Release and Review: Quick and Dirty by Whitley Cox

March 29, 2018

Quick & Dirty

Book 1, A Quick Billionaires Novel

Releasing: March 29, 2018

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance


The best way to get over a millionaire is to get under a billionaire.

Travel writer Parker Ryan wants to erase every last trace of her ex from her mind, body, and soul, and what better way to forget a man than to take an all-expenses-paid trip to Tahiti? She’ll have ten days to write a feature piece about The Windward Hibiscus Resort. 

That leaves plenty of time for fun and sun—

And a smoking hot fling with Tate McAllister, billionaire resort owner, scuba instructor, philanthropist, and let’s face it—sex god. 

Parker knows she’s not supposed to mix business with pleasure, but Tate’s ready and willing to wow her in and out of the bedroom. She can get the job done and let him fulfill all her fantasies, can’t she?

But she won’t, repeat—won’t—fall in love with the man. Even if every part of her wants to.

Quick and Dirty is the first book in a new series by Whitley Cox called The Quick Billionaire series. The heroine, Parker, is a travel writer that winds up getting assigned to visit a hotel in paradise right after being humiliated and dumped by her millionaire boyfriend, Xavier. Claiming he wanted someone more adventurous, he brutally ended their three year relationship at an event full of people with his mistress on his lap while he referred to Parker as "a dead fish."

Upon arriving at her destination in French Polynesia two weeks later, Parker receives a text from Xavier. Infuriated at it's contents, she goes up to the first attractive man she sees and asks him to take her to the nearest broom closet and fuck her brains out. Stunned, somewhat amused, and definitely turned on, the man complies.

Though the mystery man takes her to a music room instead of a broom closet, Parker gets her brains fucked out just like she asked for. Insisting on no names and no repeats, she leaves the room afterwards to get ready to meet with the hotel owner for an interview. Assuming the man that just rocked her world was a member of hotel staff, she knew she may run into him eventually, but if for no other reason than keeping his job, she knew he would keep their time together quiet.

When Parker arrives at her appointment with the hotel owner, Tate, she discovers that she was wrong about a few things. First, he already knew about her little tryst. Second, he was the sex god that blew her mind earlier, and third, it wasn't going to be the last time.

Quick and Dirty is sweet and steamy with a whole lot more heart than I expected. Don't let the name throw you off. This story may be on the shorter side, but it has a little more depth to it than most stand-alone romance novels of similiar length. Basically, there was actually developed main characters and more to the plot than just a lot of shallow sex. That being said, Whitley knows how to write a sex scene, so you can expect your panties to catch fire, too! If you're looking for a hot, heartfelt, romance in an exotic setting, this one's for you!

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“You know,” he started, making my head snap up from where I’d been staring to blatantly at his crotch, “I don’t see why we can’t make the most of your time here. Make one another feel good for the next ten days. You said you’re coming off a rough breakup, and I’m unattached. Isn’t it pretty much necessary to have an endless stream of mind-blowing, meaningless sex after you break up with someone?” 

An endless stream of mind-blowing, meaningless sex? 

No matter how hot the sauna was, my cheeks were hotter. 

He moved over on the bench and pushed himself up, his forearms flexing with the weight of having to hold up his body. A second later, he was next to me on the bench. 

“I mean, if you say ‘no,’ I’ll obviously respect your decision and back off.” His lips twisted, and he reached out and fingered a strand of my damp hair. “But something tells me you’re not totally sure if you want to say ‘no.’ Am I right?” His voice was dark and low, almost gravelly. It kissed across my skin, licking and biting, tasting and teasing and I wasn’t even touching him.

I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together, biting back a whimper from the ache I felt deep in my belly and my swollen clit.

“Quick and dirty, wasn’t that what you said?” His voice now tortured me. Every word, every syllable sent shards of need directly to my erogenous zones and made them spark alive. 

All I could do was nod as I watched a sinfully delicious bead of sweat emerge on his sculpted upper lip. I wanted to lick it off; I wanted to lick every damn inch of the man.

“Well, ten days is quick, and what I’d like to do to you is all kinds of dirty, so . . . ” His eyes flicked up to mine while his hand landed on my bare thigh and squeezed. I inhaled abruptly from the heat of his touch. I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t control it, they had a bloody life of their own; my eyes drifted down once again to his crotch. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth and watched as the bulge in his Speedo started to grow, lying thick and eager against his pelvic bone, desperate to break free of its Lycra prison. 

Oh my freaking God.

“Tate . . . ” I breathed, unable to form a complete sentence, let alone a complete thought.

“You can say ‘no,’ Parker.” 

He stood up on the bench below and positioned himself in front of me, spreading my legs and moving into the V. His fingers made their way up my thighs and waist, finally resting on my shoulders, hooking beneath the straps of my swimsuit. 

“Say ‘no,’ Parker, and I’ll stop right now.” 

Slowly, excruciatingly so, he drew the damp straps of my suit over my arms, exposing my breasts, then my stomach. His eyes drifted up to mine for a second before he bent his head low and latched on to a nipple, drawing the tender bud between his teeth and tugging. I arched my back to give him better access, my eyes fluttering shut like a vintage doll’s as a moan built in the back of my throat. Dear God, the man’s mouth was diabolical. Hot and wet and so freaking wonderful. His tongue flicked over the achy bud, and I choked on a sob.  

“Tell me ‘no,’ ” he said again, moving over to the other nipple and delivering the same erotic torment. “Tell me ‘no.’ ”

I buried my hands in his hair and pulled his head up. His gaze snagged mine. 

“No,” I breathed, tugging on his scalp just hard enough to make his eyes go wide in surprise. “No. Don’t stop.”

About the Author

 A Canadian 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.

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  1. Fabulous review jessica!!! Sounds yummie!!! Shared on all my socials!!

  2. Thank you so much, Kat!! ❤❤