Title: New Year's with the Single Dad
Series: The Single Dads of Seattle
Author: Whitley Cox
Genre: Single Dad Holiday Romance/Comedy
Release Date: November 30, 2019
A lot can happen in twenty-four hours ...
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 Emmetts story ...
Single dad of Seattle, Dr. Emmett Strong doesn't believe in soulmates. Not since his ex-wife blindsided him with divorce papers, breaking not just his heart, but his daughter's, as well. Eighteen months later, it's just the two of them and he intends to keep it that way. He won't hurt Josie again by bringing another woman into her life.
However, fate has other plans and on New Year's Eve, sparks instantly fly when he bumps into the intriguing and beautiful Zara.
However, fate has other plans and on New Year's Eve, sparks instantly fly when he bumps into the intriguing and beautiful Zara.
Single mom and flower shop owner, Zara Olsen, has no time--or patience--for wishy-washy men who can't commit., so she's definitely not going to fall for the unavailable doctor. But when Emmett keeps getting thrown into her path, and the two wind up at the same New Year's Eve party, she wonders if fate is trying to tell her he's not so unavailable after all. He's funny and kind, the chemistry between them is sizzling and it's almost midnight. It must be time for a kiss. But when she finally gives into their attraction, she begins to regret it when Emmett starts acting strange.
Can Emmett set aside the past and reach for the bright future he could have with Zara, or will this New Year's with the Single Dad end up being one Zara will remember, but would rather forget?
**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.
“I love your laugh,” he said, taking the risk and pressing his nose and cheeks against the tops of her soft breasts, nuzzling them.
She inched forward just a fraction more, and her pelvis grazed his erection. It jerked before he could tell it not to.
He glanced up at her, not removing his nose from her chest.
Her eyes flared.
“What are we doing, Emmett?” she breathed, her chest now heaving against his face, her feminine scent driving him absolutely bonkers.
His fingers bunched in the fabric of her dress, drawing it up her legs until her ass was exposed. He cupped her almost bare bottom, loving the way her cheeks clenched in his palm. He could tell she worked out, or at least walked a lot. Her thighs, although soft, had muscle and definition, the same with her ass. Each cheek was the perfect handful—and then some. He could only imagine how amazing that ass would look up in the air with her bent over the wine barrel and his cock sliding in and out of her.
She was curvy in all the right places. Something to hold on to. Feminine and beautiful.
“Emmett?” Her words were now a strangled murmur as he brought one hand around under her dress and pushed her panties to the side, exploring her slick folds.
She was so wet for him already.
“Hmm?” he hummed, tracing trails over the tops of her breasts with his tongue.
“What are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” he whispered, kissing the swell of each perfect mound, wishing he had more hands so he could still cup her ass, explore her pussy but also fish her breasts out of her top and draw a tight nipple into his mouth. “What I do know is that you’re making me break all my rules. This isn’t typical me at all.”
Her breath snagged, and gooseflesh broke out across her chest and arms. He glanced up at her but didn’t stop the exploration of his tongue. She was staring down at him with an open mouth and wide eyes, her cheeks gorgeously pinked up and sexy as fuck.
She inched forward just a fraction more, and her pelvis grazed his erection. It jerked before he could tell it not to.
He glanced up at her, not removing his nose from her chest.
Her eyes flared.
“What are we doing, Emmett?” she breathed, her chest now heaving against his face, her feminine scent driving him absolutely bonkers.
His fingers bunched in the fabric of her dress, drawing it up her legs until her ass was exposed. He cupped her almost bare bottom, loving the way her cheeks clenched in his palm. He could tell she worked out, or at least walked a lot. Her thighs, although soft, had muscle and definition, the same with her ass. Each cheek was the perfect handful—and then some. He could only imagine how amazing that ass would look up in the air with her bent over the wine barrel and his cock sliding in and out of her.
She was curvy in all the right places. Something to hold on to. Feminine and beautiful.
“Emmett?” Her words were now a strangled murmur as he brought one hand around under her dress and pushed her panties to the side, exploring her slick folds.
She was so wet for him already.
“Hmm?” he hummed, tracing trails over the tops of her breasts with his tongue.
“What are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” he whispered, kissing the swell of each perfect mound, wishing he had more hands so he could still cup her ass, explore her pussy but also fish her breasts out of her top and draw a tight nipple into his mouth. “What I do know is that you’re making me break all my rules. This isn’t typical me at all.”
Her breath snagged, and gooseflesh broke out across her chest and arms. He glanced up at her but didn’t stop the exploration of his tongue. She was staring down at him with an open mouth and wide eyes, her cheeks gorgeously pinked up and sexy as fuck.
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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