Caesar Romano seems to have a knack for attracting people who not only outright lie but also like to keep a variety of secrets, as well. He has an ex-boyfriend who’s keeping a big one, a boss who’s keeping a somewhat bizarre one, a private investigator following him who’s keeping a rather significant one, and that’s just to name a few. In the meantime, he’s also got a job so financially inadequate that he’s forced to live with his Nana, a large Italian family—some of whom are a bit on the shady side—and he’s also dealing with the theft of a bust of Justin Timberlake sculpted entirely of watches. Oh, and don’t forget the whole blackmail thing, too.
No one ever said Ce’s life was a walk in the park. Sometimes it’s more like a whizz in a back alley, but it’s most definitely never boring.
Caesar is a person of interest in Detective Dan Green’s investigation of a stolen painting that reveals a plot to extort rather unorthodox sums of money from various sources. Ce’s also a person of interest on an entirely personal level for Detective Dan, but Caesar’s not particularly interested in anything Dan has to offer. Dan’s not exactly the kind of guy to just give up and go away, though—what kind of a detective would he be, after all, if he did? And let’s face it; Dan most definitely has a way with words. Certain words, at certain times that make it very difficult for Ce to keep his wits about him. It’s really a gift is what it is. A sexy, sexy gift.
They say laughter is the language of the soul. Well, I’m not sure whether that’s true or not, but if it is, then I want to be fluent in the language L.B. Gregg speaks. Full immersion baptism in the sarcastic and sometimes crazy, that’s what this is. This is only the second book I’ve read from this author, and in both of them, this as well as Men of Smithfield: Mark and Tony, the opening scenes of each book set the comedic tone, the manic mood, and the frenetic pace for the entire novel.
This was a caper of the farcical kind and I loved every word of it, from Caesar to Dan, to their extended group of friends, family, and the assortedly quirk-tastic role players who helped to improve the scenery with their spray on tans, scary cosmetic procedures, and kinky proclivities. I can’t wait to get to the next book in the series because I have a feeling that I’ll find a whole lot of exactly what I’m looking for and maybe a bit more than I could’ve ever expected.
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