Spotlight: Smitten with the Single Dad by Whitley Cox

Series: The Single Dads of San Camanez: The Brew Brothers

Release Date: October 19, 2024

Genre: Contemporary Single Dad Romance

Tropes: forced proximity, small town, marriage of convenience, military, chef hero, inspirational, overcoming grief, brotherhood

Can an accidental meeting put a brewery prince and a stranger both at risk?

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 Wyatt’s story ...

Single Dad and chef Wyatt McEvoy was simply heading home after another gruelling day in the kitchen when a battered and terrified woman literally ran right into him. Who did this to her? And if they’re still alive, they won’t be for long.

When Vica Vitale was attacked at the McEvoy’s pub, she nearly paid the ultimate price. Luckily, she knows how to defend herself. Only, no witnesses to see her do it means the police now think she’s a killer. Because of this, her new company has canceled her visa application, and immigration is ready with the handcuffs.

With no family in the country, Vica is on her own and terrified. Until Wyatt steps up and makes her the offer of a lifetime. Marry him. Doing so will get his protection and a green card. She only needs to keep her end of the agreement and avoid falling in love with her new husband in the process. Otherwise, she might jeopardize his family’s safety as well as her heart.

Excerpt

“How about me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I can cook. I’m actually a very good cook. I worked at a restaurant back home in Italy as a teenager and my father, brother, and I cooked dinner together almost every night. It was a way we came together and bonded.”

He was skeptical. 

But he was also desperate. 

Technically, he could just put her on a prep station chopping vegetables and such. All he really needed in the kitchen was an extra set of hands that knew how to hold a knife and dice onions. 

“I’m getting pretty restless, Wyatt. We could help each other out here. I help you in the kitchen, you help me by getting me out of the house and making me feel useful. I feel like a sitting chicken right now. Just waiting for slaughter.”

“A sitting duck?”

“Does the bird really matter? And besides, ducks can fly. They have a better chance at escaping. It should be a chicken.”

He couldn’t argue with her reasoning. 

“Please?” She blinked those beautiful, soulful, brown eyes at him and in that moment, he would have given her anything in the world. A job, a ring, a kidney. 

Finally, he nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”

“I am the one that should be thanking you.” She bounced on her toes. “I am excited to be useful. You will see, I am very good with a knife.” Her wink made his dick twitch before she bounded out of the kitchen and upstairs. “I need to change.”

He really shouldn’t be having such inappropriate thoughts about Vica, but the longer she stayed with them, the harder and harder that became. He’d already woken up twice with painful erections because his dreams about her had been downright filthy. Then it was impossible to look her in the eye in the morning over the breakfast table. Particularly because in one of those dreams, her mouth had been wrapped around his cock and the eye contact she made, glancing up at him from her knees, nearly made him wake up in a sticky mess. 

He finished packing the boys’ lunches, then went about making pancakes since the guilt of lashing out at his kids gnawed away at him like a beaver on a tree trunk. He was just flipping the first batch on the griddle when the kids and Vica came back downstairs. She wore all black now. Black leggings that made her ass scream at him to bite it, and a black T-shirt that hugged her curves and made him groan. 

“Are you making pancakes, Dad?” Jake asked. 

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m sorry I snapped at you guys. I was stressed because Rico fell off his bike and broke his leg.”

“Oh no!” Griffon said. “Did it fall off?”

Wyatt gave his youngest son a heavy eye roll. “No. It didn’t break off, it just broke on the inside.”

“Like Talia broke her arm,” Jake said. 

“Exactly. Anyway, Justine put a cast on him, but he’s going to be out of work for a bit and Killian is on vacation until Tuesday. So we’re short staffed. I was just stressed, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I’m sorry.”

“So what are you going to do?” Jake asked, reclaiming his seat at the table and grabbing a small bunch of freshly washed green grapes from the bowl. 

“Luckily, Vica has offered to help out in the kitchen.”

“You can cook?” Griffon asked her with genuine surprise.

“I can. I used to work in a kitchen back in Italy. And I cooked a lot with my dad and brother.”

“What’s your brother’s name?” Griffon asked. The kid had the attention span of a fruit fly and switched topics quicker than a Formula One driver changed gears. 

“His name was Lorenzo, but he has passed away.”

“How’d he die?” Griffon asked. 

“Griff,” Wyatt warned. 

“What?” his youngest challenged. “Is that a bad thing to ask?”

“It’s okay,” Vica said. “He was a professional parachuter with the Italian military. He was on a training jump, neither of his chutes deployed and—”

“That’s awful,” Griffon said, his little mouth hanging open. “I would never want to die that way.”

Yeah, it definitely wasn’t how Wyatt wanted to go, knowing you were falling to your death when neither chute opened and there wasn’t anything you could do to stop it. When he went, he wanted it to be either quick and painless where he didn’t even see it coming. Or where he knew it was happening and had done all he could to fight it and was surrounded by those he loved, with all his affairs in order and a heavy dose of pain meds flowing through his veins. 

“Pancakes are up,” Wyatt said, plunking the flapjacks into the middle of the table. “I expect fruit to be consumed, please. Not just carbs and sugar.”

“But carbs are so delicious,” Griffon chimed as he speared a pancake with his fork and brought it onto his plate. “Why are they called carbs?”

Wyatt exhaled and brought Vica a coffee. “I’m sorry, again.”

“It’s okay. If that is the extent to which you eat people’s hair, it’s pretty low-key.”

He smirked. “You’re fucking with me now. Right?”

Her grin made his cock twitch, and she bit into a strawberry. He never wanted to be a piece of fruit more in his life. “I’m excited to see you in your work environment as the big boss. Does everyone say, ‘Yes, chef.’?”

He sat down across from her. “No. But I think I’ll make you say it.”

“Yes, chef,” she said with a wink before taking a sip of her coffee. 

Annnnd, his dick just jumped again.

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About the Author

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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Spotlight: Summer with the Single Dad by Whitley Cox

Series: The Single Dads of San Camanez: The Brew Brothers

Release Date: August 24, 2024

Genre/Tropes: Forced proximity, small town, fish out of water, single dad, military, medical/heroine doctor, inspirational, overcoming grief, brotherhood

What happens when the stubborn island prince falls for the mysterious stranger with a secret?

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 Bennett’s story ...

Single Dad and CFO, Bennett McEvoy, is determined to give his daughters a fun summer despite the money woes plaguing his family business. He needs the brewpub and cabins he owns with his brothers to be more prosperous than ever. Because right now, things are tight. His focus is on profit and sustainability. He doesn’t have time for the mysterious beauty in cabin five. But when her cabin floods, he insists she move into his house, because he absolutely does not want to see her go.

Dr. Justine Brazeau, a renowned cardiothoracic surgeon, made a mistake and killed a patient. Clearly, she’s not cut out to practice medicine. But now, she has no direction or purpose. She’s lost. She’s sad. And she’s lonely. Well, not anymore since she’s living with Bennett, and he’s making it very difficult for her to figure out her future—that doesn’t involve him without a shirt (or pants).

Can Bennett make the money his family business needs this summer, and heal Justine’s guilty heart? Or is she too consumed with her own pain to see that together they are stronger, better, and a lot less broken?

Excerpt

His eyes widened, and a soft sadness entered his heated blue gaze. 

“It’s fine,” she dismissed. “I’ve come to terms with it. I also got checked after my ex …”

He nodded, understanding and not making her say the rest. 

Then he helped her hop up on his hips and he was inside her in two thunderous heartbeats. How she managed to get so wet and turned on by their last conversation eluded her, but she was. She was slick and ready when he notched himself at her center and slid home. Their collective sighs of relief made her smile as she clung to him and he began to hammer her into the tree. 

Nothing about this was conventional, or romantic, or sweet. 

But holy hell, was it ever hot. 

She’d never had sex anywhere but a bed before, let alone outside, on the side of the road with somewhat of a stranger. 

And yet, no part of her—not even the voice of her mother, which sat permanently in the back of her brain criticizing her—told her this was a bad idea. Her mother’s voice would later. It was probably still asleep, that was all. 

So since nothing was telling her to stop, and everything was telling her to take, to soak up the dopamine and oxytocin, and find some joy, she tilted her face skyward until her head hit the trunk, allowing his teeth to rake her neck and jaw, for his kisses and his thrusts to push her deeper into euphoria. She smiled at the pink and blue sky as the morning sun shot streaks of light through the clouds. She smiled at how incredible it was to feel joy without guilt and to be with someone who understood what it was like to want to run from joy because they didn’t feel they deserved it. 

Bennett’s grunts and groans brought her back to reality, and she tightened her hold around his neck while locking her legs behind his back and tilting her hips. That made him groan, and she followed it with a moan of her own, because now his pubic bone was hitting her clit just right and she could see the edge she wanted to leap from. She ran toward it, met him thrust for thrust as best she could, clawed at his back, and dropped her mouth to his neck and nipped him. 

“Christ,” he growled, holding the backs of her thighs and increasing everything: his speed, his effort, and even his vocalization. He was grunting more and louder as he hammered her harder and harder into the tree. If she wasn’t full of endorphins and dopamine the bark might have hurt, but everything—even the pain—felt good. It felt better than good, it felt incredible. 

His fingers dug into the backs of her thighs, and his cadence began to wane. He was getting closer. Thank god, because so was she. 

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About the Author

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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Spotlight: Rescued by the Single Dad by Whitley Cox

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?

Excerpt

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. 

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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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Spotlight: The Matchmaking Heirs by Whitley Cox & Ember Leigh

Series: Winter Harbor Heroes, Book 4

Release: December 1, 2023

Genre: Christmas, holiday, winter, matchmaking, small town, mystery, family secrets, feel-good, inspirational, warm and fuzzy

Cover Design: EmCat Designs

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.

Excerpt

“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.”

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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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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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