Title: Off Base
Series: Out of Uniform #1
Author: Annabeth Albert
Publisher: Carina Press
Release Date: January 9th 2017
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 73,000
Genre: Romance, Military, SEALs, Contemporary, Roommates-to-lovers
Add to Goodreads
Synopsis
After trading the barracks for a fixer-upper rental, navy SEAL Zack Nelson wants peace, not a roommate—especially not Pike, who sees things about Zack he most wants to hide. Pike's flirting puts virgin Zack on edge. And the questions Pike's arrival would spark from Zack's teammates about his own sexuality? Nope. Not going there. But Zack can't refuse.
Pike Reynolds knows there won't be a warm welcome in his new home. What can he say? He's an acquired taste. But he needs this chance to get his life together. Also, teasing the uptight SEAL will be hella fun. Still, Pike has to tread carefully; he's had his fill of tourists in the past, and he can't risk his heart on another, not even one as hot, as built—and, okay, yeah, as adorable—as Zack.
Living with Pike crumbles Zack's restraint and fuels his curiosity. He discovers how well they fit together in bed…in the shower…in the hallway… He needs Pike more than he could have imagined, yet he doesn't know how to be the man Pike deserves.
Book One of the Out of Uniform series
This book is approximately 73,000 words
One-click with confidence. This title is part of the Carina Press Romance Promise: all the romance you're looking for with an HEA/HFN. It's a promise! Find out more at CarinaPress.com/RomancePromise
Excerpt
“What do you mean
they’re not coming?” Zack tried hard to sound like the badass navy SEAL he was
now. He’d passed all sorts of interrogation training—there was no reason he
couldn’t hide that he didn’t particularly like this guy. Or this fancy bar
where he and his nontrendy clothes and military haircut were out of place. He’d
agreed to go out for drinks with a group. His friend Ryan had promised him a
drink for finishing his SEAL qualification training and getting his trident,
and Zack had figured dealing with the rest of Ryan’s crowd wouldn’t be
horrible. But tolerable was a far cry from being stranded alone with Pike
freaking Reynolds without Ryan as a buffer.
“They blew two tires
getting out of Santa Monica and are waiting on a repair truck now. Ryan said to
have fun without them.” Pike looked harmless enough—shorter than Zack with a
lean build and bright red hair and freckles that made him look too young to
drink—but Zack knew from experience he was anything but benign. Pike was the
type of guy who would flirt with wallpaper, but he seemed to have singled Zack
out for special attention ever since their first meeting at a LAN party.
Which was all well
and good, but unlike a lot of Ryan’s crowd, Zack wasn’t openly gay. And what
Zack hated was that Pike seemed to see through all his “no, really I’m
straight” protests and see things Zack refused to even think about. And a whole
night with Pike? Torture. And that was coming from someone who’d been tossed
into frigid water with his arms and legs bound. Repeatedly.
But he’d happily
endure another round of drownproof training if it meant an easy out of this
situation.
“Is Landon coming?”
Please say it’s not just us. Surely, Pike’s omnipresent sidekick would be there
to bail Zack out.
“Nope. He’s doing
research at the Hadron Collider for the next few months. Just us, I think.”
Pike grinned at him. “Alone at last, right?”
Zack guessed that
the Hadron was one of those supersmart things Pike’s crowd just assumed
everyone else knew about. He certainly wasn’t about to appear dumb and ask.
“You don’t have to stick around on my account,” he said instead.
“Dude.” Pike smacked
him on the shoulder. “I’ve had a shit week. Another three interviews for jobs
for the fall, another three fuckups on my part. Don’t make me drink alone.”
“I guess I could do
a beer.”
“On me, right? We’re
all super stoked that you passed SQT.” Pike gave him another of those disarming
smiles.
Ba-deep-deep. Zack’s
phone chimed. Sure enough, there was a message from Ryan apologizing for
bailing. Have fun with Pike, Ryan ended. But whatever you do, don’t let him
talk you into shots. He looks scrawny, but he can drink you under the table.
Trust me.
Zack shoved his
phone away. Nope, no way was he doing shots with Pike. Last thing he needed was
to get drunk and forget himself around the guy.
“So what’ll it be?
They have a whole selection of craft beers here.” Pike offered him one of the
little bar menus artfully strewn around on the huge antique wood bar.
“A Bud’s fine,” Zack
said. He’d never developed a taste for the fancy stuff. This whole place was
fancier than he was used to, what with the exposed hardwoods everywhere, the
prettified bar food emerging from the kitchen, and the painted inspirational
quotes behind the bar. Even the name, Mellow, was a far cry from the
hole-in-the-wall places he’d drunk at in college or even Big Ted’s, the little
sports bar right off base that his fellow SEALs favored.
Pike signaled the
burly bartender, who frowned at them after Pike gave their order for a Bud and
some fancy-ass beer Zack had never heard of. “Hand stamps, please. Both of
you.”
Zack stuck his hand
out, showing that the bouncer had indeed checked his ID. Pike put his arm right
next to Zack’s—way too close for comfort. “See, look at us, finding things in common.”
“Getting carded is
hardly something to be proud of,” Zack mumbled as he pulled his arm away. Back
in San Diego, when he went to the bars with his friends, they never got carded
anymore. And he liked that—he was twenty-three now, for crying out loud.
“Of course it’s not
for you, Muscles.” Pike did that whole standing-too-close thing again, moving
over so others could get to the bar.
Zack really
shouldn’t like that Pike noticed what the past few months of training had done
for his physique. He’d always been lean, but days of log- and boat-carry drills
had carved out muscles he hadn’t even been aware he had. Zack accepted his beer
from the bartender, then followed Pike to one of the little high-top tables
ringing the bar area.
“Seriously, you are
jacked now.” Pike winked at him, giving him the sort of once-over Zack’s
buddies gave girls in bikinis. “Look at those shoulders. It even makes you look
taller.”
Flattery was not
going to work on Zack. Not even a bit. Besides, Pike was the short one, probably
five seven or so. But Zack was a perfectly respectable five ten. In your boots.
“Truth, man. I just call it like I see it.” Pike shrugged. And that right there was the whole problem with Pike—he had absolutely no filter and a way too keen sense of observation.
Carina Press | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iTunes
Meet the Author
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.
Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Annabeth's Angels | Sign Up for Annabeth's Newsletter!
Giveaway
a Rafflecopter giveaway
No comments:
Post a Comment