Trust with a Chaser by, Annabeth Albert; Tour w/ Teaser and Review!

Title:  Trust with a Chaser

Series: Rainbow Cove, Book 1

Author: Annabeth Albert

Publisher:  Annabeth Albert

Release Date: 08-01-2017

Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 75,000

Genre: Romance, Contemporary, Law Enforcement, Small Town, May/December

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Synopsis:

One hot cop. One bar owner out for redemption. One smoking-hot summer fling destined to leave scorch marks…

Mason Hanks has returned to Rainbow Cove, Oregon with one goal in mind: turn the struggling coastal community into a thriving LGBTQ tourism destination. Step one is transforming an old bar and grill into a gay-friendly eatery. Step two? Don’t piss off Nash Flint, the very hot, very stern chief of police who’s not so sure he’s on board with Mason’s big plans.

Nash Flint just wants to keep his community safe and enjoy the occasional burger in peace. He’s not big on change nor is he a fan of Mason’s troublemaking family, especially his rowdy older brothers. But Mason slowly wins him over with fantastic cooking and the sort of friendship Nash has been starving for.

When their unlikely friendship takes a turn for the sexy, both men try to steer clear of trouble. Nash believes he’s too set in his ways for Mason, and Mason worries that his family’s reputation will ruin any future with Nash. Burning up the sheets in secret is a surefire way to crash and burn, and discovery forces a heart-wrenching decision—is love worth the risk of losing everything?

Trust with a Chaser is a 75,000 word stand-alone gay romance with a May/December theme, a hot law-enforcement hero, opposites attract, plenty of sexy times, and one hard-fought, guaranteed happy ending with no cliffhangers.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Mason

When Adam stepped inside the glorified closet I was using as an office, eyes all twitchy and hands wringing a bar towel, I knew I wasn’t going to like what came out of his mouth.

“Sheriff Sexy just walked in. He’s your problem.”

Fuck. I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. “Please don’t call Police Chief Flint that. He might hear, and I’m pretty sure he’d find a citation for you. And I am not bailing your ass out.”

“You’re just worried that one of these days you’re going to slip up and call him that.” Adam grinned at me. This was an old argument—he’d been calling Flint that stupid nickname since we were in high school. The hard-nosed cop wasn’t one to cut teen drivers any slack—especially if they were in any way associated with the name “Hanks.” “Anyway, you know he freaks me out. I’ve got no idea what he wants—all our permits are in order, right?”

“Of course.” Standing, I grabbed the folder with the permitting paperwork. I prided myself in the organization I was bringing to the bar and grill that I co-owned with Adam and our friend, Logan. Flint wouldn’t find anything to complain about, not with me in charge. “I’ll go deal with him. You go back to the bar in case we get a rush.”

Adam snorted. Despite it being opening weekend, traffic had been embarrassingly light. We’d worked for weeks transforming the old tavern—a Rainbow Cove institution for decades—into the newly renamed Rainbow Tavern. The gay-friendly bar and grill was our vision for pulling our sleepy little coastal town into the twenty-first century. Logan had crafted a new menu of upscale bar food ready to go, and Adam had innovative drinks specials at the ready. All we needed were customers. And to not run afoul of Nash Flint on our first day of operation.

Flint was a Rainbow Cove institution himself—born and raised here, same as Adam and me, but unlike me, he’d never left, sliding into his father’s shoes as police chief and apparently fitting the role as easily as a pair of broken-in jeans. He’d been Officer Flint last time I’d seen him, almost ten years prior.

Guess I could have seen him had I come down for Freddy’s trial, something I still felt niggles of guilt over, and I told myself that was why my stomach fluttered on my way out to the tavern’s dining room. Unlike Adam, I’d never found Flint particularly…

Sexy. All my thoughts fled as I took in the man sitting in front of the plate-glass window. He dwarfed the small wooden chair, one of dozens that Adam and I had painted bright colors. Broad shoulders stretched the confines of his uniform shirt, biceps bulging under the short sleeves. His cut-glass jaw was firm as ever, as were those hard hazel eyes. But what had been frankly terrifying to my teenaged self made my twenty-seven-year-old libido sit up and take serious notice.

Flint blinked as I approached, head tilting to one side. I’d been getting a lot of that since I’d been back in town. “Mason…Hanks?”

“The one and only.” I stuck out my hand. “What can I do for you, Chief Flint?”

He returned my handshake with a sure grip, only a moment’s hesitation. I guessed he wasn’t all that used to shaking hands with a Hanks. Oh well. I was out to prove to the whole damn town that I wasn’t like my father and brothers, and if I had to start with Flint, so be it.

“Nice place you’ve got here.” His eyes swept around the renovated room—restored antique bar on the far wall where Adam wasn’t bothering to conceal his nosiness, dance floor beyond that, colorful tables and chairs in the front of the bar, only a handful occupied despite the dinner hour.

“Thanks. Our permits are all in order.” I held out my folder. “Liquor license is on top.”

He waved the folder off. “Not worried about that.”

No? Then why the heck was Flint in my establishment? “Good. We’re on the up-and-up. You won’t have trouble from us—”

“Glad to hear it,” he said levelly, eyes skeptical, reminding me that I was, after all, nothing more than a Hanks. “Cheeseburger?”

“Pardon?”

“That Ringer kid didn’t see fit to give me a menu, but I’m trusting you all offer something approximating a burger? Salad, no fries, and an iced tea.”

“You want to order?” I was still struggling to keep up with him.

“This is a food establishment, right?” He shook his head as if he hadn’t expected more from me, and that rankled.

“Of course.” I crossed the room in long strides, grabbed an order pad from the bar, ignoring Adam’s gaping. As soon as I returned to Flint’s table, I added, “Anything you want. On the house.”

“None of that.” He sighed like my very existence was tiring. “Got my meals from the old tavern for years. They kept a tab open for me.”

“We can do the same—”

“Let’s see if you can cook first,” he said, voice drier than yesterday’s toast. “I thought I’d come by, check the place out.”

“Appreciated,” I said and meant it. Business, any business, was good, but people in Rainbow Cove trusted Flint. If he gave us the seal of approval, more locals might give us a try, make us less dependent on the tourist trade that we were going after. Tourism took a while to build, and our grand plans of making Rainbow Cove an LGBTQ travel destination weren’t going to happen overnight. We needed every customer we could get, Flint included, even if he was the unlikeliest of allies.

“You still haven’t brought me a menu.” He shook his head. “But whatever you’ve got passing for a burger is fine. Nothing vegan though.”

“We’ve got local grass-fed beef, third-pound patty on a brioche bun with a pesto mayo and local gouda. Or—”

“I reckon that will do fine.” Flint always had a bit more country than coastal in his voice. Not Southern, but you could tell he was rural Oregon through and through, and I liked the slow, deep rumble of his words. What I didn’t like, however, was the implication in his tone that he wasn’t expecting much from us.

“Sure you don’t want fries? We have hand-cut sweet potato as an option with a chipotle dipping sauce. As far as salads, I’ve got side, Caesar, spring berry and pecan—”

“I’m on duty here. Kind of pressed for time. The burger and a side salad are fine. I don’t need anything fancy.”

Yeah, well, maybe I want to give it to you. I quashed that thought, same as I had the one about how hot he looked in his uniform. Wanting to impress Nash Flint wasn’t going to get me anywhere.

“I’ll put a rush on it.” I made a note on the order pad, not that it was really needed since Logan hardly had a packed house to worry about.

As I walked over to the window to put in Flint’s order, I noticed more than one table giving him curious glances. Hell, maybe I was wrong about any business being good business. Last thing I needed was Flint scaring away what few customers we had. Not that he was known as a gossip or anything like that, but he was awfully…old school. Traditional. The last kind of guy you’d expect to find at a gay bar, that was for sure, and even though we were attempting to attract a mixed clientele, he stood out.

                                      Review:

Trust with a Chaser (Rainbow Cove, #1)Trust with a Chaser by Annabeth Albert
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Trust with a Chaser (ARC) was graciously provided to me by IndiGo Marketing & Design for an honest review.

“Delicious food, sunny rainbows, and, warm and comfortable blankets..”

*Takes deep breath* Oh, boy.. As I had never read anything by this author before, but, had seen other books floating around, Off Base, At Attention, to name a few, I had wanted to give this particular book a try. Trust with a Chaser, by Annabeth Albert was a book that had seemed to have so much promise for me, but, unfortunately, ended up not being what I had originally expected. And, I so very much wish that it had been. It was one of those books that had me hoping and wishing that things would change. They did, but, barely..*sigh*

The premise of Trust with a Chaser was wonderful. I loved it! I loved seeing one of the mc’s, Mason, returning to his birth place to help with the town’s overall growth. When I saw that a strive towards more of an acceptance for the LGBTQ Community would be part of that growth, I cheered. YES! *fist pump* In addition, as almost like a checklist for trying to help this small coastal Oregon town, Mason also whole-heartedly set about attempting to befriend the town’s gruff chief of police, Nash Flint.

Mason, Mason, Mason. Mason is such a kind and giving young man, and, I was so incredibly happy with how he had poured so much of himself into his gay-friendly tavern with two of his buddies. I was absolutely amazed with how he was able to wear multiple hats; for the tavern, his family, the town, and also for Nash.

Nash. Nash is a strong boulder-of-a-man, that is for sure. He’s a strong, heavily closeted, and, hard-working man. I found it honorable that he would be there for his town as much as he was. Because of this, and among other reasons, he became very comfortable within his closet, regardless of any relationships he had in the past. Even though he is also the type of person to do just about anything for the happiness of others, much less his own, he painstakingly set about discovering what would bring him the peace he so desperately wanted.

As both men became somewhat comfortable within their slow-paced and nameless relationship, it became one that was beyond even a cat and mouse type of relationship. It became one that was exhausting as well as challenging. One that involved frequent breaks on my part. As it had appeared that Mason, although with good intentions, was indirectly nudging or coaxing Nash forward, despite Nash’s quiet objections, it became way too much throughout most of the book. As time went by, I found that this nudging had turned into a seemingly constant cloud of doubt as to whether there would be a future for their relationship, doubt of familial and town acceptance, as well as a lot of self-doubt. Unfortunately, this cloud had then proceeded to turn into an extremely heavy and shroud-like cover over the entire relationship and had made it difficult to make a true connection with Mason and Nash, as well as really feel the actual chemistry between the two mc’s during a good part of their relationship.

However….*balloons and party favors*..then there was that moment. THAT MOMENT. That moment, when the flood gates opened and the sun came out. Hallelujah. It was then that I was able to breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy the book. As soon as Nash had made his roundabout decision, and as soon as Mason was..able to see clearly..they came together beautifully.

Oh-me-oh-my, I had wished that this particular sunny moment had occurred a heck of a lot sooner within the book, because reading about the development of their relationship, the negative opinions of family members as well as of many town members, as well as, the negative doings of the town, all became way too much and did affect my overall opinion and rating of this book.

There were many secondary characters, and while I loooved Adam, Logan, and Curtis, there were many who unfortunately..*achem*..were in need of some serious growth in the acceptance and overall growth department..

Overall, I wish this book had turned out differently. Not the ending, because that just gave me all the feels that I had wished had existed throughout the book. There were many things that I liked about Trust with a Chaser, but, there were many things that just fell short for me. For example, as I love Oregon and the northwest, I would have loved to have read something about their town and its surrounding beauty, as well as its growth, as the premise had initially indicated. I would have liked to have also seen more character background and development, as well as a smoother journey of discovery for both Mason and Nash. While I do love them, I needed more. Even though there were parts that drove me nuts, there were many parts that did put a smile on my face. And, I’m glad for that. 🙂

*star rating: 3.5 stars*

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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.

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