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A West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart and together they have a spirited toddler 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 mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role playing, these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all of us.
Whitley Cox
Author of The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series
Book 4.5 of The
Dark and Damaged Hearts Series
Coming June 29th
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Blurb
Emma Everly didn’t know true
love or happiness until she met enigmatic millionaire James Shaw. He turned her
world upside down, all for the better, possessing her heart, body, and soul. He
brought her over to the dark and dirty side and opened her eyes to the wild and
kinky sex Emma didn’t even know she craved.
Now they’re married and ready
to start their life together, and Emma realizes all her dreams are coming true.
With a romantic honeymoon planned on a live-aboard boat in French Polynesia
with nothing but her handsome husband and the fishes, Emma is positive James
will take her body to newer and more extreme heights of pleasure. But James has
other ideas, and even in the middle of their sexy sea adventure, their
relationship is put to the test. Emma must find a way to come to terms with
James’ demands or risk ruining their first holiday as husband and wife.
A quick and
funny story with nothing but sex, scuba diving, and newlywed bickering. Because
these two deserve a chill honeymoon. As I’ve started telling people, it’s
nothing but pure filth with the odd parrot fish sighting. Don’t expect the
darkness and angst of the other books; this little story is meant to be light,
fun, super dirty and give you all the happy feels.
***Warning!
This book contains scenes with explicit sexual content, vulgar language and
BDSM play***
Excerpt from
“Are you
nervous?” Alyssa asked as she placed the flower crown on top of my head. We
were standing upstairs in the master bedroom, my mother and grandmother
flitting around behind us, frantically trying to sew the frayed hem of my Aunt
Eleanor’s dress.
I grinned at
Alyssa in the mirror and bit my lip as I adjusted the flowers. “Not in the
slightest. Giddy is more like it.”
Her eyes
twinkled. “I’m not sure I’ve ever met a man more head-over-heels in love with
someone than your groom. The man would walk over glass … hell, he’d walk over
Lego for you.”
I smiled
again, my cheeks burning from how mushy thoughts of my future husband made me.
“I’d walk over Lego for him, too.”
“Everyone
ready?” my mother asked, a rosy flush to her own high cheekbones as she stood
up from the floor, the sewing needle and thread still between her lips. She was
a beautiful woman, Anita Everly. With peaches and cream skin and a long slender
neck, which she showed off with her short blonde pixie cut, she was the
definition of a classic beauty.
I let out a
big sigh and locked eyes with my mother in the mirror. We had the same hazel
eyes, though hers held the kind of wisdom and compassion I only hoped to have
one day. She gave me a teary-eyed smile.
“You bet!” I
smiled back, emotion and the sudden realization of what I was about to go and
do hitting me in the solar plexus like a swift kick. “Let’s go and get me hitched!”
“There’s my
baby girl,” my dad said, meeting my mother and I at the foot of the stairs, his
own eyes starting to show signs of needing a tissue.
He looped
his arm through mine, and my mother took up sentry on the other side, while I
clutched the bouquet I’d made from my own garden flowers in my sweaty fist.
“You look
beautiful, honey.”
“Thanks,
Dad.”
He glanced
down at my feet, where my red painted toes just peeked out from beneath my
flowy Grecian-style gown. “Still going with the no shoe thing, eh?”
I rolled my
eyes. “It’s a backyard wedding. The grass is soft, and although we all know I
love me some heels, I’d rather not trip on my wedding day. Besides, it goes
with the whole Boho fairy princess thing I’m doing.”
I awkwardly
gestured to my off-white halter dress and flower crown on top of my beachy,
wavy hair. He just snorted a laugh and rolled his green eyes, smiling at me
like only a father getting ready to give his only daughter away could, with
heavily reined-in emotion and glowing pride.
I’m not a
pomp and circumstance kind of girl, and James is certainly not a pomp and
circumstance kind of guy. He’s not flashy, and neither of us was into the big
church wedding with hundreds of people we hardly knew. We wanted simple,
tasteful and, most of all, relaxing. James isn’t into big crowds, and he hates
being the center of attention, so I took great care to make the day as
minimally stressful and with the least amount of attention focused on him as
possible, while still being fun for our guests. And what better way than a DIY,
backyard BBQ wedding with just close friends and family? So, bare feet and a
flower crown just seemed to fit the vibe we were jonesing for.
“Nervous?”
my dad asked.
I swallowed.
“Not at all. You?”
His jaw
shook slightly, but he didn’t say anything; his expression was tangible.
Two tiny
garden fairies in matching purple dresses and crowns of baby’s breath bounded
down the aisle, sprinkling flower petals as they went. They might not be blood,
but they were my nieces in every other way that mattered, and I was so happy
they were sharing in our special day. Alyssa was next out the French doors,
stopping at the edge of the patio and tossing her shoulders back. She glanced
behind her and gave me a big wink and a smile before stepping down onto the
soft grass towards the altar.
“I think you
might have found someone who loves you more than we do,” my mum said as we made
our way through the living room towards the open doors, the music in the back
yard drawing us like the Pied Piper.
“As it
should be,” my father said stoically.
He pulled me
tighter against him and then turned his head and pecked me on the temple. He
had to bend down a wee bit, though, as my dad is a tall drink of water and my
head barely brushes his shoulders.
“We love
you, baby girl,” he choked, taking a deep breath.
I squeezed
both their arms and gave them each one final look before the daylight of the
back yard dazzled my eyes.
“I love you
guys, too.”
And then the
big tall evergreens shielded the sun, and my groom finally came into view,
standing handsome and regal next to his best friend, while his cobalt eyes
twinkled and his mouth, that devilish, talented, delicious mouth of his, curled
up into the most jaw-dropping — and panty-dropping — smile I’d ever seen.
Sex, Heat and Hunger: Part 1
Sex, Heat and Hunger: Part 2
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