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Slow Grind
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Eva Spencer
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Blurb: 

Only the good die young. It’s a phrase I wish never existed.

Best mates shouldn’t get cancer, especially terminal at twenty-seven. And experimental treatments shouldn’t cost a hundred grand. But sometimes life just fucking sucked.

Then I got an idea to raise the cash. If a woman could strip her way through uni, we could strip our way to a cure, right? We were attractive Aussie guys, and with the help of Max’s kid sister, we could nail the choreogra-phy.

I hadn't seen Aubrey since she was twelve. She’d gone from a pig-tailed, freckled tomboy into the sexiest chick I think I'd ever met. I made a promise to Max to steer clear, but when she was choreographing our routines …

The Men of Mornington were going to heat things up, and things just got a whole lot hotter..

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Excerpt:

“I’ve invited Drew and the guys around tonight for drinks, okay?”
I stand at Max’s bedroom door and peer inside. I can just make out the shape of his body on his bed. He rolls over and switches on his lamp, squinting up at me and wiping the sleep from his eyes.
After a few days of making sure this plan can actually work, Drew and I are ready to let the others in on it. I’m nervous, because I have no idea how they’re going to react. Especially Max. But, at the end of the day I know this will work. It has to.
“How long have I been asleep?” he mumbles, struggling to sit up. I walk over to help him, but he waves me off. “I’m okay, Aubs.”
I hang back as much as it kills me to watch him fight to do something that’s so normal for the rest of us, my fingers fidgeting in front of me. He hates it when I try to help him, but I do it without even thinking—it’s my second nature, I think. I just want to make things as easy as I can for him. I did even when he wasn’t sick. I guess I got the nurture and he got the nature. Nope, that’s a lie, he got the nurture too. A pair of peas on a pod, I guess.
“Only a few hours. I wanted to let you rest as long as you were able,” I say, answering his question. “Mom said you were having trouble sleeping through the night, but then I thought you might be hungry, so I’ve made soup. Mom also said you can usually handle that on your stomach when you’re not feeling well. Is that okay?”
“You’re cooking is enough to kill any appetite I have. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” he chuck-les. I glower at him, but it’s nice to hear him laugh again, even if it is at my expense and even if it is a little mor-bid. How do you tell a guy with a body that’s giving out on him that it’s too soon to be making death jokes? I suppose you can’t, can you?
He stands up and I hand him his robe, consciously making sure I don’t try to help him. He follows me out to the kitchen, where the aroma of chicken soup fills the air. He wanders over to the trash and picks up an empty can, laughing and shaking his head.
“Opening a can and heating it doesn’t exactly qualify as cooking,” he says.
“Yeah, well, it’s my kind of cooking,” I respond defensively, snatching the can off him. I toss it back in the bin and set two bowls on the counter. “Go and sit down,” I order.
I pour the steaming soup straight from the pot into two bowls and carry them over to where he’s sitting, placing one in front of him, the other on the opposite side. He obliges, and I wait to take my seat until he’s taken his.
“You better have given me the one with more,” he teases. I smile, my mind going back to our childhood when we used to fight over which drink had more in it, or who got the bigger slice of cake. I remember our dad complaining because for a very long time I even had to have the blue cup because Max had a blue cup. Then, as I grew older, everything became a competition; who finished dinner first, who got to sit in the front seat. Still, as I sit with the soup, I find myself wondering if I can finish before Max, so for the first time I can ac-tually win. It’s hard being ten and being in competition with a teenage boy—they can eat enough for ten men and still have room to steal the dessert.
“Remember the time when you stole the ice cream from the freezer, and when Mom realized one was miss-ing, she refused to let us have another until one of us owned up to it?” Max chuckles and takes a small sip of the broth, leaving the noodles and small chunks of chicken behind in the bowl.
I laugh and roll my eyes. “It’s been twelve years. You can own up to it now,” I say. “I was so pissed at you for making me miss out. You could have at least taken one for me. You knew she wouldn’t let either of us have any until we fessed up.”
“It wasn’t me!” he laughs and holds his hands up in surrender. “I was sure it was you.”
“Even back then, me and mom fought all the time. I wouldn’t dare risk having her unleash her special, so-phisticated brand of crazy on me,” I scoff. Max has no reason to lie to me after all this time, so the more I think, the more my mind wanders, then realization hits. “Wasn’t Drew there that day? In the afternoon?”
Max nods, confused, and then breaks out into a smile. “That sneaky little bugger. That bastard owes us ice cream.”
“I’ll make sure he follows through,” I giggle. “You know how I feel about my desserts.”

Author Bio:

Eva Spencer, a combination of Ashley Suzanne and Missy Johnson. Independently, we have over 30 novels, and have decided to write our co-written works under one pen name to make it easier for all of you to follow!!! We love new readers and can't wait to chat with you!



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My Review:

💋💋💋💋

"I might be in love with him, but he's never 

going to be in love with me"

Okay, first let me say this book totally caught my attention because it had the words 'Male strippers' in the blurb. So i thought fuck yeah, i love me some strippers. So i signed myself up.
One of my favourite books to read is the 'My brothers best friend'. So obviously this book was right up my street.

This book was so much more than i thought it'd be. I absolutely LOVE the relationships between everyone in this story. Wether it be brother and sister or best friend to best friend the connections between them are so real, their bonds are absolutely amazing.

Aubrey was the twelve year old girl with a crush on her big brothers best friend, wanting nothing more for him to notice her but knowing its never gonna happen. I mean she's just to young and she's only Max' little sister. So when the chance arises to move to away with her father she takes it, fresh start and all that.

“I might be in love with him, but he’s never going to be in love with me" 

Drew is Max' best friend, kind of a manwhore and the man Aubreys been in love with since forever. He hasn't seen little Aubs in 8 years, she's not the little girl he once knew. Hell he didnt expect her to be so grown up.

Aubrey has to return home when she learns the sad news about her brother, As soon as she see's Drew all her feelings come flooding back. When she realises Drew is finally noticing her for more than a little girl she grabs the chance she has with both hands. All whilst trying to find a way to save her older brother.

“But Max can’t die. He’s Max. He’s my person. My lifeline. My piece of home when I start to miss Melbourne, my old friends and my childhood bedroom. He’s the one person I know will always be there for me. No matter what. He’s mine"

So when Drew finds a way to raise the money they need for Max, he recruits Sam, Cam and Nash and they create The Men of Mornington with Aubreys help with the choreography they grow closer and well we all know the kind of sexual tension there would be.

So this story is so much more than a bunch of Aussie men taking their clothes off for a bunch of rowdy women. Its well written, the characters are brilliant, i loved the secondary characters just as much as the main.
Its a story about one mans very fierce and loyal friends that are determined to do anything they can for him. It was such a refreshing, fun but somewhat emotional read. Its a story of love, support, suffering and hope, a story that proves there is no limit of what you'd do to support someone you love.

These authors are no doubt talented, i can't wait to read more from them. Im sitting waiting, not so patiently for the next men of mornington installment.