Hi, everyone! Happy release week to Delilah and the other authors of this marvelous collection. I’m thrilled to be a contributor.
In my story for Blue Collar: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology, a lonesome wife drives a thousand miles to meet up with her husband, a roughneck who works on a remote oil rig. They’ve been apart for weeks and have only a few hours to spend together.
My narrator is conflicted—she’s hungry for a hot tryst with her husband, but she’s also been bottling up a lot of frustration and loneliness. You see, they’ve never spent this much time apart before. While her husband’s away, she’s rearranged her life as the sole caretaker of their kids and her elderly mother-in-law. She’s in charge of the household while working her own full-time job. The stress is beginning to show.
For “We Drill Deep,” I wanted a strong but vulnerable heroine who got married later in life. By her own admission, she is “not a romantic.” However, I also wanted to write a story about two ultra-sexy individuals who are rock-steady in their devotion to one another despite the difficulties of unemployment and extended periods of time apart.
To me, this is the ultimate in romance. Skies are not always blue. We don’t always get what we want. But somewhere between the kicking and screaming, there’s love—a relationship with depth, durability, and lots of heat.
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When it comes to love…Blue Collar is better!
It’s time to set aside those sexy billionaires and enjoy stories about the everyday, even sexier bad boys you meet in real life. They may have dirty hands and wear tool belts and jeans instead of Rolex watches, but they’re earthy alpha males unafraid to get down and dirty when face to face with a woman in need—whatever her need may be!
Just a few of the titillating stories inside…
In “Elevation” by Megan Mitcham, an always-in-control policewoman trapped in an elevator shaft gets a sexy rescue from the handsome repairman. A lonely woman drives a thousand miles to meet an oil field roughneck ready for a long night of laying pipe in Mia Hopkins’ “We Drill Deep While Others Sleep”. Jennifer Kacey shows the lengths to which an enterprising gal will go to get the owner of an oil change shop to check her fluids in “The Boss”. And those are just a few of the sexy stories inside this collection about the everyday hero next door.
These are men who’ve built their powerful muscles with hard work rather than inside any gym, and they sure know how to use their hard-earned skills to pleasure a woman…
Excerpt from “We Drill Deep While Others Sleep”
The highway is a ribbon of blacktop strung across a whole lot of nothing. Hours slide under my tires as I pass another filling station and another rest stop. In between? You guessed it. Nothing. I drive on. One sleepy country radio station bleeds into the next.
The time’s nearly noon when I pull into the parking lot of a brand-new motel, no doubt built to accommodate travelers on their way to the oil fields farther north. I spot Seth’s beat-up truck with its bumper sticker: We Drill Deep While Others Sleep. Oil worker humor. Dirty and punny. I remember him deciding between this one or Pump Her ʼTil She Squirts. Classy guy, my Seth.
I put the car in park and turn off the engine. I’m exhausted and wired at the same. I take out my phone and text him. I’m here.
His response is immediate. Room 254.
I check my makeup in the rearview mirror and grab my duffel bag off the passenger seat. It’s heavy as I walk upstairs. When I sidle past a housekeeping cart, the young maid flashes me a faint smile.
I knock on the door hung with a Do Not Disturb sign. When it opens, Seth fills my vision and blocks out all the light. Six foot two, all muscle and heat. The room is cold, because the windows are wide open. He’s always run hot. He’s wearing basketball shorts and a white cotton undershirt. The style’s called a wifebeater, but if he ever tried to hit me, I’d smash in his skull with a lead pipe.
“You’re late.” His voice is so deep.
“I know. I had a problem with—”
“I don’t want to hear it.” He reaches forward, grabs my arms, and pulls me into the room.
The door slams behind me. I drop my duffel bag in surprise as he pushes himself against me, pinning me against the door. “Seth—”
He cuts me off. “You’ve been driving all night.”
A statement, not a question. I nod. He likes me cool. Emotionless, even a little bitchy. But waves of heat rise off his skin. I can smell the clean, soapy sexiness of his body, and I can’t possibly act like he doesn’t affect me. He shaved. His lips tempt me, dare me, to kiss him. I’m shaking with horniness, and he smiles because he knows it. The bastard.
His green eyes narrow. “Too tired to fuck me?”
I should be tired. I’ve driven a thousand miles to see him, but I feel as if I have two bodies, one that clocked the miles, and one that rested up to meet him. Just like at home—one body to do the work and take care of the kids, and one body to sit around pining for him, aching in silence for his touch.
“Hailey.” He lowers his lips to my ear. “I asked you a question. Are you too tired to fuck me?”
I close my eyes, hot desire dripping from my brainpan down my spine.
“Answer me,” he growls.
ABOUT MIA HOPKINS
Award-winning author Mia Hopkins writes lush romances starring fun, sexy characters who love to get down and dirty. She’s a sucker for working class heroes, brainy heroines and wisecracking best friends. She lives in the heart of Los Angeles with her roguish husband and waggish dog.
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