ELENA KINCAID Romance Writer : #DownandDirty @romancerebels69 Scarlett J. Rose JOHN'S JILLAROO

Down and Dirty

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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

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John’s Jillaroo

By: Scarlett J. Rose

Blurb:

Amy is a city girl, but things haven’t gone her way. looking for a ‘tree change’ she takes on a job as a Jillaroo on a remote Australian cattle station.

It’s not the glamorous change she thought it would be...

There’s dirt, there’s flies, there’s heat, and then, there’s John, the Jackaroo.

Excerpt

‘Oh my god… I’m going to die!’ Amy clutched tight to the edge of the passenger seat in the small plane. “Uh, where’s the runway?” she nervously asked the pilot, what was his name again? Lachlan? Logan? It didn’t matter, the guy was batshit crazy.

“Just down there.” he pointed, his voice tinny over the heavy headset’s speakers secured to her ears.

“Where?” she looked but couldn’t see.

“Right there, see that darker patch of red? Just in front of us?”

“Yes.”

“That’s the runway.” he chuckled.

“Oh my god, we’re going to die!”

“Nope, just land., Don’t you worry, love. I’ve only had one crash and everyone walked away from it, well almost everyone.”

“How’d you manage to crash?” Amy asked, ignoring the last part of his statement.

“Angus Littler’s cattle were in the way. Took out a huge brahma bull. Still can’t look at raw steak.”

Amy groaned, her stomach churning at the thought.

“Getting a bit of a tailwind here.” He pulled back on the controls, nosing the plane up. “Going to be a bit tricky.”

Amy scrunched her eyes shut as her stomach lurched. She heard the little plane’s engine roar as the pilot throttled up before it dived towards the ground. The flight was bumpy and she was jostled in her seat, the safety belt biting against her legs as she was thrown around with the turbulence. The plane’s engine roared again as they bumped and bounced along the red dirt runway. Amy squealed as the plane slid sideways, the tail swinging out as they skidded in the red dust. Crazy pilot guy throttled back, shutting the engine down.

“Looks like we beat the dust storm, but you’ll wanna get a move on, it’s almost on us.” He unbuckled his safety belt and popped open the door. He swapped out his headset for a rugged and rough looking Akubra hat. The broad brim shaded his weathered face, lined with age and hard work. Amy fiddled with the belt, finally getting the clip free. She opened the passenger side door of the small Cessna and stumbled out on legs which refused to obey her commands to work.

The wind howled around her as eddies of red dust swirled across the rutted runway. “Holy shit, you landed on that?” she asked Crazy Pilot.

“Yeah, that’s nothing. You should see some of the places we land when there is no runway.”

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

“No worries and thanks for flying with Dinky-Di airways.” Crazy Pilot smirked as he handed her two cases over and moved to secure the plane with chocks, which were really two large chunks of concrete placed on either side of the Cessna’s landing gear.

Amy turned and looked over the little town which lay before her. There were no fences between her and the town and several weatherboard and corrugated iron buildings could be seen. Every vehicle was a four-wheel-drive of some type. Mostly land cruisers covered in a layer of red dust. The wind was warm and even as she breathed in, she could feel the dust carried on it. . She looked off towards the east where a huge red smudge loomed on the horizon.

“You might want to hurry up there, Love. Dust storms move pretty fast out here.”

Amy pulled up the long handle on both of her cases and began to drag them through the dirt towards the pub, or so the flashing sign above the building said it was. It was one of the larger buildings in the little town, built from faded weatherboard with a corrugated iron roof which looked like it was rusty. But, she realised it was covered in red dust, like everything else here appeared to be.

The town was quiet as she hauled her cases over to the pub. The main street was a dirt road and the only hard concrete surface she noted was the front of the pub where the awning reached out to create a little welcoming shade from the harsh sunlight. Two old men sat out the front smoking while clutching a long neck bottle of beer in their free hand. They nodded to her and continued on talking.

As she hauled her bags up the concrete steps, one of the small wheels became stuck and dragged along the rough concrete. Amy sighed, stopped and reached down to check the rubber disc. It was clogged with the damned red dust. A shadow passed over her, blocking the glare from the dusty concrete.

“You alright there, miss?” a stranger asked as she reached down to try to loosen the clogged wheel.

“Damned case wheel is jammed, .” Amy said before looking up at the stranger with the voice that spoke of promises of rough and ready sex. Amy needed herself some of that. It had been a long time between bedpartners although the main reason she’d come out here, was to get away from her sleazy ex-boss. He’d pushed her up against the photocopier in the office and tried to ‘convince’ her that letting him feel her up, and then bend her over his desk was a good idea.

“You look like who I am looking for,” the stranger drawled.

Amy rolled her eyes. “Look buddy, I’m not some city whore. I’m waiting for my ride to….” he’d forgotten the name of the station and pulled a piece of paper from her pocket with the name of the place on it.

“Toomaboora station.”

“Well, what a coincidence.” the rugged man smirked. “I’m looking for someone heading that way myself.” He reached down and picked up both of her cases with ease.

Amy watched, mouth agape as he walked easily over to his land cruiser utility and tossed her bags into the back tray.

“You coming?”