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#AuthorLove for Whitley Cox

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

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Book 4.5 of The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series

Coming June 29^th

Hot and Filthy

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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.