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The Real Thing by Elle Keaton
West Coast Forensics, Book 5
An oblivious prince wishes for his knight in shining armor. His knight has been under his nose all along, will he claim him before it’s too late for them both?
As deeply as he craves his own fairy tale happily-ever-after, resort owner Cody Prescott doesn’t have time for a relationship. That doesn’t stop him from crushing on most men on Piedras. Luckily for him, they’re emotionally unavailable or already taken, so he doesn’t have to worry about getting attached.
Wade Buckner, the island’s handiest handyman, is tired of waiting for Cody to wake up and realize Wade is the man for the job. He’s ready and willing to rescue Cody from just about anything, even questionable hotel guests.
The Harvest Feast is the kick-off for the resort’s one hundred and twenty-fifth anniversary and they have a full house. But something sinister is afoot at the resort, something that even his knight might not be able to rescue Cody from.
Are they trying to kill him, put him out of business, or both?
#grumpy-sunshine #FamilyHistory #OnlyOneBed
The Real Thing, book five in the West Coast Forensics series, is dual POV and follows Cody and Wade all the way to their happy ending. Can be read as a standalone but might be better enjoyed if you start with Real Trouble, first in the WCF series.
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“This is probably a bad idea,” Wade muttered.
Cody grinned at him from the passenger seat of Wade’s truck. “I’m sure it is. But I need you at the resort today and if you go off by yourself, you might not come back.”
Wade had been contemplating just heading to his apartment after he dealt with Raymond’s emergency, shutting the blinds and ignoring the door so if anyone stopped by he wouldn’t have to answer. Not that anyone would. Teagan, Wade’s oldest friend on the island, and his partner—well, fiancé—Benny had all sorts of family visiting, so he was busy. Teagan had invited Wade to the farm but there was nothing worse than being a third wheel except when you were the nineteenth wheel.
“My dad is…” Wade wasn’t sure how to explain Raymond.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fade into the background. He won’t even know I’m there.”
Wade doubted that. Fading into the background was not one of Cody’s super powers.
Flipping on his blinker, Wade slowed and veered into the driveway of his childhood home. He was so familiar with it he didn’t usually notice the overgrown bushes or the abandoned cars Raymond had driven to death and then just left along the side of the drive. Having Cody with him forced him to look at the property with fresh eyes, and Wade disliked what he saw even more than he usually did.
Cody was unusually quiet. Wade glanced over at him and saw that his passenger’s eyes were wide as he looked out the truck’s windshield, taking everything in.
When the house came into view, Wade knew he was fucked.
“Fuck.”
The tree Wade had been harping on his dad about was halfway through the roof at the back of the house where the kitchen was located, its huge limbs perpendicular where they’d been horizontal.
“Oh, that doesn’t look good,” breathed Cody.
“That fucking tree.” Wade stomped on the brakes, pulling over to park in his usual spot beside the most recent POS his dad drove when he felt like leaving the house, which hadn’t happened in a while. “You should probably stay in the truck.”
“But you know I’m not going to, right?” Cody replied as he unlocked and opened his door, sliding down to the muddy ground.
Sucking a deep breath in through his nose, Wade did the same. Might as well get this over with. The house was dark and Wade figured the power had been knocked out when the tree went down. His dad wouldn’t have been able to watch his late-night TV, and that probably bothered him more than the damn tree.
“Dad,” he called out as he pushed open the unlocked front door. Even with a tree resting on the house, he didn’t expect Raymond to be anywhere but ensconced in the recliner he’d been basically living in for fifteen or so years. And there he was.
“What took you so long?” Raymond demanded, his voice coming out of the shadows like a ghost.
Gritting his teeth, Wade did not apologize. He refused to apologize.
“Have you called anyone but me yet? Or Scott? Since I have almost as many calls from him as I do you.”
Wade could feel Cody standing just behind him, surprisingly quiet.
Raymond shifted, making the chair creak. “I need you to get out the chainsaw and cut that damn tree away from the house, boy. I got a tarp somewhere that will do for now.”
Cody made a choking sound. Wade didn’t know if it was because of Raymond calling him a boy or the demand that Wade cut the tree away from the house. Maybe it was both.
About the Author:
Elle Keaton writes contemporary gay romance and MM romantic suspense set in the Pacific Northwest. Elle’s books are known for their hot mm romance, complex characters, and unique sense of place. The men start out broken, and maybe they’re still banged up by the end, but they always find the other half of their hearts.
Elle published first in 2017, now she has over seventeen books available for you to read or listen to.
She loves cats and dogs, Star Wars and Star Trek, pineapple on pizza, and is known to start crossword puzzles with ballpoint pen.
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