BLOG TOUR ~ PRINCE CHARMING by CD REISS

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Prince Charming, an all-new sexy standalone from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss is available NOW!

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Synopsis:

Keaton Bridge is one hundred percent bad boy.

Cassie doesn’t need a boy and certainly not a bad one. Nope. She fights crime for a living, and everything about this guy screams trouble, from his charming British accent to his mysterious past.

And Cassie doesn’t do trouble.

Keaton’s got his own trouble. He’s trying to go legit, and an FBI agent hanging around is the last thing that will help his credibility.

All it took was one night of passion to sear her into his skin. Now he can’t imagine living happily ever after without her.

All they have to do is walk away.

But neither of them ever walks away from a challenge.

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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse

I have to say I found the title an interesting one. I’ve always been led to believe that a prince charming would save his damsel in distress but in this case, not is at all what it appears to be. And the cover conjures up a sense of mystery which couldn’t have been better seeing as the main man is clouded in a world of espionage! Thrown into a conundrum of hacker words which of late has become Reiss’ forte, my first impression was would I be able to grasp the cyber terms and who is the real him behind them! I’d conjured up a vague idea of him in in King of Code, but little did I realise until well into this standalone that the man of many facets would go out of his way to confuse not only me, but also the leading lady! So, talking about methods behind his thoughts and desires isn’t in it, but I can honestly say fathoming out how he ticked was a joy in itself… She, the woman in question who’d caught his eager eye for reasons to be divulged, was in for a ride and a half. And I freakin’ well loved their contrasting aspirations! She wants in, he wants out and say no more!

The author’s character development is indisputably good. Keaton Bridge is charmingly Brit to the core. And to top the lot, the author has pulled off his British enunciation to a tee and that’s coming from a Brit! His is a modus operandi calculatingly aloof; reservedly subtle, quite perfectly English! Cassie is ambitious, wary, her weaknesses controlled up to a point; however, up against rules and regulations on the reverse side complicates matters like you would never believe. Ahh…but here’s the trick, Reiss offers her readers a plot that makes the reader doubt just about everything!

No spoiler here! Even though Keaton Bridge had me at the drop of a hat which was really not on considering he’s an online paradox of anonymity and cause for such concern, there’s a ring of truth to all cloak and dagger situations of trust, secrecy and abounding intrigue. Will he give Cassie what she so sorts after is for you to discover. Is it infatuation, love or does he have something more up his impeccable sleeve to keep her on her toes? And more important, who plays who?

Narrated from dual points of view in present tense, Reiss’ offering has grabbed this reader’s attention with sassy banter, angst in the right places, a digital age storyline and without a doubt, the build-up to amorous scenes nothing less than swoon-worthy. I loved meeting up with Harper and Taylor again and the ending…to say I was gobsmacked would be putting it mildly. The missing star; perhaps my impatience for what was to come in the first quarter, or maybe too many codes and computer jargon which quite honestly shouldn’t have got the better of me but all in all, I highly recommend one-clicking this standalone! Bravo CD!

 

Excerpt:

The list of crimes that happen on the dark net bounce through my brain as he holds me. Is he going to kill me? Strangle me right here in the parking lot of his own factory? Maybe he wants to try. He’s well-built but I’m pretty sure I can take a computer nerd in hand to hand combat. I just can’t let him get the jump.

He goes for me.

I’m surprised and prepared for it at the same time. I didn’t actually believe he’d try, but I’m reaching to block an attack while he’s leading with his head, which is weird, but I got this.

When his lips smash against mine my body is a split second ahead of my brain. It’s processed the list of dark net violence and thus completes a series of moves to bring down a frontal attack.

Even as I’m using his weight against him by holding his arm still while I swing him, letting his high center of gravity do all the work of stripping him of his balance, my mind processes the kiss. Because it was a kiss. A real soft-lipped-slightly-open-mouthed-I want-her-to-like-it kind of kiss.

By the time those nice thoughts register I’m slamming him up against the car. I’m a little disappointed that I can’t take back my counterattack. I would have let him kiss me a few more seconds before taking him down.

His eyes are open wide and the breath’s knocked out of him. The thump of his body against the car door fades into the night.

“Why did you do that?” I ask.

He looks at me as if I asked him why he pees standing up. Brows knotted. Arms out. Mouth half open as if he can’t contain the sheer number of answers he could give me right now.

“What?” He says it like whot and it’s endearing and haughty at the same time. Damnit. I should have taken that kiss and not gotten all black belt on him.

“Don’t sneak up on a girl like that.” I sound like a brat.

He straightens himself out, pulling his cuffs down and realigning his jacket.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just do a very impressive judo throw and tell you, out front, that I am going to kiss you. First, I am going to put my hands on your face, because I would like to feel your mouth move when I do it. Then I’m going to tilt my head to the right, so please, you should also tilt your head to the right.” He waits for me to nod, and when I do, he comes close to me and lowers his voice. “I’m going to wait a second once our lips touch, just to make sure we’re both appreciating this first contact. When I open my mouth a little, I want you to do the same. You need to accept my tongue in your mouth.” He puts his hands on my shoulders. “Is that enough of a warning?”

“What happens after that?”

“It’s unwritten.”

He moves his hands up to my jaw, laying his thumbs against my cheeks. He strokes them and I lean forward.

He kisses me just like he said he would. His tongue tastes like ice water, and his lips curve into the shape of mine. The adrenaline in my veins blends with something newer and warmer. He slides one hand back and tugs my hair which sends fluids and sensation and pleasure and all my attention between my legs. I push against him just so I can feel him resist. I need to fight him hard as I want him.

He’s rigid and yielding all at once, turning us around until I’m the one with my back against the car. I shove him away and he separates from me with a sharp intake of breath.

He doesn’t say a word, still holding me by a fistful of hair. The cold clouds of our breath mingle between us. He’s a predator, a criminal, and a mistake. But his jaw is tight and his nostrils flare when he breathes. He’s all those things and a bull charging for the red cape.

“Push me away again,” he says, finally, “and we’re done here. And I know for a fact that’s not what you want.”

I am the red cape, and I need to be yanked away as much as I need him to charge at me again and again.

“When I want you to stop I’ll say so.”

I shove him again, and he smiles before laying a kiss on me. It’s not a kiss I fight. It’s a kiss I want. He pauses, pulling his mouth away as if giving me a second to tell him to stop, but I don’t. I don’t start pushing against him until our mouths are locked again. His hips grind into me. I feel his erection through our clothes.

I’m clutching his coat without any sense. I want to tear away every stitch of fabric. I push and pull with equal ferocity. I want to spread my legs but my coat’s too long. I want to punch him. I want that hard dick stretching me and I want it to hurt. My mind is wiped clean of everything but need. I don’t have a job or a career. I don’t have dreams built from childhood. I don’t have a name. I’m just a pillar of desire. I’m reduced to movement and hunger. I want his body inside mine. Nothing else.

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About the Author

CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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