My rating is 6 out of 5 stars
I thought Layla hit it out of the park with Single Malt, but she kicked it up about 10 notches with Cask Strength. I absolutely loved every part of this book, and I was so extremely excited when I saw book 2. Now I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to wait for book 3.
This book was completely action packed while emotionally charged. Continuing the journey with Aidan and Jamie, through ups and downs, highs and lows, was just what the doctor ordered.
Layla immediately went to my must read list with book 1, but she just cemented that decision even more with book 2. After book 3, I may just be stalking her extra hard. Time to go cool off. I have no idea how I’m going to fall asleep now after this action packed greatness.
Title: CASK STRENGTH
Author: Layla Reyne
Release Date: May 1, 2017
Publisher: Carina Press
Series: Agents Irish & Whiskey
Genres: M/M Romantic Suspense
Word Count: 61,000
The heart’s a resilient beast…
Professionally, the FBI team of Aidan “Irish” Talley and Jameson “Whiskey” Walker is as good as it gets, closing cases faster than any team at the Bureau. Personally, it’s a different story. Aidan’s feelings for Jamie scare the hell out of him: he won’t risk losing another love no matter how heart-tripping the intimacy between them. And loss is a grim reality with the terrorist Renaud still on their trail, leaving a pile of bodies in his wake.
Going undercover on a new case gets them out of town and off the killer’s radar. They’re assigned to investigate an identity theft ring involving a college basketball team in Jamie’s home state, where Jamie’s past makes him perfect for the role of coach. But returning to the court brings more than old memories.
As secrets and shocking betrayals abound, none may be more dangerous than the one Jamie’s been keeping: a secret about the death of Aidan’s husband that could blow his partner’s world apart and destroy forever the fragile bonds of trust and love building between them.
Excerpt from CASK STRENGTH
Copyright © 2017 Layla Reyne
“I know our schedule’s fucked, but that face of yours is awfully grim.”
Startling at the full-blast Irish accent, Jamie’s head shot up and the phone slipped from his fingers, clattering to the ground. Pick it up, some instinct ordered, but he was too busy losing the rest of his fucking mind. The veneer of calm shattered and any hope of patience took a flying leap out the window.
Because standing in front of him was his stylishly dressed partner, a messenger bag over one shoulder, a coat tossed over the other, and silver-rimmed aviators nestled in waves of auburn hair. More times than he could count, Jamie had imagined Aidan with his natural hair color, and damn if the reality didn’t surpass each and every one of his fantasies.
Mouth dry, heart racing, cheeks burning, Jamie’s fingers twitched with the urge to weave through the long red strands. Reaching down instead, he grabbed his phone, held it between his palms, and wedged his clasped hands between his knees, forestalling his impulse. He tried to force out a “hello,” but his brain refused to cooperate, all the blood in his body having raced south where his jeans became painfully tight.
He was gone. So far gone. Past casual, past a crush, past simple attraction.
This was Aidan, sans disguises, and Jamie wanted him more than he’d ever wanted anything.
“Is it that bad a dye job?” Aidan asked, interrupting his mental breakdown.
“Ai—” he started, only to be corrected with a brogue-laced, “Ian.”
Jamie blinked, reminded that this was a disguise. It sure as hell didn’t feel like one. “I wasn’t expecting this.” His eyes raked over Aidan again, taking it all in. Dressed in jeans and a navy V-neck sweater, the dark blues set off his pale skin, the freckles, his autumn eyes, that hair…
“Fuck,” he muttered out loud.
Aidan shifted on his feet in front of him. “I said I was making a few more changes.”
“Yeah, but this—” he spread his arms wide, the motion totally inadequate “—is more than a fucking few.”
Their gazes locked, heat sparking. “Problem, Jamie?” Aidan’s eyes flickered down to the very obvious problem.
“You gotta stop that.”
He dropped his messenger bag and shrugged the coat off his shoulder. “Stop what?”
“Saying my name in that accent.”
“Mr. Walker, then,” he said with a smirk.
Way too smooth.
Jamie propped his elbows on this knees and covered his face with his hands. “God no,” he groaned. “Not that either.”
Aidan laughed as the buzzer went off on the conveyor behind them.
Leather smacked the backs of Jamie’s hands, and he snagged Aidan’s coat before it hit the ground.
“Cover that up,” Aidan said, eyeing his crotch. “And get yourself together. Debrief in the car.” Turning, he headed for the spinning luggage carousel, giving Jamie a prime view of his sinfully fitted jeans.
Get himself together…
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Other books in the Agents Irish & Whiskey series
“Sexy, smart and suspenseful – this book has it all.”—HelenKay Dimon, author of MR. & MR. SMITH
“SINGLE MALT is full of explosive chemistry, captivating characters, and edge-of-your-seat suspense. A must read for any romantic suspense fan!”—Megan Erickson, USA Today Bestselling Author
About Layla Reyne:
2016 RWA® Golden Heart® Finalist, 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.