Series: The Single Dads of San Camanez: The Brew Brothers
Publication date: October 19th, 2024
Synopsis:
Can an accidental meeting put a brewery prince and a stranger both at risk?
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 Wyatt's story...
Single Dad and chef Wyatt McEvoy was simply heading home after another grueling day in the kitchen when a battered and terrified woman literally ran right into him. Who did this to her? And if they're still alive, they won't be for long.
When Vica Vitale was attacked at the McEvoy's pub, she nearly paid the ultimate price. Luckily, she knows how to defend herself. Only, no witnesses to see her do it means the police now think she's a killer. Because of this, her new company has canceled her visa application, and immigration is ready with the handcuffs.
With no family in the country, Vica is on her own and terrified. Until Wyatt steps up and makes her the offer of a lifetime. Marry him. Doing so will get his protection and a green card. She only needs to keep her end of the agreement and avoid falling in love with her new husband in the process. Otherwise, she might jeopardize his family's safety as well as her heart.
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Praise
"It was good to be back on San Camanez Island with the McEvoy brothers for single dad and chef Wyatt McEvoy and Vica Vitale's story and what a rollercoaster of a story it was. When Wyatt finds a battered and bruised Vica who had been attacked, his protective instincts roar to life. However, as there were no witnesses Vica is now in danger on several fronts. I loved the camaraderie between the brothers. All bound by tragedy, they are there for one another and it is this that adds an additional layer to the story. When Wyatt steps in and offers to help her, she is grateful. However what follows is a story of suspense, danger, angst, romance and heat. There were moments where I was on the edge of my seat whilst reading." -- Erin Lewis (@ErinL) ~ 5-star Bookbub Review
"Oh my I absolutely love the single dad series! This book does not disappoint. In this book we get to focus on Wyatt and he quickly becomes my favorite because he's a chef and who doesn't like a man who can cook right! After drama at the restaurant Wyatt offers Vica a place to stay with his and his boys. Of course with two little kids in the house comes funny moments and also some very powerful ones. Can they work together to figure out what is going on and will they be able to stay together? Whitley Cox is one of the best authors out there! I can't wait for the next brother's story!" -- Jennifer Van Driel ~ 5-star Goodreads Review
"With a storyline that locks you in from the opening pages, Whitley Cox has outshined all of the others in the series with this addition in the Single Dads saga. Wyatt and Vica come together after a horrific scene but not only does he provide her protection, the entire McEvoy family give her exactly what she never thought she needed - family, love and undying support. You will not be able to put this book down!!" -- Nicki - The Overflowing Bookcase ~ 5-star Goodreads Review
"I loved Wyatt and Vica's story. The addition of Jake and Griffon were the comedic relief this story needed. I loved the suspense and the gradual build up of the love between not only Vica and Wyatt but Vica and his 2 kids. I don't want to give too much away but I literally could not put this story down!" -- Angelique ~ 5-star Goodreads Review
"Hot, sexy, infuriating, funny, dangerous, heartbreaking and so much more. A very suspenseful read with a lot of love to go around, especially those kids. How could you not love them. The innocent words out of the mouths of babes. Swoon!" -- Vickie ~ 5-star Goodreads Review
Excerpt
"What do you mean?"
"I can cook. I'm actually a very good cook. I worked at a restaurant back home in Italy as a teenager and my father, brother, and I cooked dinner together almost every night. It was a way we came together and bonded."
He was skeptical.
But he was also desperate.
Technically, he could just put her on a prep station chopping vegetables and such. All he really needed in the kitchen was an extra set of hands that knew how to hold a knife and dice onions.
"I'm getting pretty restless, Wyatt. We could help each other out here. I help you in the kitchen, you help me by getting me out of the house and making me feel useful. I feel like a sitting chicken right now. Just waiting for slaughter."
"A sitting duck?"
"Does the bird really matter? And besides, ducks can fly. They have a better chance at escaping. It should be a chicken."
He couldn't argue with her reasoning.
"Please?" She blinked those beautiful, soulful, brown eyes at him and in that moment, he would have given her anything in the world. A job, a ring, a kidney.
Finally, he nodded. "Okay. Thank you."
"I am the one that should be thanking you." She bounced on her toes. "I am excited to be useful. You will see, I am very good with a knife." Her wink made his dick twitch before she bounded out of the kitchen and upstairs. "I need to change."
He really shouldn't be having such inappropriate thoughts about Vica, but the longer she stayed with them, the harder and harder that became. He'd already woken up twice with painful erections because his dreams about her had been downright filthy. Then it was impossible to look her in the eye in the morning over the breakfast table. Particularly because in one of those dreams, her mouth had been wrapped around his cock and the eye contact she made, glancing up at him from her knees, nearly made him wake up in a sticky mess.
He finished packing the boys' lunches, then went about making pancakes since the guilt of lashing out at his kids gnawed away at him like a beaver on a tree trunk. He was just flipping the first batch on the griddle when the kids and Vica came back downstairs. She wore all black now. Black leggings that made her ass scream at him to bite it, and a black T-shirt that hugged her curves and made him groan.
"Are you making pancakes, Dad?" Jake asked.
He nodded. "Yeah. I'm sorry I snapped at you guys. I was stressed because Rico fell off his bike and broke his leg."
"Oh no!" Griffon said. "Did it fall off?"
Wyatt gave his youngest son a heavy eye roll. "No. It didn't break off, it just broke on the inside."
"Like Talia broke her arm," Jake said.
"Exactly. Anyway, Justine put a cast on him, but he's going to be out of work for a bit and Killian is on vacation until Tuesday. So we're short staffed. I was just stressed, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm sorry."
"So what are you going to do?" Jake asked, reclaiming his seat at the table and grabbing a small bunch of freshly washed green grapes from the bowl.
"Luckily, Vica has offered to help out in the kitchen."
"You can cook?" Griffon asked her with genuine surprise.
"I can. I used to work in a kitchen back in Italy. And I cooked a lot with my dad and brother."
"What's your brother's name?" Griffon asked. The kid had the attention span of a fruit fly and switched topics quicker than a Formula One driver changed gears.
"His name was Lorenzo, but he has passed away."
"How'd he die?" Griffon asked.
"Griff," Wyatt warned.
"What?" his youngest challenged. "Is that a bad thing to ask?"
"It's okay," Vica said. "He was a professional parachuter with the Italian military. He was on a training jump, neither of his chutes deployed and--"
"That's awful," Griffon said, his little mouth hanging open. "I would never want to die that way."
Yeah, it definitely wasn't how Wyatt wanted to go, knowing you were falling to your death when neither chute opened and there wasn't anything you could do to stop it. When he went, he wanted it to be either quick and painless where he didn't even see it coming. Or where he knew it was happening and had done all he could to fight it and was surrounded by those he loved, with all his affairs in order and a heavy dose of pain meds flowing through his veins.
"Pancakes are up," Wyatt said, plunking the flapjacks into the middle of the table. "I expect fruit to be consumed, please. Not just carbs and sugar."
"But carbs are so delicious," Griffon chimed as he speared a pancake with his fork and brought it onto his plate. "Why are they called carbs?"
Wyatt exhaled and brought Vica a coffee. "I'm sorry, again."
"It's okay. If that is the extent to which you eat people's hair, it's pretty low-key."
He smirked. "You're fucking with me now. Right?"
Her grin made his cock twitch, and she bit into a strawberry. He never wanted to be a piece of fruit more in his life. "I'm excited to see you in your work environment as the big boss. Does everyone say, 'Yes, chef.'?"
He sat down across from her. "No. But I think I'll make you say it."
"Yes, chef," she said with a wink before taking a sip of her coffee.
Annnnd, his dick just jumped again.
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