Hot Dad

by Whitley Cox

Genres: Contemporary Romance; Erotic & Steamy Romance; Firefighters Romance; Romantic Comedy; Romantic Suspense; Romantic Suspense; erotic romance; romantic comedy; Single Dad romance; firefighter romance; single mom romance; kinky; they meet at playgroup

Synopsis

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A single dad, firefighter, steamy rom-com.

Sam

Since the moment I laid eyes on her I've wanted her.

But I wasn't ready.

The kids were my world and my wounds were still raw.

For six months, I watched her from afar. Dreamed of her, lusted after her, fantasized...

But all that's about to change. I'm finally ready to take the plunge and start dating again. And now that I know she's single, I'm going to do this right and win Harper. I want her mind, I want her body, I want her heart.

And when she gives me all access, no limits, I know she's the one for me.



Harper

He's the one we all call Hot Dad at playgroup. The one who makes my knees weak and my pulse race every time he walks through the door. We all watch him, and dream of him asking us out.

But my kid is my world, and I'm a frumpy mom with a hole in the bum of her yoga pants. What could he ever see in me? So when Sam calls out of the blue, I'm stunned.

Now if only the kids can stop cock-blocking us, and his psycho ex would go away.

He's turned out to be the alpha of my dreams and I'm willing and eager to be his forever.

Release date: June 29, 2018

Publisher: Whitley Cox

Print pages: 290

Content advisory: BDSM elements, 5 flames, very steamy, some suspense elements.

Sample

“Jesus Murphy,” Amy said with a whisper chuckle. “You two need to go get a room. There are children here. You can cut the sexual tension in this place with a knife.”

I shook my head, removing my gaze from Sam. He didn’t follow but instead continued to watch me. I let out a huff as I turned to face Amy. “It’s all him. He’s looking at me like he wants to take me into the janitor’s closet and have his way with me.”

She elbowed me in the ribs and bobbed her eyebrows. “Maybe he does.”

A few moments later, I was busy chatting with my mom posse, trying my damnedest to ignore Sam when my phone vibrated in my pocket.

S: You look really nice today. I like the high-tops. ; )

Did he just winky-face me?

I glanced up to find him with his back to me as he played trains with Landon. I texted him back.

H: Are you TRYING to out us to the “coven”?

S: The coven?

H: My mom posse.

S: You call yourselves the coven?

H: As a joke. More importantly, are you trying to out us? Those looks were anything but innocent. Amy said she could cut the tension in this room with a knife.

Notice I didn’t say sexual tension. I’d had to delete that at first. I didn’t want to presume anything or, more importantly, give him any ammo.

S: What kind of “tension” are you referring to? I’m not tense. Are you tense? Why are you tense?

Damn him! Even when he was texting and not even looking at me, he was being cute and getting me all flustered.

H: I think you know EXACTLY what kind of tension.

S: Sexual?

H: Oh God!

S: You’re blushing.

My head popped up from my phone. Sure enough, he had swiveled his big sexy body back around and was sitting cross-legged on the floor with Landon, his phone in his hand.

H: Because you’re trying to embarrass me.

S: I’m not trying to do anything but get to know you. And now I know you embarrass easily. I also know I like it when you wear that tight sweater. Shows off your …

With a wry smile, I lifted my head. He was watching me. My phone vibrated again, and I looked down.

S: Elbows. You have GREAT elbows.

H: You’re incorrigible.

S: I prefer the word smitten, but to each their own.