harder. Heat coiled in her belly, and she ground her clit down against the bed again.
“Iz, you’re really a terrible submissive.”
“That was your first mistake there, stud. I’m nobody’s submissive. Not in the bedroom, not ever.”
Was that a growl behind her?
Before she could blink, let alone get her rocks off, he was off her and out of her, and she found herself being hauled up to her knees.
Was he mad? Was he honestly expecting her to submit to him or get out? Was he going to tell her to put her clothes on and go get Sophie?
Sure, she was a bit of marshmallow, as her mother called her, but she was no doormat. And contrary to what a lot of her exes believed, there was a difference. She was a strong, independent woman with a soft heart. She’d never let a man tell her what to do, and she had no intention of starting. Once in a while, she relinquished control in the bedroom—somewhat—but most of the time (perhaps it was because she’d never really found a partner who truly satisfied her), she took matters into her own hands and told the guy how to get the job done. Took the reins, climbed on top and made it happen.
It was a hard habit to break.
Maybe Aaron could help her?
She was about to suggest they try again. He could even tie her up if he wanted to, that way she really couldn’t move, but the look in his eyes told her plans had changed and she needed to just wait.
So she waited.
Watching her with hooded eyes, he moved until he was propped up against the headboard. He took his heavy, latex-encased cock in his hand and stroked it. “What do you want, Isobel?”
Phew.
Grinning like a cat that had just had a whole bowl of warm cream placed in front of her, Isobel crawled across the bed, tossed one leg over his lap and hovered just above him.
“Little control freak,” he whispered, taking his cock and angling the tip at her center.
“Nuh-uh.” She lifted one eyebrow before shaking her head and tilting her hips forward so the tip of him hit a different part of her. She sank down just a touch so he got the idea.
He was no dummy.
Lust filled his eyes, his lips parted, and warm puffs of air escaped him, hitting her lips, which were just inches from his. “Iz, we don’t—”

She put her finger to his lips. “I thought I was in charge.”