Blog Tour + Giveaway: Craft Brew (Trouble Brewing #2) by Layla Reyne

Author Layla Reyne and A Novel Take PR visit on the Craft Brew (Troubling Brewing #2) blog tour! Learn more about the latest in the popular series, read the exclusive and enter in the giveaway where 2 people will get a choice from the author's back list! 

“CRAFT BREW is a fast-paced, suspenseful novel that will take you on an emotional thrill-ride from beginning to end. I couldn't stop turning the page to find out what happened next!” — Hailey Turner, bestselling author of the Soulbound series and Metahuman Files series

“I loved this book. In the second installation of the Trouble Brewing series the relationship between Nic and Cam is stretched to breaking point, as Nic’s troubles circle ever closer and they have to delve into Cam’s past. Layla Reyne infuses the story with all her trademark action scenes and taut plotting, but she never loses sight of the romance at the centre. This is both hot and touching, and remains the spark that totally lights up this series.” — Lily Morton, author of the bestselling Mixed Messages series

Craft Brew (Trouble Brewing #2)

Release Date: E-Book and Audio – October 8;
Paperback – October 30

Publisher: Carina Press
Book Synopsis:

Assistant US attorney Dominic Price is staring down the barrel of his father’s debts. The bull’s-eye on his back makes him a threat to everyone he cares about, so when his lover wants to go public with their relationship, he bolts. Not because he isn’t in love—he can’t stomach the thought of putting Cam in danger.

Kidnap and rescue expert Cameron Byrne is determined to figure out what trouble Nic is running from, but devastating news from home brings him back to Boston and to the cold case that has haunted his family for two decades. Shoving aside his pride, he calls Nic for help.

Together they search for answers, navigating the minefield of Cam’s past. But when they get too close to the truth, Cam must use every skill in his arsenal to save the man he loves…before it’s too late.

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Genre: M/M Romantic Suspense
Tropes and Themes: Workplace romance, forced proximity, friends-to-lovers, coming out

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. Layla is a member of Romance Writers of America and its Kiss of Death and Rainbow Romance Writers chapters. She was a 2016 RWA® Golden Heart® Finalist in Romantic Suspense.

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Teaser Excerpt 1:

“Move in with me.”
Four words that should have resulted in amazing sex round two.
Not that Cam had ever uttered those words before, but from what he understood, they usually brought a couple closer, including a celebratory tumble in the sheets. Perfect as he and Nic were already there, naked and sweaty from amazing sex round one.
Nic’s understanding, however, was apparently not the same as Cam’s. He stiffened in his arms one second and scrambled out of bed the next. Levering up, Cam braced a hand on the mattress and watched the giant cypress inked on Nic’s back sway with his mad dash to the bathroom.
“Never known you to run from an argument, Counselor!” Technically, they’d not been arguing, but Cam knew the start of one with Nic as well as he knew the other man’s taste. Arguing was what they did best, even better than sex.
“That’s not what I’m doing,” Nic hollered over the running water.
Cam flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. “Sure as fuck could have fooled me.”

Teaser Excerpt 2:

He waited for Cam to finish wiping off, then took the rag and tossed it aside. He stretched an arm over him, planting it in the mattress on the other side of his hip, icy blues staring down at him. “I’m not running.”
“You tell me your rental is getting demo’d and you’re getting kicked out, which thank fuck because that place should have been torn down ages ago.” Aside from its proximity to the brewery Nic co-owned, the run-down duplex made no sense for Dominic Price, federal prosecutor and son of a real estate mogul. “Seeing as you’ve been here every night for four months, I made the logical suggestion that you move in.” He flung an arm toward the door. “And then you bolted like the sheets were on fire.”
“I’m leaving for San Diego.”
Shock propelled Cam up to seated again. “You’re what?”
Nic leaned back just in time to avoid a head-on collision. He folded his arms, lean muscles taut as they bisected the myriad of tattoos painting his torso. “The US Attorney down there is taking paternity leave. They need someone to cover.”
“And you volunteered?”
“No, they asked me.”
Cam scooted back against the headboard, letting it hold him up as his world spun faster than he was equipped to handle at this hour.
It was a great opportunity for San Francisco’s best Assistant US Attorney—getting out from under his asshole boss here and taking the reins of an entire operation there. Major problem for Cam, who after a year in the Bay Area had only recently begun to feel at home, in no small part due to the man beside him.
Anger and hurt bested professional goodwill. “Bullshit you’re not running.”
Nic inched closer, laying a hand on his thigh. “You’ll be safer if I’m not here.”
“This is about your father,” Cam surmised.

Exclusive Excerpt

A knock sounded on the door, and Cam glanced at the wall clock.
Nope, no fast forward button. He hadn’t just sped up the space-time continuum or lost twenty minutes sleepwalking. “You’re early, Q,” he shouted at the door. “Give me a minute.” He finished rinsing the dishes and was halfway to grabbing the coffee mugs when the knock sounded again. “All right, all right, I’m coming.”
God help him if Quinn had forgotten the Dunkin’ Donuts, ’cause he had to binge that shit while he could. He yanked open the door. “I hope you didn’t—”
“Didn’t what?” Nic grinned. “Catch a direct flight and get here early?”
Speechless, Cam stood holding the door open, eyes feasting on the perfectly put-together man in front of him. The tailored gray suit, crisp white dress shirt, and another light blue tie that matched his eyes. Every brown and gray hair in place. A smile that was relaxed and gorgeous. No one would ever guess Nic had just come off a commercial red-eye, if not for the sprinkling of overnight scruff and the rolling suitcase behind him.
“I hope you don’t mind I’m early,” he said. “I came straight here.”
Cam shook his head and stepped back, opening the door wider. He was still struggling for words, not so much from surprise any longer as from the different directions his insides were tugging him. Head telling him that Quinn would be here any minute; he should catch Nic up on the case. Heart telling him that the person he’d wanted—needed—most the past four days, hell, the past five weeks, was right here in front of him. Every muscle unknotting because Nic was here, then knotting right back up because Nic was here. All of his blood racing south because Nic was here, looking like that, and Cam’s dick wanted more than the quick and dirty reunion they’d shared at his place.
So did his heart.
“My room won’t be ready until this afternoon, so if I can—”
Heart and dick on the same page for once, they teamed up and drowned out the rest, including Nic’s words. Cam spun and pushed him up against the closed door, shoving a knee between Nic’s legs and running his fingers under the lapels of his jacket and up his chiseled torso.
“Did you wear this suit for me?”
“Yes.” No hesitation, a truckload of gravel in that one word.
Cam coasted his hands over Nic’s shoulders then up his neck to his cheeks, dragging his thumbs over the reddish-brown scruff flecked with gray. “But you didn’t shave?”
Nic angled his jaw, nuzzling against his hand. “Because you like it.”
No argument there. Cam stepped closer, tasting it, lips on the prickly skin as he pressed every other inch of their bodies together. “Can I kiss you?” He needed to ask, not just take, because he was already asking so much of Nic. But fuck, he needed…
“Please say yes.”
Nic’s hands shot up, mirroring Cam’s hold, the tips of his fingers tickling the nape of Cam’s neck. Cam met his eyes, twin pools of scalding ice blue. “Will you let me finish,” he ground out, then ground down on Cam’s thigh, rocking his hips and showing off how much he needed him too. “Fuck. Yes.”


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