We’re so pleased to welcome author Layla Reyne to TNA today on the tour to celebrate the release of the third and final book in her Agents Irish and Whiskey series, Barrel Proof. We’ve got an exclusive excerpt to share with you, and there’s a big Swag Pack Giveaway, so be sure to check out the entry details below.
About the Book
FBI agents Aidan “Irish” Talley and Jameson “Whiskey” Walker can’t get a moment’s peace. Their hunt for the terrorist Renaud seems to be nearing an end, until a fire allows him to slip through their fingers—and puts Jamie’s life in danger. When Jamie is nearly killed, Aidan learns how many forms loss can take.
Aidan says I love you just moments before learning that Jamie’s been keeping a devastating secret about Aidan’s late husband. How quickly trust and love can go up in flames. When Aidan requests a solo undercover assignment, Jamie hopes Aidan will find a way to forgive him.
But the explosions are far from over. Aidan’s cover lands him in the heart of the terrorist’s conspiracy, and Jamie will have to put his life, his career and his freedom on the line to save the man who has become his entire world. Partners, always is a promise he intends to keep.
“A heart-pounding, romantic conclusion to the Agents Irish and Whiskey series.”
The doors of the parking garage elevator had barely opened when Jamie shot through them, hauling ass across the Federal Building lobby toward the main elevators. He needed to get up to the cave and track what was going on at Pearl. The click-clack of Mel’s heels echoed his every step, his boss just as concerned for Aidan.
And then Nic stepped into their path.
“Not now, Dominic.” Jamie juked right, like he would on the court, and pain shot up his leg.
All for naught, as Nic matched the move. “Where’s the fire?”
Jamie spun, a reverse pivot. More disorienting than a juke, especially in the middle of an office building lobby. He managed to skirt around Nic’s opposite side. “Aidan’s in trouble.”
“When is he not?”
Ignoring the prosecutor, Jamie palmed his access badge, prepared to barrel through the security checkpoint to the elevator bank.
“What’ve you got?” Mel asked behind him.
Jamie slammed on the brakes and made a U-turn, grimacing as another stab of pain radiated up his entire right side.
“I traced the tags and VIN on the trailing vehicle,” Nic said. “Caught Westley checking the car in at one of the local rental offices.”
“Caught him?” Jamie said.
Nic’s eyes flickered up. “He’s in our offices.”
“He should be in FBI custody.”
Mel laid a hand on his arm. “We still don’t know if our office is infected. DOJ’s got him, one way or the other.”
“I haven’t questioned him yet,” Nic said to Jamie. “I was waiting on you.”
Jamie was torn. They’d been after Westley for months, and Nic finally had him, in a room where Jamie could get some answers. But Aidan was in trouble and Jamie needed to have his partner’s back.
“Go with Nic,” Mel said. “Lauren will be here soon, and she’s monitoring Aidan. She’ll tell us if anything goes sideways.”
“Things are already sideways.”
“More sideways,” she conceded. “Either way, we need answers from Westley. Go.”
“Call me if anything happens.”
“You have my word.”
About the Author
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.