Sergeant Delicious Read online Annabeth Albert

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)

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Sergeant Delicious

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Annabeth Albert

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This military man is delicious, but does he have long-term potential?
Soon to be ex-marine Xavier has a bright future as a firefighter. But stationed far from home, he’s lonely and homesick for more than just his favorite foods. Thinking ahead to his homecoming, he responds to an ad seeking a date for a special gourmet dinner, but he doesn’t anticipate an immediate connection with the intriguing foodie who placed the ad.
Food writer Damien is looking for his big break, and reviewing an uber-exclusive secret restaurant may be exactly what he needs if he can score a date to go with him. He doesn’t expect to enjoy corresponding with Xavier quite so much, nor is he prepared for his powerful surge of lust for the hot marine.
However, Damien’s had more than his share of bad luck when it comes to romance, but Xavier is determined to win Damien over. Course-by-course, they fall deeper into like. When they finally give into their passion, sparks fly. But is it a flash in the pan or the recipe for lasting love?
Sergeant Delicious was originally published in the Heart2Heart anthology as "The Date" and has been expanded with a new bonus spicy epilogue. It’s a stand-alone foodie novella with sweet, low-angst feels and a quirky Oregon setting with a dash of military romance flavor.
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Annabeth Albert

Chapter One

Wanted: Companion for exquisite five course gourmet Valentine’s Day dinner at a top-secret Portland restaurant, no sex or romance required! Just a funny, gay, foodie guy in dire need of stimulating dinner conversation. Sense of adventure and sweet tooth appreciated.

Xavier studied the ad for the tenth time. He was supposed to be using his limited downtime and computer access to look for a rental situation after his deployment ended. But somehow, his search of Portland housing ads on Heart2Heart had led him to Funny Foodie Guy, and now he was intrigued way more than he had any right to be.

And hungry. That too. Damn did he miss food. Not even gourmet food as much as choice and variety. Anything other than the limited rations at this remote desert outpost that taxed even the usually enthusiastic chow hall personnel to come up with a rotation. They tried. He knew they did, because like all military, they took pride in their work, but there was only so much they could do with lumpy instant potatoes, canned sides, and bland meat options. And that was the nights back at base. A lot of the time, it was MREs out in the field. No dining out. No shopping at a fancy grocery store or even the commissary.

Occasionally, he or a fellow marine would get a care package, but those were few and far between. He missed impromptu snacking, impulsive food cart visits, late nights out, and new offerings from old favorites. And yeah, he missed his dad’s cooking and his mom’s desserts and plenty of other things stateside too. Something about this ad made all those feelings sharper, more intense, made him more ready to be done.

A pricey five-course meal fit for someone with a sweet tooth sounded like foodie heaven right then. The perfect thing to look forward to over these last few weeks. But he’d be crazy to reply, right?

It wasn’t like he had trouble finding dates on his own when he was back home. Another thing he missed—easy companionship. Their mission was too precarious to risk hooking up with a fellow marine only to have months of awkwardness after. Out here, awkward got people killed.

Back home, though, he wouldn’t have to try too hard to find someone to accompany him to whatever restaurant caught his fancy. But the thought of the dating game—the swiping right, the bar scene, the well-meaning introductions from friends and family—exhausted him. And make no mistake, being home right before Valentine’s Day meant that all his people would be busy trying to find him unattached men for blind dates. But what if he had a ready-made date waiting for him? Something for the so-called most romantic day of the year when every happily coupled contact suddenly became overwhelmed with the desire to match make.

And it would mean a feast. He knew Portland, knew there was an underground food scene, the network of reservations only, exclusive supper clubs, pop up restaurants, places hidden in back rooms of other joints, and other gems that people like Funny Foodie Guy spoke about in rapturous tones. Xavier had been to a few such places, and the temptation to add another was strong.


Make a decision, Porter. His inner drill sergeant reminded him time was wasting and fortune never favored the indecisive. Come on, what’s the harm in a fast reply? At worst, Funny Foodie Guy would ignore it. At best, Xavier would get a meal to look forward to and a good story for his buddies to boot. If the guy was too old or too weird or too intolerable, Xavier could handle himself.

Mind made up and time at the computer station ticking away, he typed quickly.

Hey Funny Foodie! Active duty marine with a sense of humor here who hasn’t had a decent meal in months. I should be getting discharged a week before Valentine’s Day, and then I’m heading home to Portland with a major hankering for something sweet and gourmet. Not sure if it matters, but I’m twenty-six, six foot four, Black, gay, tats, but I know how to clean up for a nice meal. And I’m totally cool with no sex. My buddies will tell you that I can talk about just about anything—hoops, movies, my dad’s cooking, music. Let me know if any of this interests you, but no harm, no foul if you’ve got a better offer.

On that note, he headed off to his bunk to get some shut-eye before his next hurry-up-and-wait shift. As a hazardous materials specialist, he did a lot of waiting around for emergency callouts—staying busy with prep, equipment maintenance, and assisting with things like materials transfers.

His next day was no exception—supply inventory, PT, and providing ground support for an incoming helicopter shipment. By the time his shift ended, he’d almost forgotten about both the ad and his impulsive reply. But when he finally got a chance to resume apartment hunting, his pulse sped up at the sight of a reply from the site’s automated email bot.