Three days! Yowza!
In only three days, my first full-length novel, the erotic romance Deep Down, will be released by The Wild Rose Press in both print and e-book.
If you pre-ordered, the book will go live this Friday, November 20.
If you haven't preordered...now's your chance! Click here to buy the book.
Here's the blurb and a brand-new excerpt.
For the last excerpt, I'd like to share one of my favorite scenes from Deep Down. Sam and Eve are the captain and deckhand on a small fishing boat stuck in a winter storm in the Santa Barbara Channel. They are taking a bad beating.
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
The boat pitched at an almost impossible angle.
On the deck, Sam watched a dive hose and one of the five hundred-pound urchin bags get washed overboard. Eve cursed as the force slammed her hard against the starboard bulkhead.
We’re done, thought Sam, a cold blade of fear slicing through him. We’re going to go over.
Sam’s brain went into overdrive as he reviewed their options. Both he and Eve were wearing wetsuits, which would extend the time they could spend in the water without developing hypothermia. There were glow sticks and flares in the safety kit―they should grab those. He reached for the radio handset.
Before he could make the call, a second powerful wave slammed the Bravado’s starboard side. Five harrowing seconds later, she righted herself in the maelstrom.
Anticipating what would happen next, Eve grabbed onto a railing, but not quickly enough. She was thrown again, this time in the opposite direction, slamming into Sam against the cabin wall on the port side.
“Sorry, boss,” she said, staggering backward as Sam helped her get back on her feet.
“Are you all right?” asked Sam, grabbing the wheel again.
Eve nodded. “I’m okay.”
Sam got his balance once more. “We didn’t capsize this time, but it’ll still be hours before we’re home.” He glanced at her. She was shaking. “Hey.”
“You’re doing great.”
She laughed nervously. “Yeah. I bet.”
“You are. Come here.” She moved over to the helm. Sam gripped the wheel with one hand and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. He rubbed her back and took a deep breath of her, letting her essence fill his lungs and clear his head.
“Stand here by me,” he murmured. “Stay close.”