Title: AT ATTENTION
Series: Out of Uniform, book 2 (but stands alone well--different couple for each book)
Author: Annabeth Albert
Publisher: Carina Press
Release Date: April 10, 2017
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 73,000
Genre: Romance, Military romance, contemporary, age difference, may/december, SEALS
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Synopsis
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 wordsHis best friend Dustin brings his brother Dylan to Apollo's, and you can't help but laugh at this meeting! Apollo seriously thinks he knows Dylan, but he doesn't - what he is remembering is his best friends kid brother, and no way is the grown up college kid Dylan!
Dylan moves in with Apollo and his daughters, to provide help when Apollo is working, and Dylan settles in well with the twins, but Apollo is still not sure. Things seem to be ticking along fine, until a few things happen that changes the dynamics between Apollo and Dylan.
I have to say, Apollo on meds is hilarious, and I couldn't help but smile at what he would say to Dylan, and how he trying to get Dylan to sleep with him. Dylan showed how mature he was, even if he wanted nothing more than to join him, by firmly telling Apollo "no", and I think I fell in love with Dylan even more now, as he knew Apollo would have huge regrets in the morning if anything happened.
Dylan and Apollo seem to come to an understanding, about being together during the Summer, as Dylan was due to leave then. However, fate works in mysterious ways, and Dylan may not be leaving like he thought, but this gets back to Apollo before Dylan can talk to him, and now Dylan sees a very different side of Apollo, and it is not nice.
Can Dylan get Apollo see sense, or has Apollo managed to destroy the one good thing in his life - even if he doesn't realise it yet. Again, at this point, you can see that Dylan is so level headed, and can see things clearly - but Apollo will not accept what he says. Will Apollo go back to his sterile cold life, or will he finally listen to what has been said to him??
Excerpt
**This is from the first chapter**Hamburger. Onions. Pickles. Ketchup. Buns. Buns. Well, hello, there. Possibly the most perfect specimen Apollo had ever seen was bent over in the bakery aisle at Sprouts, looking at a rack of organic cookies. High. Tight. Round. Attached to muscular legs poking out of board shorts, the kind of legs that suggested a serious investment in a sport or fitness. He wasn’t going to do more than look, but even when he’d been with Neal, he hadn’t been blind, and it was nice to know perfection like this guy existed in the world. It was like swimming by a perfect coral reef on a dive or the blue of a cloudless sky right before a jump— Wink. Fuck. The guy straightened before Apollo could look away and caught Apollo staring, and instead of blushing or serving him with the angry glare he deserved, he gave Apollo a saucy wink. It was the sort of wink that a decade ago would have had Apollo crossing the shiny linoleum and getting the guy’s number, but those days were long gone. Instead he grabbed the closest twelve pack of hamburger buns and one of hot dog buns and headed to the next aisle. Those were the only kind of buns he had any business letting himself be distracted by. He was a father for crying out loud, not some single guy out treating the natural grocery store like his own personal pickup joint. Reflexively, he rubbed his ring with the side of his pinky, making it spin on his ring finger. Yeah. No more looking. “Apollo! How are you?” Bridget from down the street almost ran her cart into his as he navigated the aisles. Her red-haired toddler waved at him from the basket. Hell. He knew he should have brought at least one of the girls shopping. Then Bridget could have focused on the kids, and not his least favorite question in the universe. “Hanging in there.” Apollo gave her a practiced a smile. “Good” would be a lie and no one wanted to hear “same as yesterday,” which was closer to the truth. But what the Bridgets of the world all wanted to hear was that Apollo was moving on—like time was the magic cure for the hole in his heart. “Having some people over for a barbecue later. Apologies if anyone parks in front of your place.” “Oh, no worries.” Bridget patted his arm. “Having friends is so important.” “Yeah, it is,” Apollo agreed because Bridget was a nice person, but inwardly his teeth gnashed together. He was so tired of well-meaning people telling him what was good for him when not a damn one of their suggestions would bring Neal back. “I better get on with my list.” “You do that. And be sure and let us know if you need anything.” Apollo nodded. Two years. It had been two years of neighbors and friends stopping him like this, making kind offers, but none of them able to do the one thing he wanted more than anything. Fuck. Snap out of it, Lieutenant. No one wants your mopey ass around on this sunny May weekend. And it was an absolutely gorgeous day, perfect for playing with the girls outside and kicking back a few beers with his friends. He wasn’t on duty and had three consecutive days off for the first time in a long time. No sense dwelling on sad shit. Time to get stuff done. Find something else to focus on. Like that perfect ass? No. Absolutely not that. Like…pickles. Lots and lots of pickles. He saw Mr. Perfect Butt again in the juice aisle, and it was damn hard to keep his resolution to stick to shopping. The guy was model cute—curly hair falling just so over his forehead, sparkling eyes, chiseled jaw, and a tight T-shirt advertising a British soccer team showing off a defined chest and tight stomach. The guy smiled at him again and looked like he might want to speak, so Apollo grabbed the juice boxes for the girls and got out of there like he’d just launched a flash bang in the guy’s direction. At the checkout, Mr. Perfect Butt was ahead of him in the only line that seemed to be moving. Apollo very carefully did not look at his butt again and busied himself grabbing some gum and trying to give off “don’t talk to me” vibes. But those vibes seemed to be an utter failure as the guy turned, offering another movie-star-worthy grin. “You want to go first?” His voice was husky, like every word was a secret. “I’m good,” Apollo said. The man nodded, shy smile teasing the edges of his mouth, making his blue eyes dance. “You know—” “ID please.” The cashier interrupted whatever flirtation the guy had planned as his six pack of beer went across the scanner. “Oh, yeah.” A faint red flush spread up the guy’s neck. Oh hell. He wasn’t just younger than Apollo. He was a kid. A kid who still got carded, and rightfully so with that baby face. What the hell had Apollo been thinking, admiring his body? Apollo focused on unloading his own groceries, making neat rows for the cashier, and making sure the buns wouldn’t get squished. Buns. Nope. Not going there. The kid hung around after paying for his groceries, mouth moving as if he were debating speaking, but Apollo kept his attention squarely on the cashier. No more looking. Remember who—what—you are now. When he finally looked up, perfect butt guy was gone, and if Apollo felt a twinge of regret for being a bit on the rude side, he squashed it quickly. Wasn’t like he’d ever see the guy again anyway. ****
What will Apollo do when he discovers that Perfect Butt guy is his best friend's little brother? Find out in AT ATTENTION!