The Job by Cara Dee - Release Blitz, Excerpt, Review


With the help of their ball-busting daughter, some questionable morals, and an important job to get done, Casey and Boone will steal you away to the grit and glitz of Las Vegas in this fast-paced romance.


I’m not supposed to do this job without Boone.


We may not share genes, but it’s been us against the world since his mom took me in as a toddler. The rowdy O’Sullivan boys who raised all the hell that Vegas could handle. Not that all my memories are wild and make my heart race. After all, I realized I was in love with the bastard at some point, so there’s been plenty of pathetic yearning and jealousy too.


Even so, it’s been him and me. Brothers, partners in crime, and, for the past six years, co-parents to an amazing little girl. But that’s another story. Right now, I gotta focus on the job our cousin gave us, and I need Boone by my side.


The problem is we haven’t really been on speaking terms for four years now.


This story takes place in Cara Dee’s Camassia Cove Universe, a fictional town where all books stand on their own, unless otherwise stated, and the reader can jump in wherever they want.


Series: Standalone, Camassia Cove Universe

Genre: MM Romance/Crime Romance

Tropes: Organized Crime, Comedy Romance, Suspense, Bad Boys, Family, Single Dad, Hurt/Comfort


Available on Amazon: https://readerlinks.com/l/1797828



excerpt

My phone rang in my pocket, and I was surprised to see my cousin’s number. We hadn’t talked in a while. “Darius, how the fuck are you?” I smiled. We didn’t share genes either; he was Boone’s biological cousin, but we came from families that picked up strays left and right. I’d once been a stray, just like Ace.


“I’m good, kid. All good,” he answered. “How’s Vegas?”


“Hot.” I eyed a guy walking past. “What can I do for you, cuz?”


“I have a job for you and Boone,” he told me. “Willow’s gonna send you all the information you need.” That would be his tech-savvy little sister. “Pretty straightforward—recon work, virtually no pay.”


I grinned. “My favorite kind. How’d you know?”


He chuckled. “When push comes to shove, it’s more of a favor, but there will be plenty of opportunities for you and Boone to collect a reward from our target.”


Color me intrigued. I knew Darius used to be a private military contractor, but he must’ve taken a break from retirement if he was calling me about a job.


“You can count me in,” I said. I trusted him, and I was always on the lookout for my next job. “Boone’s another matter. We haven’t been on speaking terms for the past four years.”


“Why the fuck not?” Darius demanded. “Shit was good when we saw each other last year.”


No—far from it. “We’re good at pretending when we have to, I guess.” I hated thinking about it. I hated being reminded of it. “I don’t wanna get into the details,” I said. “Long-ass story.”


“So we’ll save it for another time,” Darius said. “But you better patch shit up with him, kid, because I need you both on this. You’ll hear from Willow tonight.”



another excerpt

“By the way, do you love me, Daddy?”


I shrugged to myself. “You’re all right, I guess.”


She giggled and peered up at me.


I smirked and dipped down, pressing a smooch to her forehead. “Of-fucking-course I do. What do you want, and how much is it gonna cost me?”


She knew that one. “Lunch at Denny’s. And I want Dad to come along.”


Fuck. This was one of those times I didn’t allow myself to hesitate or get bitchy. “Okay.” I nodded and swallowed the resentment that bubbled up. Not at her, just…our fucked-up situation. “The three of us will go out after the game.”


“Yes!” She fist-pumped the air, only making me feel like a dick.


Boone showed up shortly after, and she forgot I existed for a beat. She ran over to him and jumped into his arms, to which he picked her up and positioned her on his hip like back when she’d been little. To him, she was still tiny, I guessed. He dwarfed most people around him, including me, even though he only had a couple inches on me in height.


“Can you braid my hair?” she asked, holding up a rubber band.


“Sure thing.” He set her back on the ground when they reached me, though he paid me no mind whatsoever.


Something was wrong with him, and it pissed me off. He looked tired and couldn’t pretend to be happy to be here. He usually loved coming to her games.


As soon as he finished with her hair, Ace beamed up at him and gave him a big hug before she ran off to join the team. With the game about to start, I bent down and picked up the two camping chairs I’d brought and my cooler and walked off to the side.


I glanced over my shoulder and noticed Boone wasn’t following. “Oi. You comin’ or not?”


He looked my way, visibly exhausted, and made no reaction. He followed, but his face was blank. It was as if someone had punched the life out of him.


It rattled me. My hatred toward him took a shitload of energy to maintain, and if something was seriously wrong with him, I feared what it would do to me.


I unfolded the chairs in a spot where we’d have the perfect view of our daughter scoring goals, and I sat down and opened the cooler.


“You want a beer?” I asked.


“Sure.”


I popped two cans into a couple koozies and handed him one.


Like shit attracted flies, one of the mothers was quick to come over to us.


“You can’t drink beer here,” she snapped.


I eyed her over the brim of my shades and held up my can. “Are you blind? It says right here.” I pointed to the text on the koozie. “‘It’s just soda, dumbass.’” Last year’s Father’s Day gift from Ace.


“You think this is funny?” The woman did not like me. “For heaven’s sake, it’s ten in the morning.”


That one pissed off Boone. “Never you fuckin’ mind what we do at ten in the mornin’. Take a hike.”


For one brief second, I was flooded with energy and memories from better times when it’d been Boone and me against the world. When it’d been us, like a team, raising Ace together. Working together. Spending most of our time together.


It was a kick in the gut.


review/thoughts

it just flat out worked for me. It was a cute second chance romance between two brothers who had a falling out because of reasons I’m not so sure wouldn’t be spoilers. It showed a history, a reason why they’d been close before, why they separated and it really pushed the renewed love, that hadn’t really left but had been broken. Second chance is one of my favourite troupes and this one definitely gave me what I wanted from the troupe.



the author

I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.


There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.


Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve.


I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.


Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.


I'm a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, cooking, baking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and family, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

Find Cara on social media here: https://www.caradeewrites.com/cdwlandingpage



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