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    Drilled: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #3
    Drilled: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #3
    Drilled: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #3
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    Drilled: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #3

    By Brill Harper

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    Graden

    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. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrill Harper
    Release dateJul 7, 2017
    ISBN9781386959441
    Drilled: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #3
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    Brill Harper

    Unfailingly filthy...and super sweet Brill Harper is a pseudonym. Like…a secret identity. By day she’s Clark Kent, writing romance books for young adults and grownups. By night, she’s Brill Harper writing unfailingly filthy, yet super sweet books, that would make her alter ego blush. She especially likes to writes book about quirky, awkward heroines and alpha bad boys. Well, except that they are really alphamallows once they fall in love. Seriously--these heroes only have one weakness, and it's sticky, sweet love. They don't let anything stand in the way of taking what belongs to them. Ooey-gooey marshmallow hearts in big, burly dominating dudes. What's not to love about that? Brill's books are filthy/sweet for when you're in the mood for something a little over the top. Okay, a lot over the top. Sorry, not sorry. Brill Harper is represented by Deidre Knight of The Knight Agency.

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      Drilled - Brill Harper

      About This Book

      Graden

      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!

      Chapter One

      GRADEN

      My roommate is giving me a hard-on.

      She’s breezing in and out of the room now because she's getting ready to go out on a date. It’s just as well. She smells too damn good, and one of these times she passes by me on the couch, I’m liable to reach out and pull her down to me. Mold my hand around those curves. Kiss those heart-shaped lips that haunt my dreams all night long and tempt my control in the daylight hours.

      She doesn’t know what she’s doing to me. How she's awakened the...I guess you'd call it...beast...inside me. Hell, if she knew about the things I want to do to her, she’d pack a bag and run.

      But that’s just it. Where would she go?

      I’ve spent the last four years taking care of her from afar, but she doesn’t know it. She doesn’t know the renewable, annual scholarship that paid her tuition, room, and board all through college was funded by me. She doesn’t know the car she won is a gift from me, either.

      And the condo? It’s mine, too. That she knows. She was supposed to be housesitting for me while I was out on the oil rig. But until I’m done with physical therapy and my foot injury is healed enough to go back to work, my ass is planted on this couch during the day and the guest room at night.

      Yeah, I sleep in the guest room of my own house.

      I only bought this condo so Rebecca would have a safe place to stay. I had to buy furniture to make it look even a little lived in. I used to just have a small shitty apartment and storage unit to store what little stuff I owned. I spend most of my life on the oil rig where I work. When I have time off, I usually travel on my Harley or park my ass on a Mexican beach. Away from people. Away from women I could hurt.

      I don't like hurting women.

      So sure, I told her to take the master suite when I asked her to move in. I made sure it had a luxury bathroom because chicks dig that shit, and I wanted her to live here a long time so I could easily keep an eye on her.

      I’m not a stalker or anything.

      I’m just a man of my word. I made a promise to her brother.

      My best friend, Rebecca’s older brother Cameron, was in a bad car wreck four years ago. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for my buddy, he was more like my brother than a friend, so when he made me promise to look out for his baby sister, I vowed to him I would.

      And then he died.

      This is not what he meant when he asked me to take care of her. The way I imagine defiling her over and over again. She's too sweet for a guy like me. Too pure.

      She was raised to be a good girl. From a good family. Cam and Rebecca’s parents are respectable people, but not rich people. Cam had been helping them with bills and had been planning on helping with college for his baby sister. His dying left them in a bad place, emotionally and financially. I’m not rich or anything, but I make damn good money, and I don’t spend much of it. So, I played like Santa’s fucking elf and took care of shit.

      But Cam’s baby sister isn’t a baby anymore. Something I wasn’t prepared for when I moved back into the condo for the summer.

      She’s fucking stacked. She’s round everywhere, man. Her body has got my hands itching. I want to map every hill and valley of her lush figure with my tongue. She's not slender, like the women I usually get hot for. She's plumper. Womanly. Like those fertility statues in museums. It makes me want to grab her everywhere.

      I want her as mine.

      She’s too young. Too innocent. And she wants the kind of life that includes a picket fence and family portraits on Instagram. I’m not that guy. I’m the guy who could fuck her, and fuck her well. But that’s it.

      I'd wreck her, though. I'm too brutal. Too rough. Too big.

      Everywhere.

      Graden? How’s your foot? She’s standing in front of me adjusting her purse on her shoulder. Because she’s ready to go. On her date.

      I want to punch a fucking wall, but I’ve got no right.

      It’s fine. My foot hardly ever bothers me, but the doctors say my threshold for pain is high, too high, so I need to be even more careful. I don’t like feeling like a wuss and doing nothing when I should be working, but if I reinjure it because I don’t feel the pain, I could end up permanently unable to go back to my job.

      Did you take your pill? She's holding my prescription, rattling the pills in the bottle. I hate those things.

      I don’t need one.

      Graden, you know what the doctor said.

      I give her what I hope is a reassuring smile. I’m not in any pain. Now go. Text me when you get there so I know you’re safe.

      Okay, Daddy. She sticks her tongue out at me.

      Fuck me. I know she means it in a funny, sarcastic way. But all I can think of is her calling me Daddy when I’m pumping my cock into her. And that tongue she stuck out, the dreams I’ve been having about that tongue...

      I need to get back to work on the rig. There is no way I can survive the summer in close quarters with her and keep our relationship platonic. She thinks of me like some kind of foster big brother. I’m supposed to think of her like a sweet, baby sister.

      But I don’t. I used to. But I don’t anymore. Not since I saw her for the first time in the flesh last month. Back when Cam was alive, I saw his pictures of her and they never did anything for me. She was cute then. Awkward. A kid. After he died, I saw her

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