KFF on Blog Tour with ROUGH EDGE by CD Reiss

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“This series grips you by the throat and refuses to let go—and you’ll be begging for more the entire time.” Sierra Simone, USA Today Bestselling Author

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“𝑼𝒏𝒛𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕.”

You married a decent man.

A rock solid, arrogant war hero who knew exactly who he was and what he wanted. He wanted you, and you gave yourself to him.

You are his only desire–the only woman in his orbit–but the intensity of that desire is turning dangerous.

Love may be the death of both of you.

NY Times Bestselling author CD Reiss brings dark intensity to a couple so in love, they’ll make the darkest of sacrifices to save each other.

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5 +++ Stars

Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse

If there’s one thing Reiss executes exceedingly well is the research she does for her stories. Rough Edge is no exception. Facts are presented in a gritty and realistic manner that more than skirt around the dark side of eroticism and as the title implies, is rough-edged. And it’s beyond brilliant. Okay, so if said facts have been twisted a tad, it’s a means to an end but that’s the author’s prerogative, right? Even though the subject in question is a hard pill to swallow, some actions are even harder to understand for the players. That being said, the author’s outstanding narrative helped me become totally invested in her protagonists. I wouldn’t be exaggerating if I said I lost sleep over Captain Caden St. John and his wife, Dr. Greyson Fraizer’s dilemma. At times, I found it difficult to collect coherent thoughts regardless of what these two professionals were up against. So, prepare yourselves for a roller-coaster ride of emotions and an intensity like you’ve never experienced before from Reiss’ storytelling.

Caden and Greyson’s narrative is an unusual one in the respect that there’s no build up to their love story. Told from a dual point of view in past tense, flashbacks soon put me in the picture. I learnt where they met and how an all-consuming attraction, boundless lust and a professional and personal respect flowers into what appears to be a solid problem-free marriage. By no means was it made in heaven, albeit all the points for being a successful one are there. I wanted them to be invincible, they did, too. Yet Reiss doesn’t make it as simple as that. She’s gone back to her writing roots and I folks, wasn’t just jumping for joy, I was blinkin’ well happy dancing!

In the beginning, there wasn’t a second where I felt unduly concerned about Caden and Grayson’s relationship. Stronger than a team, ‘their togetherness’ seemed to rule so clearly that the author’s vivid account of their feelings fooled me into thinking everything was tickety-boo. Reiss does this to the reader very cleverly. Result…it didn’t take long for me to let my frustration be heard in the way of some rather unladylike expressions, because when it came to the crunch, I suffered as much as her characters. Perhaps I’d relaxed a little too much into their story or maybe it’s my blind faith in this lifelong institution called marriage… whatever, while lapping up the author’s characters’ anecdotes, I noticed that the very love balance achieved showed signs of cracking. And I, in all my naïvty, believed said cracks could be fixed or brushed under the carpet. This is serious stuff though. Questions arise. Some are answered quickly; others, the ones I wanted to know like yesterday, were left pending. So what caused the last straw to break? How deeply ingrained is the crack and secondly, is there anyone sufficiently trustworthy and prepared to help Caden? The answer is closer to home than you can imagine…ahem, don’t think too much…just one-click and find out!

I couldn’t have wished to meet a lovelier and more generous person like Greyson. She’s out of her comfort zone, making the best of it with style and know-how. All said and done, in her professional capacity, dealing with the most complicated of cases under whatever circumstance is what she does well. And more important are words of encouragement from the man she worships. Little does she know her personal life would be thrown off course, turned inside out and left feeling alone in that very city she’d quickly adapted to.

Caden knows something is very wrong in his marriage when both he and Greyson come back to what is considered civilization. He adores her. His only way of expressing his feelings will make you sit up straight, turn the pages even quicker than you had been and damn well hope for the best. Get ready; something strange is lurking, it won’t go away, it’s growing stronger. Excuse me if I say he’s the bee’s knees personified. The imperfectly perfect swoon-worthy dirty-talking hero who had me at the drop of a hat made my heart bleed for him. And my heart cried out even louder for his wife.

I wouldn’t be letting on if I told you what Caden does for a living as it’s in the synopsis. Nevertheless, for lovers of CD’s penmanship and newbies included, (the cadence in her words are layered, fluid and stunningly evocative), I’d highly recommend going in blind. It’s all about the element of surprise in this book, all said and done, this is a psychological headbanger of the first degree that oozes angst and passionate eroticism. What more can I say except thank goodness On the Edge, the next book in The Edge series releases soon. Bravo Reiss! Five +++ stars.

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Excerpt:

In the dark, during the fundraising video, she leaned into me, taking my hand. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Caden.” My name was more than a statement. It was a comment on how well she knew the animal, and how well she loved it.

If eyes could listen, hers did, gazing at me in the darkness. I couldn’t lie to her for much longer.

The entire invite list was watching the video. The bar was empty. The hallway lights were dimmed. The kitchen staff moved constantly and quietly to set up the buffet.

I laced my fingers in hers. She had a gold band we’d gotten out of expediency. No big sparkling rock. No sign I’d ever courted her properly before marrying her.

My father always said a man didn’t skip steps if he wanted to do something once.

I slid my cheek to hers and whispered in her ear, “I want to destroy you.”

Her hand tightened in mine so tightly I could feel our bones. Her glands must have fired, because the apples and the perfume melded and became something so uniquely her my balls ached—but not for simple release. For something more. An agreement of ownership.

Waiting wasn’t an option.

Pulling her by the hand, I headed for the hallway.

“Caden,” she said when we were away from the event, “slow down.”

I didn’t. I couldn’t. I pulled her down the carpeted steps to the lower level, stepping over a velvet rope at the bottom. The lights were out in the hall. Three doors led to three empty event rooms.

“What’s with you lately?” she asked.

“Are you saying no?”

“I’m asking a question.”

I backed into one of the rooms and pulled her in. It was dark but for light coming from under the doorways on each side. I walked in deeper, eyes adjusting quickly enough to avoid the tables and stacks of chairs on wheeled dollies.

“So am I.” I faced her. “Are you saying no?”

“What are you hoping I’ll say yes to?”

“I’m going to pull that dress up until I can get to these hard nipples.” I pinched them through the dress and she gasped. “Then I’ll bend you over one of these tables and fuck you so hard walking’s going to hurt. Are you saying no?”

“I’m not. But I want to know what’s going on with you.”

“Pull your dress up before I shred it.”

 

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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