Blue Collar Bad Boy Series

Bounced: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book


Anvil is a rough, muscled bouncer working in a roadhouse. Sarah is a type-A, risk averse actuarial major with her whole life mapped out. 

She has a plan. Goals. And none of them include a tattooed, possessive bouncer.

She just wanted one night off from being perfect, boring, and careful. The night she steps out to try something out of her comfort zone, sneaking into a bar on the shady side of town, the alpha bouncer steps in to protect her from danger.

Danger from everything but him.

Author's Confession: I don't even know if this could happen in real life. Luckily, it's a book. That means the hot, tatted, beardy bouncer can totally take one look at the virgin college student studying actuarial science and know he's going to marry the sh*t out of her. Right? 

Anyway—totally safe romance-HEA, no cheating, hero wouldn't dream of looking at another woman after he sees Sarah. Trust Auntie Brill. It's a crazy story, but it's so much fun.

Nailed: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book


I'm not the kind of guy you leave alone in your house. I'm especially not the kind you leave alone with your innocent daughter.

My newest client doesn't seem to care. He just wants his office remodeled.

His college-aged daughter isn't my usual type, but under those prim clothes and too big glasses, the sweet little bookworm hides a tight little body that's tempting AF.

I make her nervous. I should. I'm going to make her mine.

She doesn't know about men yet...

She's about to learn.

Author's Confession: This book is super sweet, unfailingly filthy, and the heroine is nerdilicious. And who doesn't love a bad boy who's good with his hands? Very good with his hands. Very, very good. Brody is the Alphamallow you’ve been waiting for. If you like opposites attract, other side of the track, bad boy/good girl romances with instalove and over the top feelz, you’re in the right place.

Drilled: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book

Four years ago, my buddy's dying words to me were to watch out for his little sister.

I did what he asked from afar, and when she graduated and got a job teaching kindergarten, I asked her to "housesit" for me since I'm hardly ever home when I'm working on the oil rig.

But now I'm injured and have to recuperate at home, and my extra-curvy housesitter is anything but safe from me.

She's the homebody type. She'll make some man an excellent wife someday, be a good mother. She likes taking care of people. It would be wrong AF to take her the way I want to, but it would feel so right.

When she comes to me for advice about how to get a boyfriend and how to keep him, I'm done playing her silent guardian.

I'll teach her everything she needs to know about pleasing a man--me.
She says all she's ever really wanted to do was be a mama. And now I can't stop thinking of putting my baby in her belly.

Author's Confession: This story is trope soup and I loved every minute of writing it. Don't believe me? Older man/ younger woman. First time. Roommates. Older brother's best friend. BBW heroine. Alpha real man hero. Guardian/Ward. Breeding romance. Insta-lust. Heck, if I'd have given one of them amnesia, we'd have a serious drinking game!

Wrecked: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book
I knew the moment I saw her bent over the hood of her car on the side of the road that Layna was trouble.

It looked like the opening scene from a porno—a shapely blonde in a short skirt waiting for me to tow her sports car out of a ditch and dirty up that sweet, pure body with my filthy mechanic hands. I could hear the bow-chicka-bow-wow soundtrack in my head.

Then she opened her sassy mouth and everything about my reclusive, sensible, quiet life changed because Layna is not reclusive, sensible, or quiet.

Unfortunately, she’s also mine.

We both knew it right away, whether we wanted it or not. But she’s got her demons, and I’ve got my work cut out for me.

She thinks I’m big, surly, and overprotective. She has no idea. Whatever she’s running from, I’m going to fix. Whatever she needs, I’m going to give her. And the sooner she figures out what she needs is me, the better off we’ll both be.

Author’s confession: Like all my Blue Collar Bad Boys, this hero is outrageous, excessive, overblown (heh), and overdone. Just the way we like them. He’s dirty; she’s sweet. He’s from the wrong side of the tracks. She’s a poor little rich girl. It’s trope heaven up in here. Also, not to spoil anything but there might be neckties and bedposts happening. What would you do if the dude on this cover was bound and determined to let you do whatever you wanted to his body?
Laid: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book
I'm in over my head with these kids, but I'm all the family they have left after my sister and her husband were killed. I'm a bricklayer, what do I know about twin baby girls? Nothing. Thank God for the sweet girl-next-door.
But she's a blessing and a curse.
I've practically moved the poor girl in to help me care for these babies, but playing house is stirring up all kinds of feelings that should never see the light of day. I know she's got a crush on me, but what I want to do to her body would crush her innocence forever.
She's too sweet, too innocent, and way too young for a perv like me.

Mr. Webster is trying so hard to do the right thing and take care of everyone. But who takes care of him? I know under normal circumstances I would hardly even register on his radar, but lately, when he looks at me, I feel like there's more between us than there should be. Maybe more than he wants.
He works so hard. Provides for his nieces. Makes sure I'm a happy babysitter. But he's so tense. So unhappy.
I want to give him something.
Something he wants. Something he needs. Something no man has ever had before.

Author's Confession: Writing this series is like eating candy for dinner. I'm like...sorry, not sorry. Conner is the book boyfriend you want in your life. I promise. And if you ever had a crush on the DILF while babysitting, this book is for you.
Tagged: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Christmas

My name is Sergeant Charlie Warner.

Or it was.

I’m a retiring soldier, just got out, with no family of my own, and I reluctantly agreed to spend the holidays in picturesque Maple Grove to transition to life after the Army. I’m a drifter now and have no business getting involved with my buddy’s family—especially with his sweet little sister who pretends she’s frumpy and boring to ward off attention from men.

Men like me.

I have no plans for Emily other than being an extra brother for a week. That’s what I tell myself. I really should let her be, but the harder she tries to hide, the more determined I am to seek. Under those baggy clothes and plain, simple looks is a woman who deserves to know how desirable she is. She thinks I can have any woman I want.

And I want her.

Author's Confession: You must know by now that I love my tropes, right? Military romance, older man/younger woman, opposites attracting like whoa, small town, older brother's best friend, ugly duckling who's really a swan (though an introverted swan), holiday romance complete with snow, Santa suits, and caroling during a fight scene. Oh, and pudding. Let's get figgy with it.

Plowed: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book
After serving five years of a ten-year sentence for a crime I didn’t commit, coming home after being vindicated should be my triumph. All I want is the life I was supposed to have as the once golden boy of this town—a thriving farm, a strong family, and a house full of kids. I guess I should have learned by now that nothing is fair, and I’ll have to work just as hard to make it on the outside as I did to survive in prison.

The fields are fallow, my house is falling down around my nearly catatonic father, and my ex-girlfriend is somebody else’s wife now. But I’m not giving up. I’ll replant the crops, fix the house, and find a wife. Not in that order, because a man has needs, and mine have been denied too long.

The quirky, extra-curvy waitress at the diner could use someone looking out for her, and I need a favor in return. Starting with a baby.

This farmer is about to take a wife.

I hope she’s ready for me.

Author’s Confession: Well, there’s a lot of plowing and seeding on the farm, yeah? Prepare yourself accordingly.
(If you like alpha hero, bbw heroine, insta-everything set in a small town you are set.)
Bucked: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book

Save a horse...

Ruby Grant is dead-broke when she wins an all-inclusive vacation to Paradise Hotel in Wyoming. She can't wait to sip expensive champagne while lounging in a bathtub full of bubbles. To her horror, she discovers "Paradise" is actually Pair-A-Dice Ranch and nothing like the brochure. She's ready to hop on the next plane back to LA, but sexy cowboy Dusty Cassidy offers her an irresistible deal if she'll stay. This may not be the vacation she envisioned, but Dusty is just the man for her needs--whether he knows it or not, he's going to be her first lover.

Ride a cowboy...

Dusty can't decide if Ruby is an angel in white or the daughter of the devil. Her curves are so dangerously sexy they should be outlawed. All his time and energy belongs to the ranch, so he definitely doesn't need a pretty little city girl tempting him away from his chores. Fortunately, she'll only be on the ranch for a week, so he won't have to worry about any expectations. But when her vacation comes to an end, will he be able to let her go?

Author's confession: Yeehaw! You know by now that I love my tropes. If you love cowboys, Dusty is going to steal your freaking heart faster than he steals Ruby's virginity. If you're tired of billionaires and want a real man hero, this book is for you. It doesn't hurt that, like all my bad boy heroes, he's really a gooey alphamallow on the inside. (If you're one of my "safe read" lovers, you can rest easy. No other woman drama here.)

Banged: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book
He's a warrior with no battle. A cop with no bad guy. A man with no purpose. 

When my best friend and ERU partner was blown up by a bomb I should have been able to defuse, I vowed to never let anyone get that close again. I'm just drifting through life. If I can't feel, I can't hurt.

Until I meet my neighbor.

I've been doing my best to avoid the too-pretty pregnant girl next door. She stirs too many things inside me I have no business feeling. She's too young, too fresh, too pregnant with someone else's kid for me to be fantasizing about.

Until the day I can't ignore her anymore.

Hillary is a born caretaker, but nobody takes care of her. She's alone in the world, but not for much longer, not with the way that baby dances in her belly. She's all the things I try to stay away from--optimistic, uncommonly sweet, and oh, yeah, she's somehow still a virgin.

Author's Confession: You read that right. She's a pregnant virgin. I probably don't need to say anything else to get you to one-click at this point, but I'll go ahead and tell you the bomb technician will make your heart go BOOM. This one has friends to lovers, instalove, opposites attract, wounded hero, and the sweet but dirty love you expect in a Brill Harper book. Mac is the alpha caretaker you want guarding your six. And your nine... 

Tapped: A Blue Collar Bad Boy Book

 Anker Beck is just doing his time tapping kegs at the neighborhood pub while he socks away money for his dream: to own his own brewery. What he doesn’t have time for are relationships, but not being interested seems to make the women in the bar want him more.

That’s when she starts coming in. Mousy, plump Annabelle Rogers, roommate of his co-worker. She brings her books to the pub and seems to do everything she can to stay invisible. So why does he keep noticing her?

One night, when a female patron is getting particularly handsy with him, he tells everyone that Annabelle is his girlfriend and kisses her in front of the whole bar. She has every right to be mad, but the mousy girl surprises him with a challenge: She’ll pretend to be his girlfriend to keep the women away if he agrees to help her with one little thing: losing her virginity.

With a catch.

He absolutely isn’t allowed to fall in love with her.

Author Confession: It’s a role reversal for the bartender to give the customer the tip, isn’t it? There’s also tapping, dry hopping, and some thick foamy head—it is a bar after all. But do you really think I could write an alphamallow who doesn’t fall head over heels for the mousy, plump girl? I think you all know me better than that by now. Let’s hear it for BBW love and blue collar heroes!