A is for Alpha: Homefront: Aloha, Sheridans, #1
By Kate Aster
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Who put the "O" in Aloha?
Yeah, that's me. Camden Sheridan.
A guy who will bring you to "O" faster than you can text it.
Former Army Ranger with the standard issue 8-pack.
And now, a bartender who'll get you safely back to your hotel after too many margaritas… and you won't want me to leave.
Believe me, you won't.
I live life by my rules in my bachelor pad paradise here on the Big Island of Hawaii.
Until a Ranger brother needs me to take care of his little girl while he deploys.
A four-year-old cock-block in pigtails.
My sex life comes to a screeching halt.
Then the babysitter shows up.
Annie.
Smart, principled, good with kids. All the things I don't look for in a woman.
I want her anyway.
Annie's got a fortress of secrets surrounding her. But I'll break it down and claim her as mine.
If this kid will just take a nap.
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A is for Alpha is a full-length romance, the first in the Aloha, Sheridans series, but can be read as a stand-alone. Grab your flip-flops and a margarita... paradise awaits!
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A is for Alpha - Kate Aster
Prologue
FOUR YEARS AGO
- CAMDEN -
Sometimes Mother Nature kicks ass.
Like right now, with a salty breeze blowing over, cooling Fen and I as we sit in the sand in our tuxes, Mother Nature is playing my brother like a hot blonde in a bar looking for a free drink.
Fen is putty in her hands.
What makes you think we can afford a view like this?
Fen asks it with a hint of sarcasm that is probably fueled by the third Scotch from the open bar at my cousin’s beach wedding here on the island of Kaua‘i, a tropical gem in the Hawaiian island chain. He glances over his shoulder at the formal affair behind us, riddled with Hollywood A-listers. Hoping for a handout from the other branch of the Sheridans?
Hell, no.
That is the implicit rule for my two brothers and me. Even when my billionaire cousin, Dylan Sheridan, sent the three of us invitations to his destination wedding, we’d be damned before we’d take him up on his offer to pay our way. We may not have the Sheridan money in our straggly branch of the family tree. But we do have the Sheridan pride. And you’re right. Real estate on Kaua‘i is way out of reach on Army pay. But on the Big Island, it’s different.
Fen angles a look at me. The Big Island. The one with an active volcano on it.
His voice is deadpan. Dude, no matter how much of this top shelf Scotch you get me to drink, I’m not sinking my hard-earned money on a vacation rental that’s going to be consumed by a river of lava.
My eyes roll unconsciously. "It’s a big island. That’s why they call it the Big Island, Fenway." I draw his name out on purpose because it gets him every time. Even as an adult, he has the same reaction he did when he was a kid—a blistering stare.
Fen hates his name. Our parents, diehard baseball fans, thought it would be cool to name their sons after baseball stadiums. I never minded being Camden after the Orioles’ Camden Yards, which was still under construction when I was born. Dodger’s okay with being named after Dodger Stadium.
But Fenway
—for Fenway Park, and Fen for short—somehow mutated into Fem when my brother was at that age when kids are at their cruelest. And there’s nothing fem about him. In fact, I think sometimes he makes sure he can bench press more than any of us just to substantiate that fact.
We wouldn’t buy a condo anywhere near the lava flow.
The current lava flow, I amend in my brain. I see no need to point out that the entire island is made up of five volcanoes, only one of which is considered extinct.
That’s half the reason I love the Big Island so much. There’s a sense of danger there—of almost powerlessness in comparison to Mother Nature—that I find appealing as a Ranger. I like the feeling that no matter how much firepower I hold, I’m inconsequential to something as formidable as the natural forces of our planet. It puts it all in perspective for me.
Real estate is cheaper on the Big Island. And the views are just as incredible as this.
I give a respectful nod out to the ocean. So, we buy a three-bedroom overlooking the water, rent it out until we’re all out of the military, and then we move in later.
I glance at the Pacific stretching out in front of us. You can do it all there—ski in the snow on Mauna Kea in the morning, hike along a lava flow in the afternoon, and snorkel with manta rays that evening.
No shit?
No shit. I did all three when I was TDY there at Pohakuloa Training Area with my Brigade. Best time of my life.
Is this where the poor relations hang out?
My brother, Dodger, comes up behind us, towering over us like a 6’4" penguin in his tux.
I hate tuxes almost as much as I hate weddings. If it was a military wedding, at least I could wear my uniform.
Yep. Pull up a seat in the sand,
I tell him, slapping my hand to the ground alongside me. Tired of socializing with the top one-percent earners of America up there?
"One percent? Try the point-five percent. There are famous people up there even I recognize."
That’s saying something. With Dodger’s schedule, it’s not like he keeps up with movies or TV or pop culture. I know,
I say. Vi Owens-Shey actually talked to me for, like, fifteen minutes. My life is complete.
Fen’s eyebrows rise. Who the hell is she?
Has he been living under a rock? She’s an investment guru, bubble boy. Has two or three bestsellers at least. She’s on all the finance networks.
I leave out the part that when I was a kid, Vi was my coming-of-age fantasy, the same way other boys my age were checking out Jessica Simpson or Britney Spears in the 90s.
Fen’s face scrunches up as he looks at me. There’s maybe fifteen supermodels up there, and you’re excited to talk to a financial reporter?
He shakes his head at me.
I disregard his comment. I’ve got plans in my life that extend a lot further than my goal of commanding the Ranger Regiment one day, so he can fuck himself. Are things winding up at the reception?
I ask Dodger.
Are you kidding? They’ll be dancing all night. Dylan’s pathetically in love. Poor son of a bitch.
Aw, you’re just jealous.
I’m actually being serious when I say it. Of the three of us, I picture Dodger being the most likely to want to settle down and spawn a couple kids.
So I’m a little surprised by the look of revulsion on his face right now.
Where’d you get that idea?
Even Fen seems taken aback. What about that girl you’ve been dating since before the beginning of time?
Didn’t work out,
he grumbles, sinking his beer bottle into a pile of sand after he sits beside us. Why else do you think she wouldn’t have come with me to this?
I shrug. When’d that happen?
Almost a year ago.
Fen and I share a look. Contact from Dodger is scant at best, and it’s no wonder. The government might have paid for his medical school, but they are determined to make him work twice as hard for it.
As he looks at me, Fen’s brow rises. Well, maybe he’d go in on our place with us.
Our place, I notice he said.
Yes. I hadn’t even realized I might have sold my brother on the vacation rental idea until this very moment.
I mean, with what a doctor makes, we might be able to afford a hell of a lot better place,
he adds.
Yeah.
I brighten. I saw online that there’s a newer development that went up right on the coast. Ocean views. Health club and infinity-edge pool overlooking Mauna Kea Beach. The places there rent for a fortune and they’re always occupied. We’d make a killing—maybe even have it half paid off by the time we’re out of the military, depending on how long we stay in.
What are you two talking about?
Dodger’s face screws up as he looks at us.
Cam here thinks we should buy a vacation rental property on the Big Island.
Fen jerks a thumb in my direction.
Why?
Fen, his gaze a little wobbly after so many drinks, opens up his arms in front of him, as if to embrace the view. Dodger, look at this place. It’s freakin’ paradise. Who wouldn’t want a piece of this? We get a place on the Big Island. Use it when we’re on leave. Rent it when we’re not. Then we move in when we’re done with the Army.
I always thought you’d end up back in Ohio. Be close to family,
Dodger says, earning curious looks from Fen and me.
I glance over my shoulder at the elegant affair behind us. There’s a full band—no standard DJ for the Sheridan clan—and expensive champagne is flowing. It’s the perfect luxury lifestyle that I’d be jealous of if I didn’t love my cousins so much.
From Fen’s expression, he’s thinking the same thing.
"Why in the hell would you want to live next to all that for the rest of your days?" I ask him with marked sarcasm, tossing my chin in the direction of the music.
"Cam’s right. Dodger, we can make our own name for ourselves out here. Not be the other Sheridans."
I eye them both, looking to close the deal. We can book a flight there tomorrow. I’ll show you the island. We’ll see a few properties. And then you can think about it. I mean, we’re here, on this side of the planet. Let’s do it now.
I glance over my shoulder at the mass of family and friends gathered on the dance floor overlooking Hanalei Bay. I catch a glimpse of Dylan dancing with his gorgeous bride, his smile resonating even from this distance.
Shit. Dodger’s right. Dylan’s totally lost to her.
Poor fool.
Or we can stay on Kaua‘i,
I add, and hang out with family for the rest of the weekend.
Dodger looks down at his beer. He drinks it straight from the bottle and probably had to specify that preference twice to the bartender at this opulent hotel, seeing as the rest of the wedding party are only putting fine crystal to their lips right now.
The Big Island,
he says as though he’s chewing on the words. Never been there.
He gazes out to the horizon just as a pod of dolphins surfaces in the water, their dorsal fins emerging and disappearing and reemerging again until three of them jump clear from the water as if to show off to the others in their pod.
Holy shit,
the three of us say in unison.
See what I mean about Mother Nature kicking ass?
It’s like a sign to me—three dolphins breaking free from their pod. Three brothers breaking free from their illustrious clan.
I glance at my brothers and notice Dodger’s pulling his phone from his pocket.
What are you doing?
Dodger doesn’t even look up. Booking three plane tickets for tomorrow.
Apparently, I’m not the only one who sees the sign.
Chapter 1
TODAY
FOUR YEARS LATER
- CAMDEN -
One word for you. Motherfucking stop-loss.
It’s actually more than one word. And I’d be tempted to pick up the phone and tell my friend that, rather than letting him leave a message.
But I’ve got some woman’s hand sliding downward, making a beeline for my crotch while her tongue is tangled with mine.
Lancaster can leave a voicemail like everyone else.
Heat singes me as her tits spring from her bra when I undo the clasp. They spill into my hands like a miracle of modern medicine. Large, full globes—a little on the hard side. I’ve never been much of a fake boob man, personally. But these ones might make me a convert.
Helena. I repeat her name in my head so I don’t screw up and call her the wrong name. That never goes over well. But seeing as she’s the one who propositioned me, and not the other way around, I’m not thinking she would care too much.
Her fingers tug at my buttons. I’ve got my usual tacky Hawaiian shirt on for work, covered in tiki statues and palms. I hate the tropical look, but it’s part of the uniform. Everyone comes to Hawai‘i expecting men to look like Magnum, P.I., according to my boss.
Seeing as I was a child of the nineties, I didn’t even know who the hell Magnum was till I moved here.
Tugging my shirt free, her French manicured fingertips slide against my pecs, then trace downward as though she’s counting my abs as she goes. I don’t care that she’s looking at me like a piece of meat, so long as those fingers keep moving south.
Just as her fingers reach my holy grail, I spin her against the wall, ready to lift her onto my kitchen countertop and ram myself into her.
Pick up the damn phone, Titwad.
Lancaster’s tone on my machine is lethal, even though his words are hushed. As a single dad, he doesn’t toss around profanity much anymore. So I’m assuming his preschooler isn’t with him at the moment. Wouldn’t want precious little Stella to call her friends titwad
on the playground at preschool.
Though I personally think that would be hysterical.
Lancaster turned out to be a pretty dedicated dad, actually. I’d never have imagined that happening when some stripper he fucked after a bachelor party showed up with a toddler a couple years later and told him he needed to take the kid off her hands… permanently. Seeing as the little girl’s eyes were trademark Lancaster—Army green—he took her without question or bloodwork. He was still in the Rangers at the time, where I met him back when I was in uniform. He put in for a new Army post the next day. The Ranger Battalion isn’t the best place for a single dad.
The reminder of what can happen on a one-night stand should probably kill my raging hard-on right now as Helena sucks in my lower lip and gives it a nip. But it doesn’t. I’m as careful as a guy can be, and buy condoms in bulk.
Besides, this woman with me is a freaking goddess, and her lips have left my mouth and seem to be exploring… elsewhere.
Keep going, honey. There’s something that would love your mouth’s attention.
I know you’re there, Cam. I tried you at work and they said you were headed home. Now quit fucking around with that redhead and pick up the phone.
Dammit,
I mutter as her hands wrap around the sides of my unzipped cargo shorts and slide my clothes downward revealing just how much I want her. I’m not picking up that phone if my life depended on it.
Okay, asshole. Three more words for you, then. Family Care Plan.
And just like that, I feel my heart compress.
I’ve never gone soft in front of a woman. Once that train leaves the station, there’s usually only one way to get it to stop.
Until today.
I hear his sigh on my machine. I’ve got two tickets to paradise, and one of them is one-way. Sorry to do this to you, man.
Gasping, I pull myself from what’s-her-name. Hell, I don’t even remember what my name is right now. I reach for the phone.
What the hell are you talking about?
I spit the words into the receiver.
Yes, I’d agreed to it. Lancaster’s pause on the other end serves as a reminder of that. Family Care Plans are important in the Army, especially in one-parent households. They’re the list of what lucky souls will take care of your kid in the event of deployment. Which, in a long, protracted war like we’ve been fighting, is a pretty certain event.
You’re listed as the secondary on my Family Care Plan for Stella.
"Well, yeah. The secondary. What happened to the primary?"
My mom just had hip replacement surgery. She’s not up to it yet.
What about your dad?
Dad can barely take care of Mom, let alone Stella. The guy’s in the advanced stages of emphysema. It was Mom who was the rock in that couple. Not him.
But—
Look, I’m sorry. Seriously. You knew this going in, though.
You put in your resignation, for God’s sake.
Desperation drips from my tone.
I told you. They’ve ordered a stop-loss. No one’s getting out right now.
Fuckin’ A.
Stop-loss. The two words no guy wants to hear—especially a guy like Lancaster. Stop-loss is when the DoD doesn’t allow anyone out of the military.
Lancaster put in his paperwork to leave the Army about a month ago. He’s been stateside for two years since his little girl came to live with him, and a few months ago he caught wind that the Army might have a deployment in his future after his current job ended. Plenty of guys with kids deal with a deployment. But he worried Stella had been through enough upheaval already.
I hadn’t suspected they’d do a stop-loss anytime soon, what with them cutting back forces lately rather than building up. Hell, they practically did a happy dance when I put in my separation paperwork a year ago, and I was no schlump. But the Army is a machine I’ve never been able to understand.
Look, it’s not like it will be for the whole year. Probably just a month. Maybe two. Mom’s getting stronger every day. She’ll call you if she gets to the point where she can take Stella off your hands.
I don’t know anything about babies,
I whine.
Yes, I whined. Scores of missions with the Rangers, five titanium screws in my arm, and a blown eardrum. Yet I’ve never whined. Until now.
The redhead kneeling in front of me, looking perplexed at the sight of a rock-hard shaft turning to putty in the span of a split-second, gazes up at me.
"You have a baby? She stands quickly and holds up her hands.
Sorry, I’m not looking to be a mommy. I’m just here for—"
No—wait—
I reach for her as she breaks from my grasp to pick up her black lace bra from my floor. It’s not my baby.
That’s what they all say,
she scoffs, quickly dressing as she heads toward my door.
I actually have to admire her acuity right now. That is what most guys will say. She’s a lot sharper than I gave her credit for—something that almost has my cock perking up slightly until I see her disappear down my hall.
Damn. Brains and beauty. That woman might have been perfection, and now I’ll never know.
Lancaster’s voice slices through. She’s not a baby, idiot. She’s four. Pretty much self-sufficient,
I hear him say.
Self-sufficient? What kind of a fool does he take me for? Perfect. Then put her in college.
I dart toward the door, chasing the goddess. Wait—let me explain, uh—
Dammit. What was her name?
Are you still there?
I hear Lancaster’s voice on the other end of the phone just as my front door slams shut.
Yeah, I’m still here,
I groan as I stare at my closed door.
Look, if I had any other back-up plan, you know I’d do it. But it’s not like I can call her mother. She’s apparently forgotten she ever had a kid at this point. Besides, I’d go AWOL before I let Stella spend any more time with her.
I have to agree with him there. According to Lancaster, she clearly had a drug problem when she showed up on his doorstep which, frankly, made me pity the hell out of her. I’ve seen enough guys turn to drugs or booze to try to drown out the memories of war. And whatever happened to her in her life to have her turn to stripping as a career couldn’t be a good thing. But she raced off within five minutes of showing up, and hasn’t been seen since. Even the P.I. that Lancaster hired with the hope of getting her some help turned up nothing.
My brothers aren’t going to like this,
I groan, my eyes looking around the three-bedroom condo we’ve turned into our bachelors’ paradise since we all got out of the Army this past year.
I know. But like I said, it won’t be for long. I’ll send you every dime I make for preschool and babysitters. Hell, you’ll barely know she’s there.
Does he seriously think I’m falling for this? I’ll know she’s there every time I want to call her daddy a titwad and I won’t be able to do it out loud.
All you have to do is keep her safe. Safe and healthy. That’s all I ask.
He sounds just desperate enough that I finally start feeling sorry for him. Even though I’m the one that just lost out on a hot redhead, I can’t really imagine having to leave a kid and head to God knows where.
Safe. I