Release Blitz: The Story of Danny Rose by Cara Dee

The Story of Danny Rose
(The Hillcroft Group #1)
by Cara Dee
Release Date: October 25, 2024

About The Story of Danny Rose
“Try to read his file from the Army from another perspective. Less stone-faced, devoid of emotion, SAS operator and more as…oh, I don’t know, the loving, caring, nurturing Dom that you are.”

There was nothing like kicking off your vacation by realizing someone had broken in to your cabin. More than that, he was waiting when you arrived.

This young guy had plagued my dreams when I’d spent two months with his detachment a couple years ago. He was cocky, volatile, and resourceful. Resourceful enough to track me down, piss me off, and get himself invited for steaks and beer.

I was quickly going to learn there was a lot more to him than being a soldier with boundary issues, though. Starting the moment I accidentally spotted a small stuffed animal in his backpack.

He changed everything. The story of Danny Rose went from anecdotes I occasionally shared with recruits, to…becoming my whole bloody life.


All books in the Hillcroft Group series are standalone and can be read out of order, as each story follows a new dynamic with various subgenres within romance. What the characters have in common is the place they work and, of course, the HEA they will fight for. Characters do cross over in multiple titles, but they will be reintroduced, where necessary, to new readers. All books in this series are labeled romantic suspense and military romance. Please look on the copyright page for potential content warnings.




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An Excerpt from The Story of Danny Rose
Movement caught my eye, and I watched a man trail along the porch, coming from around the bend, and he was cutting something—an apple. I zeroed in on his face as he lifted an apple wedge onto the blade and brought it to his mouth.

I knew him from somewhere, definitely. He fit the bill of the hundreds of young soldiers I’d encountered over the years. Midtwenties, fit. Average height. Swimmer’s build. Dressed in Army greens and a black tee. Boots. Maybe he wasn’t currently active—and hadn’t been in a while? He’d let his dirty-blond hair grow out.

I narrowed my eyes. I remembered him. Fuck me, it couldn’t be. He’d given me a daily fucking headache with his temper—and it’d frustrated me because he’d been able to reel it in when it mattered. He knew just when to get into trouble without taking heat for it. Pub fights, trash talk, even petty theft. He’d performed so damn well that his superiors had looked the other way.

“There’s no reason to hide from me, Payne.”

My mouth twitched. Still sharp as a tack. Always on high alert without looking the part. He sat down on the wide log rails that framed the porch, ballsy enough to keep his back to me.

“You don’t have to worry—I’m not gonna kill you,” he said.

Cocky little son of a bitch. Some things never changed.

Having no reason to hide anymore, I stepped out of the woods and adjusted my gun at the base of my spine. Now it was no more about possibly having to use it, and all about not wanting him to see it. He’d find a way to mock me for it. That was his way.

As I headed up the porch steps, he pointed his blade at the kitchen window.

“I don’t know if it’s Twin One or Twin Two, but I can see their shadow over the stove.”

I suppressed a sigh.

“The other one’s underneath the porch,” he added dismissively. “He might wanna dry his feet. It’s gonna be chilly tonight.”

I clasped my hands behind my back and stepped into his line of sight, keeping the front door behind me. “Danny Rose.”

He grinned and widened his arms. “You remember me.”

Yup, still that killer smile with dimples. Dangerously gorgeous blue eyes too.

I nodded with a dip of my chin, then eyed the floorboards. “Boys, you can come out. It was less exciting than a prank.”

I heard some shuffling on the other side of the door and a twig or two breaking underneath the porch. Soon after, the Tenley twins joined me on the porch and looked at Danny with shuttered expressions.

Danny finished his apple and jumped to his feet, then extended his hand to Reese. “I guess Payne has forgotten his manners. I’m Danny—and I already know who you are. But which one is which?”

I cleared my throat and kept quiet. No reason to tell Danny I was making Reese wear a dark tee every day and River a light. There was seriously no other way to tell them apart. They were carbon copies with copper-brown hair, sharp features, and striking green eyes. They had some height on Danny, but they shared his swimmer’s build. Or runner’s, maybe.

“Reese.” Reese shook Danny’s hand. “How do you know who we are?”

Good question.

I folded my arms over my chest.

“How about we trade?” Danny suggested. “I ask a question, and you answer. Then you can ask me something.”

Technically, that’d already happened. He’d asked who was Reese and who was River.

Not that it mattered. “No,” I replied. “I ask the questions—you answer. Or you get off my property.”

He stared at me.

This was one of the fields in which Danny didn’t belong. He wasn’t a gray man. He didn’t necessarily stand out, but there was nothing ordinary about him either. His expression often revealed his mood, his stubbornness, and how much left he had on his fuse.

I showed fuck-all.

Don’t test me, boy.




About Cara Dee
I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.

There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.

Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve.

I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I'm a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, cooking, baking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and family, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

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