Two days ago, my author copies of Deep Down arrived at the house. Deep Down is my first novel. It's an erotic romance about a sushi chef and a commercial fisherman who have to team up to outsmart a drug cartel. It's got a shark attack, food porn, and lots and lots of sexytime.
Busting open that box and seeing my name on the cover gave me a pretty incredible thrill. Deep Down was my #CampNaNoWriMo project in July 2013. In the two or so years since then, it's been rewritten, cut, boiled down, expanded, polished, interrogated, and beaten extensively with a rubber hose. Like me after that process, I believe it is much, much stronger.
Musical interlude: a little Jack Johnson. Jack Johnson got heavy rotation while I was writing this novel.
Deep Down releases in print and ebook on November 20. I'm so grateful to my editor Sharon Pickrel and The Wild Rose Press for giving my quirky story a home. I believe in this book, and I hope readers fall in love with the characters the way I have, completely and irrevocably. Sam and Eve will always live in my heart.
Here's the blurb and a brand-new excerpt from the book. For more information on Deep Down, please click here.
Book 1 in the Kings of California series
Sex, drugs, and spicy tuna rolls?
Resilient and disciplined, tsunami survivor Eve Ono moves to California from Japan looking for a position as a sushi chef. When she’s suddenly fired from her restaurant job, desperation drives her to find work on a fishing boat despite her fears of the ocean. To make matters worse, she’s stuck in close quarters with her new captain—a man whose raw physicality drives her out of her mind with lust.
Free-spirited and roguish, Sam Lamont is a commercial fisherman aboard his own dive boat, the Bravado. When he makes a bad deal with a deadly loan shark who threatens to take his boat, Sam is in danger of losing both his business and his way of life. On top of that, he’s got to train his new deckhand—a beautiful hard-ass who just so happens to be sexy as hell.
A female sushi chef with mad knife skills. A deep-sea diver who's pissed off a Mexican drug cartel. Together, they're in trouble, and the only way out is down.
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© 2015 by Mia Hopkins
Eve took a quick shower and put on her bathrobe. Restlessly, she walked the perimeter of Sam’s apartment and looked at his big bed, his dining table, his armchair, and the ancient TV he said he hardly ever watched. There was a stack of library books on the T.V., a couple of old noir thrillers and The Grapes of Wrath. A beautiful abalone shell sat on the windowsill by the kitchen sink. A few clothes hanging in the closet finished off the catalogue of Sam’s worldly possessions.
It wasn’t much. And yet Sam was rich in the ways that counted.
He had friends who loved him. A boat and a business and no one to boss him around. And he was comfortable in his own skin.
She had seen that the very first day they had gone out on the Bravado together. She heard his footsteps on the stairs before he opened the door and walked in. He took off his jacket and boots. After dropping a hard kiss on her lips, he searched her face, touching her cheeks with the tips of his fingers. He seemed to sense the tension rising off her.
“Nothing’s wrong.” She paused, her heartbeat clanging in her ears. “It’s just that…I heard something about you.”
“What? What did you hear?”
“I was talking to Tiffani, who was talking to some of her friends who said that…” her voice cracked.
He smiled. “What did they say?”
Eve pulled away and walked to the other end of the room. She sat on the bed, lacing her fingers together to keep them from fidgeting. “That you…kind of have a reputation.”
“A reputation?” Sam sat down on the armchair next to her. He put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, God.” Eve’s cheeks burned. It was embarrassing to bring these things up to him, particularly since she had been fantasizing about them nonstop since she’d learned about him.
He pressed her. “Go on.”
“They said that you like things a little bit…um…adventurous. Sex-wise.”
Sam eyebrows went up. “Oh?”
When she couldn’t seem to find the words to reply, his face settled into a wolfish grin. He probably enjoyed that she was uncomfortable. Big jerk. Big, sexy jerk.
“What else did they say?”
“They said you were good in bed.” Eve looked down at her hands. “Really good.”
He turned his head sideways and scrutinized her face as she squirmed. “Do you think I’m good?”
“Does it bother you? What they said?”
“No,” she said. “It doesn’t. Because I happen to agree with them. But…”
“I was hoping you would…show me. The other stuff.”
“What other stuff?”
Eve’s breath hitched. “The kinkier stuff. The stuff you like. In bed.”