Release Blitz & Review - RESCUED BY THE SINGLE DAD by Whitley Cox

 

Title: Rescued by the Single Dad

Series: The Single Dads of San Camanez: The Brew Brothers Book 1

Author: Whitley Cox

Release Date: April 6, 2023

Title: Rescued by the Single Dad

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Tropes: forced proximity, small town, fish out of water, single dad, military, little mermaid rendition, whodunnit, suspense, brotherhood

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?

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.

4 Stars

What a wonderful start to a new series full of single dad brothers who are working together on a small island. Doing everything they can to give their kids the best life.

Clint is still struggling with where his marriage was before the loss of his wife, even after all these years. But his focus is on his little girl Talia and making their brewery a success. Until he finds a beauty washed up on the beach, then things shift a little for him.

Brooke is lucky to be alive and wouldn't have been if not for her swimming in high school. As successful as Brooke's acting career has been and gotten, she is still fighting the demons from her past. Why would anyone want to hurt her?

Grab your copy and watch how the story unfolds. Could the small town guy and the famous starlet give love a try? Will they solve the mystery of who wants to harm Brooke.

Looking forward to more to come from the series.

*** Advanced copy provided in exchange for an honest review.***

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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