“Well-matched protagonists fueled by love and purpose risk everything to bring a slick gangster down in a thriller both hot and sweet, wrapping up a well-done M/M series in style.”
— Library Journal
“I adore this series, and I can’t wait for more Nic and Cam!”
— Author of The Fall, May Archer, on Craft Brew (Trouble Brewing #2)
Noble Hops (Trouble Brewing #3) by Layla Reyne
Publisher: Carina Press
Release Date (Print & Ebook):
Ebook/Audio: February 11, 2019
Print: February 26, 2019
Length (Print & Ebook): 320 pages
Subgenre: M/M Romantic Suspense
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Everything Dominic Price has worked hard to uphold is about to come crashing down on everything he holds dear.
So much for the quiet life. Just as assistant US attorney and brewery owner Dominic Price is settling into a comfy new chapter with his partner, FBI agent Cameron Byrne, the sudden death of Nic’s father puts their happily-ever-after in jeopardy. Nic immediately suspects foul play, his prime suspect a notorious gangster his father was indebted to—only now the loan shark is out for blood.
Cam has been longing for Nic to finally let him in on this very personal case. But when Nic’s belief that he’s the sole Price heir is upended, the line between personal and professional starts to blur, leaving Cam unsure of where he stands.
Nic is depending on Cam’s kidnap and rescue expertise to save his recently discovered family member before it’s too late. But with a dangerous threat closing in, the ghosts from Nic’s past cast long shadows. Any relationship could crack under the pressure, but for Nic, finding his family might mean losing the love of his life.
Layla Reyne says: Nic and Cam have to fight for their lives and their happily ever after in this exciting, action-packed conclusion to the Trouble Brewing series.
Short Release Blitz Teasers:
“I’ve got you,” Cam murmured, and dropped a kiss on his temple.
“Just when I thought things were turning our way…”
Nic dropped his head on Cam’s shoulder, and Cam was sure Nic could feel his heart about to beat out of his chest, equal parts worry at the dejection in Nic’s voice, so foreign for him, and adoration, because he let Cam see that, not hiding anything from him, for better or worse.
“One setback.” Cam carded his fingers through Nic’s hair, more of the sexy gray showing every day.
“Three, if we’re counting.”
“Stop counting,” he playfully chided with a swat to Nic’s ass. “Unless it’s your breaths, in which case, take a few extra to settle.”
Nic took the recommended inhales, plus a few more, then rested their foreheads together. “Thank you.”
Cam waited for his eyes to open. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Finally, a smile, if an exhausted one, right before Nic brushed his lips over Cam’s. It was a slow, gentle kiss, probably the only thing that would be in this already rough-and-tumble day, and Cam let Nic take all that he needed. Cam needed it too—this reminder of their connection, the threads of the rope being reinforced. Cam would hold Nic to his word. Nic hadn’t let the rope go for him when Cam had needed him to hold tight, and Cam wouldn’t let go now either, nor would he let Nic, or anyone else for that matter, cut through it with a Ka-Bar.
Cam was more than a little disappointed.
The press had wanted a show this morning and now that he and Nic were ready to give them one, Vaughn was arriving at SFO’s private terminal. Sure, Cam could have leaked what was about to happen here—like someone had leaked the news of Curtis’s death—but their friends also frequently used this terminal. Privacy was part of what they and others paid for here; he didn’t want to violate that expectation, for their sake.
Without a crowd of press, the line of suited federal agents, with him and Nic standing in front, was unmistakable. Which was probably why Vaughn was taking his sweet ass time disembarking. Cam had offered to storm the plane with his agents but Nic wanted to wait. That, however, was twenty minutes ago and Nic’s shoulders were inching higher. Cam wanted to lay a hand on his arm or back to ease him, but with the agents behind them, he settled for stepping closer and putting their heads together, like they were having a tactical discussion.
“He wants to provoke you,” Cam whispered low. “You need to bring back the mask. Be the magician.”
Nic glanced sideways, taking his eyes off the G5. “The magician?”
“That’s what Aidan calls you.” Cam chuckled at Nic’s eye roll, glad for the break in the tension. “I know it’s a mask, but it’s still remarkable how you pull it up on command and keep your cool, no matter the situation.”
“That’s not being a magician. That’s being a SEAL.”
“Then that’s who you need to be.” Nic had given him this lecture more than once over the past year, and it’d saved him time and again. Kept him in the Agent Byrne mindset when Cameron Byrne, brother and son and former thief had been scratching beneath the badge’s surface. “You need to be Captain and Assistant US Attorney Dominic Price right now, not Dominic Price, son of Curtis Price.”
Nic’s shoulders lowered another notch. “Thank you for coming with me.”
“No place else I’d rather be.”
Long Release Blitz Teasers:
“You sure piped down from when you first came in here.” Cam looped both arms around his neck. “Thought you were going to tear the bar apart.”
“That’s about how I felt, then.” He grasped Cam’s bare forearms—warm, muscled, and solid, the dark hairs prickling his fingertips. He never wanted to let go. “Closer, now.”
“Closer?” Cam’s voice dropped an octave.
Nic felt that kind of closer too. They hadn’t had much time for foreplay lately. He missed it, wanted to draw this out a little longer. And to celebrate a small victory here at the end of a day full of ups and downs. “Closer to nailing Vaughn and Bowers. To ending this.” He tightened his hold. “This could work, Cam. I’ve been playing at confident, bluffing, but I believe it now. We’ve got leads on all fronts. I just need the evidence, then I can put charge sheets in front of the grand jury. I can taste the indictments.”
Cam inched closer, elbows dipping. “If I get you the evidence, and we end this, then what happens?”
Nic coasted his hands up, over the rolled cuffs of Cam’s sleeves, over his shoulders, to his neck, fingers teasing the ends of his hair. “We move on, with the rest of our lives.”
Cam likewise wove his hands into Nic’s hair, playing along with a sexy smile. “And what life is that?”
Wanting to play, to keeping drawing this out, Nic waited until he was an inch from Cam’s lips, the agent drawing him in, then slipped off the barstool and ducked under Cam’s arm. Grinning, arms spread, he was far too proud of his far too simple maneuver, but he felt lighter than he had in days. He was going to enjoy this, while he could.
Cam laughed even as he cursed. “Fucking SEAL.”
Rushing back into his arms, Nic ate up Cam’s infectious laughter, swallowing it in a kiss and letting it fill his insides with warmth and love. Tasting victory. Maybe, just maybe, happily ever after was within reach, despite it seeming so far away forty-eight hours ago.
Cam had unfastened half his shirt buttons by the time Nic came back to his senses, remembering the future he wanted to show his boyfriend. He slipped his hold again, drawing a frustrated growl from Cam. “Worth it, I promise.” He grabbed Cam’s hand and tugged him toward the distillery. “Come with me.”
“Welcome home, to what’s left of it.”
“You’re here. That’s all that matters.” Cam teased the corner of Nic’s mouth, just short of a kiss, before he sat back and took another swig of his beer. He talked over Nic’s throaty rumble of frustration. “It feels like we’ve been gone forever.”
“Bird thinks so. Left us a surprise in your shoes.”
“’Cause he likes me better.”
Traitor indeed, the both of them. “You stole my cat.”
“I showed your cat a better way.”
“No, you bribed him with extra food and treats. But I don’t want to argue about that right now. Got something else in mind.” He finished his beer, set the empty on the table next to Eddie’s, and stood. Nic moved to stand too, but Cam kept him seated, a hand on his shoulder and a leg thrown over his lap. “This okay?”
Nic rolled his hips, bringing their groins in grinding contact. “More than,” he said, voice rumbly for a different reason now. “This part of my body doesn’t hurt, at least not in the bad way. But I do wonder about the chair. This is how we broke the other one, if you recall.”
Cam waggled his brows. “How about we try to break all the chairs?”
“How about I get a kiss first?” Nic lifted his legs and bumped Cam forward.
Hands splayed on Nic’s chest, Cam kept himself from careening into him, but Nic, despite his injuries, seemed to want it rough, seemed to crave it as much as Cam did. Driving one hand down his back and the other into his hair, Nic dragged him close, smashing their lips together. Drinking with each long, slow swipe of his tongue, he drew a moan from deep within Cam, from that spot where his love for this man grew more and more each day.
“Still my favorite taste,” Nic mumbled, as they broke apart for air.
“You know…” Cam trailed a path of kisses along his jaw, softly pecking over the bruises. “Bird wasn’t the only one you taught a better way.”
“Even if I argue you to an early grave?”
Cam righted his head and gently took Nic’s face in his hands. “No talking of graves. And no arguing tonight.” He closed the distance again, wanting more closeness, more tastes of their future. “Just kissing. And celebrating this victory.”
“And fucking,” Nic growled. “Definitely part of this celebration.”
Cam grinned. “No objection, Counselor.”
About Layla Reyne:
Author Layla Reyne was raised in North Carolina and now calls San Francisco home. She enjoys weaving her bi-coastal experiences into her stories, along with adrenaline-fueled suspense and heart pounding romance. When she’s not writing stories to excite her readers, she downloads too many books, watches too much television, and cooks too much food with her scientist husband, much to the delight of their smushed-face, leftover-loving dogs.
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Noble Hops by Layla Reyne
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
There wasn’t a single part of this book that I wasn’t head over heels in love with. The action was believable and heart stopping. The heat level between Cam and Nic was, just like in the other books in the series, off the charts, the sassy sarcasm was perfect, the surrounding cast of friends amazing. And the love between these two beautiful men was nothing short of pure perfection.
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