This is the first book I’ve read b LA Bryce and I think it might be her first published novel. I really enjoyed this story and it would have been a 5-star review for me except for a few things that I’ll mention later.

First off, the suspense and mystery in this story was really good and kept me glued to my e-reader. I felt the connection between the characters and got emotionally involved with their struggles. It was an angsty story but not too angsty, in my opinion. Noah left the SEALs suddenly and he’s still bitter about that. Mason works with the FBI and is currently on a task force to crack a terrorist case.

I felt bad for Noah, he was so afraid of admitting he’s gay and having his SEAL team members finding out that he left the SEALs without telling his SEAL brothers. Mason is full of guilt because a terrorist attack killed his brother-in-law. He promised his sister that he would find the terrorist cell who did it but he hasn’t been able to make good on his promise.

The sexy time between Noah and Mason was HOT!

So, I really liked these two guys and the story, too. I just wish I hadn’t found so many things that bothered me. I really try not to be a picky reader, unless I’m doing a beta read, but there were just too many little things that jumped out at me while I was reading In His Sights. I think that most of the issues I note below should have been caught by a good editor.

Examples are:
1. Sometimes the author used 24-hour time to express the time of day, as I would expect with the two MCs being former military men, and other times it was expressed as “07:30 P.M.” and yet another time it was expressed as “fifteen hundred.”

2. Mason’s decision to go to his office after “fifteen hundred” hours (3:00 P.M.) because no one would be around then. Huh? I’ve been in federal buildings on many a Friday afternoon and they are not deserted.

3. Mason not being able to access certain files at his work from his computer so he goes to a computer in a conference room saying he’ll be able access the secured server from there. I’m not an expert but I did computer support for a government agency before I retired. Access to files/secured servers is usually controlled by a person’s login. I’ve never heard of changing to a difference computer, especially not one in a conference room.

4. A nurse looked at Noah with lust in her eyes so that told him she was of legal age.  What???

5. [Potential Spoiler] The blurb implies that Mason is Noah’s blackmailer but in chapter 31 we find out it is someone else.

There are other things, too, but they were much more minor concerns that could happen in any book.

I really don’t want to leave this on a negative note so once again I’m going to say how much I liked this story. I don’t know if this is going to be part of a series or not but I could certainly see the setup for one, especially towards the end of the book, and I really do hope that LA Bryce will write that series. In spite of all of the somewhat negative things I mentioned, I really liked her writing but felt that the editor let her down.

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Nausea racked his body again, but this time Mason couldn’t ignore it. He jumped up and ran to the bathroom. He made it just in time. Puking his guts out with a raging headache was the last thing he wanted to be doing, but he wasn’t given much of a choice. Every time his thoughts went back to what had happened, he ended up perched over the toilet. It hadn’t taken long for all the ingredients in his stomach to be lost to the porcelain gods, followed by the dry heaves that kept him in a bent over position. As he wallowed in self-pity, he heard something that had him standing straight, positioned ready to fight. Someone was in his house.

His hand moved to his holster, but it wasn’t there. Dammit. He looked toward his closet, then at his bedroom door that now hung partially open. If he went to get his gun and anyone came down the hall, they’d have a clear shot at him at his safe. He couldn’t risk it. He needed to be on the offensive. He looked around the room to see if he could find a weapon. Shit. It wasn’t the best, but it’d have to do. He picked up the plunger from behind the toilet. He’d use the rubber part as a grip.

His abdomen cramped as he moved. He took a deep breath and held the air in for a second. The pain subsided. He crept to the door, sliding it open enough to secure a better view out. He hadn’t spotted anyone or anything that appeared out of the ordinary. But right then, whoever invaded his home made their presence known. Mason couldn’t believe the intruder hadn’t heard Mason puking up his guts. But the fact they weren’t trying to stay quiet said they thought they were alone.

Mason slipped out of the bedroom door. He held still, checking if his opening the door wider had alerted anyone to his presence. Reassured he had gone unnoticed, he continued to the end of the hall. Once there, he peered into the living room. The area stood empty, and again, nothing seemed out of place. He paused to listen, all his senses on alert. The noise came from the kitchen. Mason tiptoed toward the room. Once at the door, he stopped dead. He could see the person’s shadow. But that’s not what made him stop. What rendered Mason immobile was the fact the culprit in his kitchen was now singing. Singing. What the fuck? Rob a house, sing a song? It hadn’t made sense. He hadn’t cared. Again, he took a step and froze waiting until the shadow got closer — then he attacked — slamming the wooden stick toward the head of the intruder. He came in contact with skin and bone and the wooden handle broke and fell to the floor. The man shouted, and Mason recognized the voice. His stomach roiled and nausea burned the back of his throat.

Instead of running for the bathroom, he opened up the French doors and ran outside. He made it to the grass just in time. It surprised Mason that something actually came out, but before long he was back to the dry heaves, his stomach cramping. Before realizing Noah had moved, he stood outside next to Mason. Noah placed his hand on Mason’s back and rubbed, and Mason body went rigid. What the hell was he doing there? Why couldn’t Mason remember? Part of him wanted to know, and the other wanted Noah to just leave. Mason knew that thought was bullshit before it fully formed. Deep down, he was glad Noah was there, no matter the reason.

Mason pushed himself up, closing his eyes while the blood rushed to the rest of his body. Cinderblocks crushed down on his head. Noah helped hold him up. Mason wanted to shake Noah’s grip off. But he also wanted to grab it and wrap it around himself. Mason stayed still and did neither.