This series just keeps getting better and better! I got hooked on Elle Keaton’s books 5 years ago and have read nearly everything she’s published since then. A lot of her series are interconnected but you don’t have to have read all of them to enjoy the West Coast Forensics series. However, you might enjoy Real Risk a bit more if you read books one and two first, but you don’t have to.

Elle provided readers with a cast of characters at the beginning of this book which I found very helpful. Even though I’ve read all of the books in this series and its predecessor, I read a lot so it’s sometimes hard for me to remember character names and the books they’ve been in. I really appreciated having this information.

Real Risk is a great slow-burn story with a nice amount of steam after about 60%. Kimball and Devon dance around each other for about half of the story but there is so much other interesting stuff going on that I hardly noticed that things didn’t heat-up between them sooner.

The first part of the first chapter was just a tad bit confusing at first but I knew that Elle would give us more information about it eventually and she did.** Her writing just flows so well that the story was over almost before I knew it. Things really heat up (pun intended) in Real Risk as we get answers to the questions about who is setting fires on Piedras Island.  **Note: if I had read the blurb first I wouldn’t have been confused at all! 😊

I loved all of the witty interactions between Devon and Kimball and the way Kimball tried to keep feeding Devon. I also enjoyed the witty sayings that Devon had on his coffee cups. 😊 It was really fun to visit with familiar characters from Elle’s other books and I loved the epilogue she wrote for Kimball and Devon.

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Was it weird he was irritated Flynn hadn’t called him about the fires, yet he still wanted to make sure the man ate a square meal? Probably. Too bad. Kimball was hungry, and he might as well make enough for two.

Five minutes later, the shower was still running, and Kimball was texting Birdy.

K: What does Flynn like to eat?

B: Hi Kimball.

K: Hey Birdy. There’s no food here.

B: I noticed when I was there.

K: Is there a grocery store or somewhere to order delivery?

B: The closest store is Chester’s. They’re open for another hour.

Kimball checked his watch. It was just seven p.m.

K: You guys close early here.

B: Island time. Also, winter. No decent delivery this time of year.

K: Thanks.

Kimball set his phone down and began to hunt around for a piece of paper to leave Flynn a note, but before he found either, Devon reappeared. He was toweling his hair dry and had changed into worn, form-fitting Levi’s and a long-sleeved navy Henley. Where Kimball’s hair had turned white when he was in his thirties, Devon’s was jet black with just a few silver streaks at his temples, and his skin was several shades darker than Kimball’s. He looked better after his shower but still tired, circles pronounced under red-rimmed eyes. His feet were bare, and Kimball couldn’t help but notice his long toes, the second toe longer than the first.

“What are you doing?”

Still grouchy, then.

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