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Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Happy Happy Release Day!!! eARC Review, Excerpt & #Giveaway: Delivered Fast (Portland Heat #3) by Annabeth Albert






Delivered Fast (Portland Heat, #3)
 ebook, 128 pages
Expected publication: May 26th 2015 by Kensington
Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Fiction, Gay fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

Publisher: Kensington/Lyrical
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde
Portland, Oregon, aka Hotlandia, where the coffee shops, restaurants, and bakeries are ready to serve everything piping hot, fresh, and ready to go—like the hard-working, hard-bodied men behind the counters—with no reservations…
Sure, Chris O’Neal has problems. His restaurant is still co-owned by his ex. His flannel-and-tattoos style is making him accidentally trendy. He can’t remember the last time he went out and had fun. But he’s not lonely, he’s driven. And the hot bakery delivery boy is not his problem, no matter how sweet his buns.
Chris is old enough to know Lance Degrassi’s sculpted good looks and clever double entendres spell nothing but trouble. Lance is still in college—he should be hitting the clubs and the books, chasing guys his own age, not pursuing some gruff motorcycle-riding workaholic. Especially when he’ll be leaving for grad school in a few months. But Lance keeps hanging around, lending a hand, charming Chris to distraction. Maybe some steaming hot no-strings indulgence won’t hurt.
Then again, maybe it will…

Review by: multitaskingmomma
My Rating: 5 of 5 Stars
This involves one of my guilty pleasures: erotic older lover. Chris is the older guy here and he really is sweetly confused by the delivery boy, Lance Degrassi's flirtations. Of course, as a stolid and upright man, Chris did not dream of making a move or show just how interested he is, but with the wit of Lance is quite hard to resist. He does fall and Lance is just jumping with anticipation of what he could do to the older Chris.

Was there drama here? Of course there was but it was very lightly treated I did not miss it at all. I just wanted Lance to get Chris and I wanted Chris to have his second chance at love and have the forever he desperately deserved. As for the ex who wishes otherwise? Meh... he had no chance whatsoever. 

Delivered Fast is a fast delivery of some romantic goodness that just made me drool. This was sweet, romance driven, and  a read that made me smile no end. What I really loved about this was how lacking in drama and angst this was. Some may disagree and say there has to be some sort of angst somewhere, usually around the 80% of the read and it was there but negligible. The focus was on the romance not the need to cry crocodile tears. I thank Annabeth Albert  for that. 

This was just a fast, light read that made my heart go thumpitythump in a really great way. It is for that reason alone did I say this deserved a Five Stars. It made me smile stupid!



Excerpt
From Chapter One of Delivered Fast 

The delivery boy had sweet buns. Not to mention prize-winning  rolls. He wore a pair of those fancy over-the-ear headphones and shimmied around the white bakery truck, his hips and ass working in time to what was apparently a killer beat. Even the way he climbed into the back of the truck was a choreographed dance. I wasn’t usually one to get distracted by eye candy, but that ass . . . 

I’d propped open the service door at the rear of my coffee shop about fifteen minutes earlier, hoping to coax a cool breeze into the stuffy storeroom where I’d been working. I leaned against the door frame, appreciating the unexpectedly fine view in the alley.

When the guy emerged from the truck—headphones around his neck, carrying a stack of pink boxes—I pushed away from the door and met him at the edge of the concrete steps. I tried to play it cool, like I hadn’t spent the last five minutes perving on his world-class bubble butt.

“You’re not Vic,” I said as I ushered him into the hallway that led back to the kitchen and storeroom.

“Nope. I’m Lance, Vic’s cousin. I’ll be handling your deliveries from here on out.” His smile—a wide, toothy grin—was almost as adorable as his butt. The only resemblance he had to my usual beefy delivery guy was in the chiseled facial features and light olive skin. He looked like he’d be right at home playing World Cup soccer for Italy with his wide shoulders, lean torso, muscular thighs and legs. And that ass. 

Which I was going to stop thinking about right the hell now. He was too young—I could see that even more clearly under the fluorescent lights of my kitchen. Early twenties, if that. His gelled-up black hair fell across his forehead in artfully bleached strands. Too high maintenance for my taste. 

“I’m Chris O’Neal. Here, let me help you with those.” Taking part of the stack from him, I showed him the metal racks where I stashed recent deliveries. 

“Nice setup you’ve got here.” Lance looked around the cramped but efficient kitchen area. 

“Thanks.” Most of The People’s Cup square footage was devoted to the coffee bar and seating area in the front, so I made do in the back with my organization system, which bordered on the obsessive. I’d installed floor-to-ceiling shelving on every wall, including over the cooktop and counters. The center prep table was where most of the action happened, and its broad expanse was covered with the beginnings of several dishes for tomorrow’s Sunday brunch.

“I’ve been here before with friends from PSU—for your Sunday thing. And during the week once or twice to study.” 

I made a noncommittal noise. Great. A college kid. As if I needed to feel like more of an old, cranky perv. 

“Let’s get the rest of the boxes.” I herded him back out to the alley. I was eager to get him and his distracting ass on his way. I had several more hours of staging work ahead of me to prepare for Sunday’s buffet. During the week we were just another coffeehouse, but we were known all over Portland for our Sunday brunch. 

“So are you the owner? This all yours?” Lance asked as he got another load of boxes from the truck. 

“Yeah. Mine and my partner’s. Business partner.” I fumbled the stack of boxes he handed me. Why had it felt so necessary to make that qualification? Like the kid would be in any way interested in my messed-up business relationship with my stubborn bastard of an ex. 

Despite his pretty-boy looks, the kid was probably straight; he had a confident swagger girls his age likely found irresistible. 

“I’ve been to your other place, too—the one in Northwest. Did the delivery there earlier. I like this location better.” 

“Me too,” I said, my voice drier than gin. “Randy give you any issues?” 

Randy had his location; I had mine. Our relationship had turned into something out of a bad chick flick, except there wasn’t any cute ending coming. 

“Randy? Nah. It was some girl named Becky, with a nose ring and huge gauges.” 

I nodded. That sounded about right for Randy’s taste. And I was not going to care whether he was banging her or how long she’d last as an employee. His shitty employee turnover wasn’t my problem. I’d washed my hands of what happened at the 23rd Street store. 

“You want a cup of coffee for the road?” I asked before I could stop myself. It was the same courtesy I’d always extended to his cousin and to most of our other delivery people, but somehow my offer felt tinged with more than politeness. 

“What do you have on offer today?” His grin was more than a little wicked. 

Wouldn’t you like to know? I bit back the flirtatious retort. And what the hell was up with that? I did not flirt. Hell, anything other than bitter and grumpy hadn’t been my MO for months now.  
*****
Can Lance bring out the softer side of this cranky chef? Find out in DELIVERED FAST! 




Tour Dates & Stops: May 26, 2015

Rafflecopter Prize: $10 Amazon gift card


About 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 toddlers.Represented by Saritza Hernandez of the Corvisiero Literary Agency



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1 comment:

  1. Favorite delivery food has to be pizza. Where I live there are no Chinese deliveries otherwise that would be my favorite

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