Title: Neighbors with the Single Dad
Series: The Single Dads of Seattle
Author: Whitley Cox
Genre: Contemporary Single Dad Romance
Release Date: March 14, 2020
Mixing business with pleasure has never been more complicated.
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 Scott's story ...
Single Dad of Seattle, Scott Dixon wasn't looking for love when he tagged along to a bachelor party one night. And he certainly wasn't looking for a one-night-stand with an intriguing redhead with moss-green eyes and a killer smile. But that's exactly what he got. Only, when she vanishes the next morning without a trace, Scott's heart is broken and his ego a little bruised. What's a guy to do?
Recently divorced, single mom, Eva Marchand just needs to start over. Her ex-husband was a monster who ruled her life with a fist of fury making her fear for her life and her sons'. She's moving on, and moving into a new neighborhood. She never expected the new neighbor who came to say hello to be her incredible, unforgettable one-night-stand from last month though. Not that she's complaining.
Things between Eva and Scott immediately begin to heat up again--and as a bonus, their kids get along great. The two are determined to look at their new proximity as divine intervention from the fates--that is until Scott's new VIP client at work turns out to be none other than Eva's evil ex, and he is hell-bent on making things difficult for everyone.
Can Scott and Eva find a way to stay together without Scott losing his job or Eva and her sons falling into danger, or will Eva being Neighbors with the Single Dad be an intervention they both wish the fates had stayed out of?
**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.
“So, when am I going to get to take you out on a proper date?” he asked, not bothering to turn back around. He stepped to the side and opening up a cupboard to grab some bowls. “I meant what I said before. If you want this to be casual and meaningless, I can do that. But something tells me you’re not really into that.” He tossed another look over his shoulder at her, pinning her with a heated gaze, and for some reason, the slight crook to his nose made him look dangerously handsome at the moment. “At least not for the long term,” he finished. “You want more.”
Gulp.
“And I would like to be more.” He began scooping the mac and cheese into the bowls. “I would like to be a lot more. Do a lot more—with you.” With two filled bowls, he turned around and made his way toward the kitchen table, but before he got there, he stopped just behind her. “Do you want more, Eva?” His warm breath against her neck had her fighting the urge to shiver. But she couldn’t shiver. A reaction like that would only feed into his game. She wanted to make him work for it.
Whatever it was.
“Hmm, Eva. Just Eva. Do you want more?”
Hell, yes, she wanted more. She wanted all of it.
She gulped again.
“I want more, Scott,” she whispered, not ready to turn around.
She didn’t have to see him to know he was smiling. Warm lips landed on her neck, and she lost the battle with her urges and allowed her eyes to flutter shut.
“We’ll start slow,” he murmured, peppering more kisses along the back of her shoulders to the other side of her neck. “First, tell me your last name, your favorite color, and one secret about yourself hardly anyone else knows. Then we’ll decide how much more we can handle.”
“Marchand,” she breathed. “Eva Danielle Marchand. I went back to my maiden name.”
“Eva Marchand. Very French.” His tongue danced just below her ear. “I like it.”
“Green. Like the trees and the grass and all the plants. It’s the color of Earth, of life, of all things new.”
“And the color of your amazing eyes.”
The warmth of him behind her had her entire body blushing. Need pooled in her belly, and a rush of wetness coated her panties. She was practically breathless, yet she hadn’t moved an inch.
Gulp.
“And I would like to be more.” He began scooping the mac and cheese into the bowls. “I would like to be a lot more. Do a lot more—with you.” With two filled bowls, he turned around and made his way toward the kitchen table, but before he got there, he stopped just behind her. “Do you want more, Eva?” His warm breath against her neck had her fighting the urge to shiver. But she couldn’t shiver. A reaction like that would only feed into his game. She wanted to make him work for it.
Whatever it was.
“Hmm, Eva. Just Eva. Do you want more?”
Hell, yes, she wanted more. She wanted all of it.
She gulped again.
“I want more, Scott,” she whispered, not ready to turn around.
She didn’t have to see him to know he was smiling. Warm lips landed on her neck, and she lost the battle with her urges and allowed her eyes to flutter shut.
“We’ll start slow,” he murmured, peppering more kisses along the back of her shoulders to the other side of her neck. “First, tell me your last name, your favorite color, and one secret about yourself hardly anyone else knows. Then we’ll decide how much more we can handle.”
“Marchand,” she breathed. “Eva Danielle Marchand. I went back to my maiden name.”
“Eva Marchand. Very French.” His tongue danced just below her ear. “I like it.”
“Green. Like the trees and the grass and all the plants. It’s the color of Earth, of life, of all things new.”
“And the color of your amazing eyes.”
The warmth of him behind her had her entire body blushing. Need pooled in her belly, and a rush of wetness coated her panties. She was practically breathless, yet she hadn’t moved an inch.
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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