Please welcome Annabeth Albert to the blog today!
Thank you so much for having me today! I’m here to share an exclusive excerpt from my latest release, AT ATTENTION, featuring a widowed navy SEAL hero and his best friend’s little brother. I don’t know about you, but sometimes I like to eat dessert before my meal. And by that I mean, I love a good super sexy teaser. I chose this one because it really shows the dynamic between my heroes and how badly Apollo is trying to resist the pull of Dylan. I hope you enjoy!
Title: At Attention (Out of Uniform #2)
Author: Annabeth Albert
Publisher: Carina Press
Release Date: April 10, 2017
Page Count: 209
Reviewed by: Gigi, Ele, Lili, Crabbypatty
Lieutenant Apollo Floros can ace tactical training missions, but being a single dad to his twin daughters is more than he can handle. He needs live-in help, and he’s lucky a friend’s younger brother needs a place to stay. He’s surprised to see Dylan all grown up with a college degree…and a college athlete’s body. Apollo’s widowed heart may still be broken, but Dylan has his blood heating up.
It’s been eight years since the teenage Dylan followed Apollo around like a lovesick puppy, and it’s time he showed Lieutenant Hard-to-Please that he’s all man now—an adult who’s fully capable of choosing responsibility over lust. He can handle Apollo’s muscular sex appeal, but Apollo the caring father? Dylan can’t afford to fall for that guy. He’s determined to hold out for someone who’s able to love him back, not someone who only sees him as a kid brother.
Apollo is shocked by the intensity of his attraction to Dylan. Maybe some no-strings summer fun will bring this former SEAL back to life. But the combination of scorching desire and warm affection is more than he’d expected, and the emotion between them scares him senseless. No fling lasts forever, and Apollo will need to decide what’s more important—his past or his future—if he wants to keep Dylan in his life.
Book Two of the Out of Uniform series
This book is approximately 73,000 words
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Out of Uniform Series
“Is this the episode with all the food truck guys?” Dylan flopped down next to him. “I’ve seen it.”
“Don’t spoil it,” Apollo said without any real censure to his voice. Mainly he was pathetically grateful that Dylan wasn’t heading straight upstairs.
“I won’t.” Dylan’s voice was hoarse, and whether from shouting to be heard over bar music or something more extracurricular, Apollo couldn’t tell, and that was driving him crazy.
“Did you have a nice time?” he asked cautiously.
“Sure did.” Dylan gave him a wicked smile. “Funny thing. We ran into Ben at the Brass Rail. Guess I was wrong about him being on duty.”
Apollo let out a growl before he got control of himself. “You did?”
“Why do you care?” Dylan turned so that he was looking right into his eyes. “Really? Do you want a blow-by-blow? Is that a kink for you?”
“Blow-by-blow?” Apollo ground out.
“Yeah. You want to hear how we danced, how we—”
Apollo had had enough. He hauled Dylan closer, closing the gap between them, slamming his mouth down on Dylan’s with exactly zero finesse and a whole lot of anger that quickly transformed into a frantic need to kiss him until the only thing Dylan knew was this, until the memory of whatever had transpired earlier was blotted out.
Dylan tasted like mint and a hint of alcohol and surprise, but then he moaned, deepening the kiss, and all Apollo tasted was Dylan—unique and spicy and utterly addictive. They clawed their way closer, tongues tangling, hands grappling. He pulled him until Dylan was straddling his lap. Fuck. The weight on his thighs felt so right. He was the perfect height for this position.
Apollo broke away from the kiss to nip at Dylan’s jaw. “This? Did you do this?”
“Why. Does. It. Matter?” Dylan panted each word.
“Because.” Apollo met his mouth for a brutal kiss, one that Dylan eagerly met, sucking on Apollo’s tongue, and arching his back.
“Because you’re jealous.” Dylan ground down against Apollo. “Just admit it. You want to know every dirty thing I got up to because you wish it was you.”
“Yes. Goddamn it. Yes.” Apollo pulled him down for another kiss, seemingly unable to go more than twenty seconds without feeling Dylan’s lips on his.
“I wanted that too.” Dylan broke away from the kiss to whisper in Apollo’s ear. “Wanted it to be you I was dancing with.”
“Fuck.” Apollo’s head fell back as Dylan sucked on his earlobe.
“And dancing was all that happened.” Dylan’s breath was a warm kiss against Apollo’s ear, but all he felt was cool relief. “And not the grinding, one-step-from-public-sex dancing that I want from you, either. And damn you for being so in my head that I couldn’t even let him buy me a drink.”
“I was?” Apollo couldn’t contain the happiness leaching into his voice.
“Yes.” Dylan shoved at his shoulders. “Smug bastard.”
Apollo rewarded his admission with more kisses, gentler now, sucking on Dylan’s lower lip, taking his time. The first several buttons on Dylan’s shirt were already undone, and Apollo pushed Dylan backward so that he could trace the V of exposed skin with his tongue, fingers working to undo the remaining buttons until the shirt hung open.
He loved how fuzzy Dylan’s chest was—and yeah, he especially loved that Dylan hadn’t manscaped before his little adventure. Jealous bastard. He used his thumbs to flick at Dylan’s nipples.
“Oh. That.” Dylan rocked against him, licking his way back into Apollo’s mouth. Dylan yanked at Apollo’s T-shirt, exposing his stomach so that their bare skin rubbed.
“Fuck.” He tweaked Dylan’s nipple, just to make him moan into his mouth, make him thrash against his body.
“We should…go upstairs…right the fuck now,” Dylan panted, even as his hips didn’t slow down.
Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.
Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two children.