I confess. I have a thing for men in uniform. Always have. I ogle smokin’ hot firemen, gape at military hunks in camouflage, and drool over sexy police officers whenever they cross my path. It must be an innate response to all that luscious man-flesh wrapped in a freshly pressed package. But don’t think for a moment that my fondness ends with the big three; I find waiters, mechanics, mailmen, and many other service professionals just as appealing.
So it was a given that I set my sights on Torquere Press’ Men in Uniform anthology. I knew from the start I wanted to represent the everyday heroes that help make our day-to-day lives run a little smoother, since the men in those thankless jobs rarely get the respect they deserve. I chose to write about the highly underrated UPS man. How could we possibly neglect the fine men talented enough to deliver the goods and turn heads in their uniforms?
Sean Barlow, my main character in “What Can Brown Do For You?” is a geeky IT specialist and online gamer that fantasizes about the sexy UPS guy who chats up the ladies at his office each day. As I have a huge obsession with pop culture, I envisioned the ladies treating the UPS guy’s daily visit much like the women in the 1989 Diet Coke commercial; where they gather at 11:30 every day to gawk at the hunky shirtless construction worker during his break. I’m also a diehard cinephile, and inspiration came in the form of the charming UPS man from Legally Blonde, who has a crush on Elle’s shy nail technician friend. Written from Sean’s snarky point of view, it was a blast to have Sean and his UPS guy collide in a cacophony of humor and sweetness.
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Blurb: IT geek Sean Barlow lusts after the dreamy UPS guy who charms the ladies in his office with his roguish smile and sinful brown shorts. He couldn’t be more out of Sean’s league, even if by some miracle he was gay. But when a freak power outage finds Sean trapped in the elevator with his uniformed hunk, he learns first-hand that you can’t judge a UPS guy by the size of his package.
I made my way over to the break room, carrying a binder in front of me (I’ve learned my lesson) and an empty coffee cup to make it look like I had a reason to be there. Mr. Brown leaned over the front desk, chatting up nearly ten women at once. I propped myself against the door frame, staring at the curve of his tight ass in those shorts only he could look good in. Damn, he had a perfect, round rump, stretching the fabric in all the right places. The material came down nearly to his knee, exposing a tease of muscled thigh. His calves were lean and tan, and lightly dusted with dark hair that matched the midnight locks on his head. He held his cap in hand as he stood, giving me a generous view of his broad shoulders and slim hips, accented by the black belt around his tapered waist. The uniform accentuated the movements of his taut muscles, and I was mesmerized.
The women near him laughed and primped, trying to hold in their guts and push out their boobs all at once. He laughed, talking with them about whatever cheap floozies talk about. Jealous much? I sighed. I couldn’t judge them. I was exactly like them. Well, without the tits, or even the balls to enter Mr. Brown’s line of sight. He probably thrived on the girly attention and had any number of hot chicks to choose from every night. Smokin’ hot men like him, gay or straight, knew it, and used it to their advantage. Mr. Brown was no different. He could be as shallow and self-absorbed as he wanted to be. No one would care. I mean, look at him! Who would say no to that?
I poured myself some coffee and returned to my spot in the doorway. I blew into the cup before the steam could fog up my glasses. When I glanced up, Mr. Brown’s gaze had landed on me.
Author Bio: Hunter lost a bet at a blackjack table and begrudgingly traded temperate Southern California for the sweltering heat of Las Vegas. There she resides with an extremely tolerant boyfriend and a fat little cat named after her favorite espresso, Latte. When she’s not dreaming of returning to coastal living, Hunter works on her MA thesis in British history and at her government day job. In order to appease her muse, she writes the kind of fiction that keeps her sane. She adores romance in all forms, but prefers her stories with two heroes that find their happily-ever-after with each other.
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