Aubergine Publishing's Men Under the Uniform series.
Seven authors, seven books, seven chances to fall in love.
A new story will be released every two weeks:
Dance with Me by Ann Grech - June 28
Rescue Me by T A McKay - July 12
Made to Measure by Viva Gold - July 26
Isola di Fiora by Lou Watton - August 9
Hot Nurse by Brad Tanner - August 23
Long Tall Texan by L J Harris - September 6
Square One by J J Harper - September 20
Each story is standalone and has one thing in common: a uniform theme.
I'm so excited to be part of this wonderful project!
Movement in the shadows had me pausing. I didn’t think anyone would come down
here so long after the show finished. My shift had just ended—I’d been dancing
in the performance then the nightclub and I needed to wind down. This was my
time, my chance to dance the way I loved best rather than the moves we pulled
in the shows. The choreography was hot as hell, but pole dancing was my
passion.
I paused the music and called out, “Who’s there?” I
cursed myself for letting the tinge of anxiety I felt show. My heart thudded in
my chest while I waited for the answer.
“I…I am,” the person answered. It was a man, his
Australian accent a deep rumble, and I inwardly moaned. Damn. That accent. An Australian accent got me every time, and the
hesitancy in his voice, like he didn’t know if he was in the right place even
though he worked on board, was kind of cute.
I was hot and sweaty and I desperately needed the
water I had stashed in my bag in the change rooms, but he’d piqued my
curiosity. I stepped forward, trying to coax shy boy out. “You wanna step into
the light so I can see you, rather than standing in the dark like a creeper?” I
was teasing him, but his voice drew me to him and I stepped forward.
The man who came into the light was not at all what I
was expecting—he was so much…more. Wearing a smirk and clothes that looked like
they’d been tailored to fit him despite being deceptively casual, he was the
picture of style. Broad shouldered with thick biceps and forearms, rounded pecs
and a flat stomach that tapered down to slim hips, he was an Adonis. Mussed up
blond hair and rich chocolate brown eyes, with a chiseled jaw and a perfect
nose completing the package. He was beautiful enough to model for any fitness
magazine, and lust spiked through me. Fuck
me, he is gorgeous. He was tall, so tall I had to look up into his eyes
that were piercing yet warm at the same time. I was in trouble. Big, big
trouble. I hated to say I had a type because our differences were what made us
all amazing, but let’s be real, I had a type. And the man in front of me ticked
every. Single. Box.
I was checking him out and not being subtle about it.
Who the hell could when this sexy slab of man-meat was standing in front of
them? When he shivered, my eyes instinctively snapped to his. Did he do it
because of my inspection? Was he feeling the same insane lusty connection I
was? He licked his lips and I nearly pounced on him. I was using all my
restraint to stop myself from climbing him like a jungle gym, but I couldn’t
help the growl that escaped from me. “What’s your name?” he rasped, his voice
all dark and sexy.
“Eddie.” My voice came out a lot quieter than normal,
but it had the desired effect; he leaned in closer and I smirked. Clearing my
throat softly, I added, “My, my, my, aren’t you a handsome one? And what might
your name be?”
“Will,” he responded immediately and I smiled at the
name. It suited him. Clean cut like a William but he was loose enough not to
introduce himself with his full name. I’d only been on the ship since the day
before, but he was the sort of person I wouldn’t forget, and now that he was
here…
“And what are you doing down here, Will? You lost or
are you looking for little ol’ me?” I smirked and checked him out again, this
time dropping my gaze straight to his crotch. He had a nice bulge, the length
of his shaft clearly outlined in the shorts he wore. Either he was going
commando, or he had loose boxer shorts on because there was no way that snake
was being contained by anything. I licked my lips, imagining what it'd be like
to drop to my knees right here and now and taste him. Sue me, I like sex.
“I, ah…” He
shifted his weight and I noticed for the first time he was carrying something–a
suit bag, a duffel bag and a hat. And not just any hat, the same hat that the
executive staff wore. Will, executive staff? No, it can’t be. My eyes shot to his and I knew. I just knew it.
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Author
Bio
By day Ann Grech lives the corporate world and can be
found sitting behind a desk typing away at reports and papers or lecturing to a
room full of students. She graduated with a PhD in 2016 and is now an
over-qualified nerd. Glasses, briefcase, high heels and a pencil skirt, she’s
got the librarian look nailed too. If only they knew! She swears like a sailor,
so that’s got to be a hint. The other one was “the look” from her tattoo artist
when she told him that she wanted her kids initials “B” and “J” tattooed on her
foot. It took a second to register that it might be a bad idea.
She’s never entirely fit in and loves escaping into a
book—whether it’s reading or writing one. But she’s found her tribe now and
loves her MM book world family. She dislikes cooking, but loves eating, can’t
figure out technology, but is addicted to it, and her guilty pleasure is Byron
Bay Cookies. Oh and shoes. And lingerie. And maybe handbags too. Well, if we’re
being honest, we’d probably have to add her library too given the state of her
credit card every month (what can she say, she’s a bookworm at heart)!
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