Ginger Ring Knows All About Working Class Heroes – Her BJ is One of Them!
Often a second set of eyes can see things differently than the first. I recently got a great review on Goodreads that I loved. The reviewer wrote. “It was such a real story. So different from your typical romance where it’s farfetched with mansions and millionaires.” I hadn’t really realized that when I wrote it, I just wrote about people and a story that I liked.
I love to read all types of books, especially romance. I love ones with vampires, cowboys, bad boys, highlanders, and working class heroes. Now that I am an author (I still feel funny saying that) I realized that even though I love all kinds of books, I need to narrow things down and really define what it is that I want to write. It’s time to create a brand for myself. In other words, it’s a sort of trademark for my books and for me as a writer.
The review really helped me with my branding problem. When I thought of all the stories I want to read and all the stories that I am working on right now, they had a certain theme. There are no mansions and millionaires. They are all stories of working class heroes in small towns. By the term heroes, I don’t mean ones that swoop out of the sky and save damsels in distress but everyday heroes.
In my first book, Getting Down to Business, the hero of my story saves a damsel in distress with a tow truck when she has a flat tire. If you’ve read the book already you know my heroine is very capable of taking care of herself but he saved her nonetheless. I’m not sure why I picked a mechanic for the main character of my first book but if you’ve ever turned the key on your car and had nothing happen, you know what a helpless feeling that can be.
My two characters are also struggling with something that a lot of everyday people are dealing with today. Jessie and BJ are working so hard to survive and succeed that they don’t leave time for romance. I hope you will check out their story and enjoy some small town love, big time romance.
Tired of living life out of a suitcase, traveling auto parts sales representative Jessie Knutson jumps at the chance for a position close to home. When a flat tire keeps her from an interview appointment and the hot tow truck driver awakens her inner cougar, she realizes too much time away has done a number on her libido. Now the only position she wants involves being naked and pressed tightly against a hot, younger man whose eyes say she’s more than a roadside pickup.
BJ Spencer has no time for love with an auto parts store to run, though he yearns to find the right woman someday. So when the smoking hot redhead he rescues alongside the road gives him a sexy smile, he remembers sometimes a man needs to enjoy the finer things in life. Long legs encased in thigh-highs are definitely fine, but Jessie seems to be total perfection in a tempting package. BJ just might be able to make both business and pleasure work for him this time.
“I hope you like the blues, ma’am. We don’t get too many channels back here.”
Jessica nodded her approval. The sultry vibrations of Southern blues serenaded her. It didn’t take long for BJ to unload her car, pump up the jack, and start working on her tire. Watching the hunky mechanic work, listening to calming music, and feeling the wild rush of pre-storm air was exciting and nostalgic at the same time. She had grown up in a garage like this and instantly felt at home. The place was organized, quaint, and had the distinct smell of rubber and oil. A dark patina of grime coated the walls and worktables. A girly calendar and a time card machine graced the wall above the radio. Even the zip zip sound of the impact wrench was music to her ears.
Somewhere along the way—she really didn’t care when—BJ had shed his shirt. His arm muscles bulged as he pulled off the tire. His sculpted chest glistened, broad shoulders flexed, muscles tightening. Her breasts ached to be pressed naked up against his chest, her body wanted to be held tight in those strong arms. She loved a man with chest hair. Springy black coils enhanced his pecs before tapering to a neat treasure trail heading south. She clasped her hands together, but they still involuntarily wiggled on their own, itching to run their way through the thick, dark curls.
Jessie had time to think while watching him work. Her mind reeled with plans to seduce him, but she was starting to think that was what he wanted her to do. Maybe she would wait and enjoy the show a little longer. He didn’t seem to be in that big a hurry to get the job done.
He checked air pressure in the other three tires for possible leaks as well. BJ stretched and flexed his muscles several times—not that she was counting or anything. Her concentration broke only a couple times to listen to the severe weather warnings beeping on the radio.
BJ strutted by her again and returned from the office carrying a big towel. He headed to an outside water pump. Pulling the pump handle up, he splashed water from the hose over his glistening upper body and head. He shook his head sending a spray of droplets in every direction. Jessie smiled as she enjoyed the show. Boldly he glanced her way every so often and flexed a muscle or two. Yes, he was definitely hoping for some kind of response. She’d let him beg a little more. The click of the water handle hitting the pump ended his shower. Drying off with the towel, he headed back toward her chair.
His eyes locked on hers, a suggestive smile on his face. “Anything else I can interest you in today, ma’am, since we’re already here in the garage? Need any spark plugs, a battery check…” He grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Lube job?” The Southern drawl rumbled slow and exaggerated.
Jessica almost laughed out loud. If she was anymore “lubed up,” she would slide right off the chair.
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Ginger Ring is an eclectic, hat-loving Midwestern girl with a weakness for cheese, dark chocolate, and the Green Bay Packers. She loves reading, playing with her cats, watching great movies, and has a quirky sense of humor. Publishing a book has been a lifelong dream of hers and she is excited to share her romantic stories with you. Her heroines are classy, sassy and in search of love and adventure. When Ginger isn’t tracking down old gangster haunts or stopping at historical landmarks, you can find her on the backwaters of the Mississippi River fishing with her husband.