Series: The Single Moms of Seattle
Author: Whitley Cox
Genre: Steamy/Contemporary/Single Mom Romance
Release Date: October 17, 2020
Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Moms of Seattle. Three sexy single ladies who drink a ton of wine every Saturday night, bitch about life, have each other's backs, are the ultimate mama bears, and hope to one day, just maybe find love again.
This is Lauren's story ...
Being a single mom was never the plan for Lauren.
Neither was having a baby in a car all alone on a gridlocked interstate.
Thank goodness for sexy cops who are heroes even on their days off.
One of the good guys—or at least trying to be—Isaac can’t get the woman whose baby he helped deliver out of his head.
He sees it all with Lauren.
A life. A family. A future.
But superstition and a family curse have her rebuffing him, even though she looks at him with a need that mirrors his own.
When Lauren finally gives into her heart, the passion between them explodes.
Life isn’t just good, it’s great.
Until Isaac realizes their history was connected in a way he never expected.
He ruined her life without even knowing it.
Can he confess the truth to Lauren without hurting the one person who has finally made him feel human again? Without demolishing her world, and his, in the process?
**Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, a sexy alpha male, and of course as with all my books, this has an HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. If you liked my single dad series, then you'll love this spin-off trilogy.
“I love Lauren and Isaac! Fate. Coincidence. Bad Luck. Or Truly Cursed. Only Lauren can decide. The journey to that decision is funny heartwarming and I didn't see that coming all at once. A true must read!” (Nicole Thomas, Goodreads Review)
“Every time I read a new book of Whitley's I have a new favorite couple. Lauren was a standout character from the previous book and I was so excited to read her story. I love her lack of filter. Isaac is the best combination of sexy, sweet, and alpha. I would definitely recommend this to someone looking for a great read.” (schlemmerdc, Bookbub review)
“This was my first book by this author, and I am impressed. I will definitely read more of her work. Isaac is one of the good guys, who became a cop to protect and serve after his time in the Marines. I love that he is a red-haired hero. I really appreciated the real life look at new motherhood through Lauren’s exhausted eyes. The chemistry between them is combustible. I had many moments where I laughed out loud at something the characters said or did. They have a lot of heat in the bedroom. Their friends and the support around them are entertaining and important. There are a few twists along the way; some I could almost see coming and some I definitely did not. I loved how Isaac fought for their relationship in the midst of their trial and that Lauren never stops loving him. Their HEA is awesome in part because they must overcome to get there. I experienced all of the emotions reading this story and I definitely recommend it.” (Judy Lynn, Bookbub Review)
Her throat bobbed on a sexy swallow as she sipped her wine, a bead of the merlot getting caught on her bottom lip. He wanted to lick it off or at the very least catch it with his thumb, but he resisted. She’d just put a barrier back between them, one he thought she’d torn down earlier. He needed to respect her boundaries.
But when her mouth twisted in such a way and that droplet clung to her lip, just calling to him, he said “fuck boundaries,” reached forward and swiped his thumb over her lip. “For the record,” he said, popping his thumb into his mouth, “you’re not damaged goods, as you said earlier. When my mom finally left my dad, I would have punched any person in the face who dared to call her damaged goods.”
Heat flashed in the blue of her eyes, and her bottom lip dropped open.
“I’ll respect your decision,” he said. “But just know, it’s not off the table for me … if you’re interested.”
She did nothing more than stare at him. But the flare of her nostrils and the widening of her eyes did all the talking for her.
Sitting up, he adjusted Ike on his lap. The baby didn’t so much as flinch. “But I’m okay with just a friendship too. This isn’t an ultimatum.”
“I’m only two weeks …” she whispered. “We can’t …”
Shifting again, he turned to face her. Ike remained deep in REM, his eyes behind his closed lids the only things moving, save for the rise and fall of his little chest. “And if it is something you want to explore, we can take things slow. I’m not a horny teenager that needs to jump into bed right away. We can get to know each other.”
She nibbled on her lip. “You’re saying all the right things, Isaac.” Her laugh was more of a throaty chortle as she turned her head. “I don’t even know your last name. Besides the fact that you’re a cop—a sergeant—you are single and childless and just adopted a kitten, I know nothing about you. And yet we’re discussing—sort of—the idea of becoming …”
“Fox.”
“Huh?”
“That’s my last name. Isaac James Fox.”
“You’re Foxy Sergeant Big Hands?” She shook her head and averted her eyes. “Of course you are.”
“Foxy Sergeant Big Hands?” he murmured. Did he miss something?
She sipped her wine. “Never mind.”
But when her mouth twisted in such a way and that droplet clung to her lip, just calling to him, he said “fuck boundaries,” reached forward and swiped his thumb over her lip. “For the record,” he said, popping his thumb into his mouth, “you’re not damaged goods, as you said earlier. When my mom finally left my dad, I would have punched any person in the face who dared to call her damaged goods.”
Heat flashed in the blue of her eyes, and her bottom lip dropped open.
“I’ll respect your decision,” he said. “But just know, it’s not off the table for me … if you’re interested.”
She did nothing more than stare at him. But the flare of her nostrils and the widening of her eyes did all the talking for her.
Sitting up, he adjusted Ike on his lap. The baby didn’t so much as flinch. “But I’m okay with just a friendship too. This isn’t an ultimatum.”
“I’m only two weeks …” she whispered. “We can’t …”
Shifting again, he turned to face her. Ike remained deep in REM, his eyes behind his closed lids the only things moving, save for the rise and fall of his little chest. “And if it is something you want to explore, we can take things slow. I’m not a horny teenager that needs to jump into bed right away. We can get to know each other.”
She nibbled on her lip. “You’re saying all the right things, Isaac.” Her laugh was more of a throaty chortle as she turned her head. “I don’t even know your last name. Besides the fact that you’re a cop—a sergeant—you are single and childless and just adopted a kitten, I know nothing about you. And yet we’re discussing—sort of—the idea of becoming …”
“Fox.”
“Huh?”
“That’s my last name. Isaac James Fox.”
“You’re Foxy Sergeant Big Hands?” She shook her head and averted her eyes. “Of course you are.”
“Foxy Sergeant Big Hands?” he murmured. Did he miss something?
She sipped her wine. “Never mind.”
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.
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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