Down and Dirty
Coming May
22!!
BLURB:
Get in, get down…and get filthy with these sexy, hardworking,
blue-collar heroes who don’t mind when things get a little dirty at work or at
play.
This collection of 22 brand new stories from USA Today and International Best-Selling authors is full of scorching hot romance tales that will be sure to leave you breathless for more. These men work hard and play even harder.
From cops to mechanics, miners to brewmasters, they aren’t afraid to go all in. At the end of the day, when they find the woman who completes them, they learn love and life can be as messy as their day jobs…and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
Featuring stories from: Lori King, Maia Dylan, Sarah Marsh, Elena Kincaid, Cecile Tellier, London Saint James, Bella Settarra, Rose Nickol, RL Merrill, Ashley Malkin, Lucy Felthouse, Scarlett J Rose, Sydney Lea, CR Moss, Samantha A. Cole, Danielle James, Ava Campbell, Eva Moore, Kimberlie L. Faye, Sabrina Sol, Nikki Prince, and Mia Hopkins
This collection of 22 brand new stories from USA Today and International Best-Selling authors is full of scorching hot romance tales that will be sure to leave you breathless for more. These men work hard and play even harder.
From cops to mechanics, miners to brewmasters, they aren’t afraid to go all in. At the end of the day, when they find the woman who completes them, they learn love and life can be as messy as their day jobs…and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
Featuring stories from: Lori King, Maia Dylan, Sarah Marsh, Elena Kincaid, Cecile Tellier, London Saint James, Bella Settarra, Rose Nickol, RL Merrill, Ashley Malkin, Lucy Felthouse, Scarlett J Rose, Sydney Lea, CR Moss, Samantha A. Cole, Danielle James, Ava Campbell, Eva Moore, Kimberlie L. Faye, Sabrina Sol, Nikki Prince, and Mia Hopkins
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Sex Mechanic
BLURB:
Known locally
as the ‘Sex Mechanic’ with a ‘love’em and leave ’em’ approach to women, Ben
Steadman is astonished to suddenly develop feelings for a new girl in town. She
has a flat tire that he is happy to help with. Unfortunately she also has a
couple of kids in tow, making her strictly off-limits– especially when he hears
their daddy’s in the military.
Iona Walker is
filling in at her uncle’s firm, although admin doesn’t exactly excite her. She
is smitten with the handsome mechanic who helps her out, although she senses
mixed signals.
After his
boss’ heart attack, Ben realizes that his job isn’t as safe as he’d hoped as he
struggles to keep the company afloat. Iona is delighted to offer her help with
the business, especially as it means them working together.
However, a
concoction of misunderstandings and interference seems destined to keep the two
apart...
EXCERPT:
Ben drove the
Jeep to the bar just a couple of blocks away. It was the last place he wanted
to be, and she was the last person he wanted to be with, though he couldn’t
convince his cock of that. The damn thing had been fidgeting about in his pants
ever since she’d shown up. His brain, on the other hand, was admonishing him
for going ahead with the stupid idea, but it was too late now.
He was glad it
wasn’t too busy inside; it was still early. While Connie went to the bathroom,
he ordered a couple of drinks and chose a table near the door. He wasn’t
planning to stay long. At least the air con works in here, he thought to
himself.
“You
remembered my favourite drink.” She appeared, fresh-faced and beaming, a few
minutes later.
“The bartender
did,” he lied.
She looked a
little disappointed, but sat down and took hold of her glass.
“I haven’t got
long. I need to take a shower,” he reminded her bluntly.
She nodded.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have dragged you out like this.”
“Why did you?”
He knew he didn’t sound very sympathetic, but she was quite right. She
shouldn’t have.
“I needed to
talk to you.” She looked sad again, and he dreaded a repeat of those damn
tears. Despite all the sobbing she’d done just now, there wasn’t a tear-stain
on her face and her eyes were as beautiful as ever—not in the least puffy or
red.
“You got
boyfriend trouble?”
She gaped at
him and then smiled. “You know me so well.”
He snorted. It
didn’t take a genius.
“I shouldn’t
have left you for him,” she said, that bottom lip quivering.
“You didn’t,”
he reminded her. “I caught you both together and finished with you if you
recall.” He gave her a stern look. How stupid does she think I am?
She huffed.
“Well, whatever. It was a mistake, okay? It shouldn’t have happened. I was
drunk.”
“For the whole
three weeks you were seeing him behind my back?” He leaned backward in his
chair, staring at her. Either she had a very short memory or she figured he
did. She’d bragged about the fact she’d been seeing the fucker right under his
nose, calling him all kinds of stupid. He wasn’t about to forget that.
She turned red
and started to drum her perfectly manicured nails on the table with one hand
while she clutched her glass with the other. “You know how I am,” she said
after a while.
“I sure do.”
She sat up
straight and frowned. “Why are you being so mean?”
He sighed and
took another swig of his beer. It wasn’t as cold as he’d have liked, but he
guessed that was more to do with the heat of his hand. His whole body felt like
it was burning up—firstly because he’d been trying to keep his erection under
control, and now because she was really winding him up.
She stopped
rapping her nails and started twirling her hair instead.
“I’m guessing
you’ve had a row with him, then?” His voice sounded as weary as he felt.
“Not exactly.”
She pouted.
He stared at
her expectantly. No way was he about to drag the information from her. He
wasn’t even interested.
She must have
got the message because she went on after a few minutes. “I’ve left him,” she
said. “He was cheating on me.” The sniffling started again.
“What goes
around comes around,” he told her, determined not to be taken in this time. He
took another swig of his drink.
“I thought
you’d understand,” she said sulkily, sniffing hard.
“Oh I
understand, all right,” he said with a snicker. “You’ve realized the guy’s not
as perfect as you’d like so you’ve dumped him. Well, I hate to tell you,
darlin’, but I ain’t perfect either.” He drank the last mouthful of beer as he
stood up to go.
“I wouldn’t
say that.” Her eyes were wide as she grabbed his arm.
“Yeah you
would.” He shook his head incredulously. “In fact, you said a lot more than
that when I caught you making out.”
“I didn’t mean
it,” she insisted.
He pulled his
arm from her grip. “Yes, you did.” He nodded. “And I meant what I said, too.
It’s over. You don’t get to crap on me twice.” He turned and left the bar,
gasping as the warm air hit him as soon as he stepped outside.
He strolled
back to the garage and fetched his truck, berating himself every step of the
way. Why am I such a dumbass?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
She has been hanging out with her ‘imaginary friends’ for a couple of years now and finds the profession exhilarating and intriguing.
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Thank you so much for having me over on your blog today, Elena xx
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