Detective Beau Williams is hardworking, dedicated and professional. He enjoys the finer things in life, but with his heavy caseload that includes what Beau suspects is a new serial killer, he has no time to enjoy much of anything. What the tall redhead needs is someone to shake him up a little.
Investigative Technician Austin Kent never met a snarky joke he didn’t like—or a set of stairs that couldn’t trip him up. One night after a devastating episode at work, Austin sees something else he likes—the handsome detective he’s seen around the station whom he’s always wondered about. But after he makes a drunken fool of himself in front of Detective Williams, he’s sure there’s no hope.
Beau and Austin’s worlds collide when Austin is sent to pick up some evidence at the station. Amidst a myriad of twists and turns in the troubling serial killer-style murders of Vegas conventioneers, Austin and Beau discover that there’s more to the other than they’d originally thought. There might even be more they’d like to give—unless the killer has the final say.
I am loving that bearded, ginger hottie on the cover, and I enjoyed the last two books in this series. But this story felt half-baked.
We met Beau in the second book when he encouraged Parker to take care of Lonnie. Yes, this book is part of a series, but it can easily be read as a standlone.
Beau is a homicide investigator, and he's paired up with Austin, who's also a cop, although it seems he mostly delivers evidence files.
This pairing didn't really work for me. Beau is looking for a refined, cultured guy until one day, for no discernible reason, he wakes up and realizes, "Hell, I'm a snob. Austin is the one for me."
And Austin . . . Sure, he's sweet and has dark, brooding looks, but he reads much younger than his 35 years. He's insecure and kind of wish-washy.
Plus, he wears hiking sandals with jeans.
I never believed the connection between the MCs, and the serial killer plot was ludicrous. I could only roll my eyes at the end when everyone congratulates Austin for going after a serial killer. Alone.
Isn't Wait for Backup like the first rule of How Not to Be a Stupid Cop 101?
There was some hot sex, but I skimmed the last steamy scene, because *shrugs* I lost interest. Even so, I didn't begrudge these guys their HEA, and I will read the next book in the series.