Star Crossed by CD Reiss-Review & Excerpt Tour

Star Crossed by CD Reiss-Review & Excerpt Tour

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ABOUT THE BOOK: Re-release Date April 14, 2020

Michael Graydon has it all – looks, fame, and a couple of Oscars.
Does he see me in the crowd of paparazzi?
Does he know I sell pictures of him to the tabloids as if money could ever erase the feel of his lips on me?
Does he think I forgot the way he broke my heart?
Or does he know that I’ve ruined everything I’ve ever loved?

We were seventeen when I left, and I never forgot Laine. Not for one minute.
Since that day I’ve measured all women against her and every one of them has come up short.
We’re in the same town, on the same block, in the same building, and the gulf between us is just too wide to cross.
Until I stop running from trouble long enough to throw her camera off a balcony.
She’s a career-killer. A PR disaster.
Loving her again is career suicide, and I don’t care.
This time, I’m running toward her, even if it ruins me.

Star Crossed is a new and improved version of previously published title, Shuttergirl, with a brand new epilogue and previously unpublished, totally swoon-worthy and emotional new scenes.

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REVIEW:Star Crossed is an exciting, tantalizing love story of glitz and glam, true love and second chances. Laine and Michael first meet in school, both young and unsure of the feelings they invoke in each other, due to a situation they couldn’t control, they are separated from each other.
After years, Laine and Michael find each other again, but things are much different than they were when they were kids.

Laine is now a blood thirsty paparazzi, taking pictures of the rich and famous for money, and Michael, well he’s the rich and famous. Michael, with his good looks has become one of the most famous movies stars out there. However, time means nothing when Laine walks back into his life. Will their second chance at love slip through their fingers? Will they let the limelight of fame come between them?

Laine is a character I feel so much for, what’s she’s endured, the fear and loneliness. She is a strong, independent woman and her love for Michael was one that made me not want the story to end. CD Reiss wrote the best compelling story and I am so joyful I could experience it.

Copy supplied for review

Reviewed by Sarah L

“Really.” I grabbed my camera. “Thank you for the eggs. Your apology is accepted, and your warning… I get it. Thank you. I’ll keep my eyes out.”
Fifteen steps to the door. Why were those lofts so damn big? What was I thinking?
Five steps, and I heard a shuffle behind me, the scrape of a chair. I picked up the pace, and I knew he was behind me. By the time I got to the door, his chest was against my back and his hand was over the door jamb.
“Don’t,” he said.
“Don’t what?”
“I’m going to get between you and this. I don’t like anyone knowing where you are. I don’t like you walking around at night unprotected. Especially because of me.”
I turned, putting my back to the door. “I haven’t seen you in ten years. Now this?”
“I should say it’s that I feel responsible for what’s happening. But you’re in this business as much as I am, so it’s not that. It’s you. I was up half the night thinking about you in those bleachers. The things you told me. The stuff I told you. How I felt. Back then, I was so confused, and I left you without a call or checking on you for reasons that…” He shook his head. “The reasons were pathetic. No one would have approved of you, and I lived on approval.”
He touched my hair, and those long strands became nerve endings for desire. The little hairless spot on his chin shifted, and I wanted to touch it so badly that I did so without thinking.
“Whatever it was I felt before, I’m not hiding from it this time. This time, I’m not going to worry what anyone else thinks,” he said.
“What if I’m worried?”
“I’ll make you not worried.”
His breath warmed my cheek, and I believed he could change things, even as I knew he couldn’t. He could only drag himself down. This could only go bad. But I turned my face until my lips touched his, and he stopped being a movie star. He was the boy in the bleachers, the one who worked too hard and cared too much, and I became the girl who could be anything she wanted, the one who was accepted and whose life was about to turn around.
But I’d wanted it then. I’d wanted his hand in mine to be the warning bell for change. In the penthouse loft, with his lips and tongue growing more urgent and his hands on the sides of my face, I didn’t want my life to change. I’d done everything I’d set out to do since he’d left, and there he was again, ready to destroy everything I’d built in exchange for a mouth that fit mine like a palm curled over a fist.
I turned to face the door, still trapped by his arms, and opened it a crack. He slapped it shut.
“If you’re not busy, I want to take you somewhere.”
“I’m always busy,” I said, leaning into him.
“Doing what?”
“Taking pictures of Hollywood royalty.”
“Bring your camera then.”

CD Reiss is a New York Times bestselling author. 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 a single cord of wood.

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

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Crowne of Lies by CD Reiss-Review Tour

Crowne of Lies by CD Reiss-Review & Excerpt Tour

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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date February 28, 2020

Logan Crowne needs one year from Ella.
Twelve months living in his house, holding his hand, wearing his ring on her finger, and in exchange, she’ll get her father’s company in the divorce settlement.
They have one year to convince his skeptical parents that they’re happily in love, and he’s settled enough to run Crowne Industries.
Ella wants the company badly enough to live with a man who will never love her. She’ll sleep in his room and kiss him for show.
Her heart may melt whenever he’s around, and his touch may ignite a fire inside her, but surrender will break her heart.
She’s sure she can last a year without giving him her body.
She’s wrong.

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REVIEW:“Let’s hurt each other. Let’s hurt each other so bad we walk out of this thing on broken legs, screaming in pain. When it’s over, I want to be praying for death and wishing I could do it all over again.”

Contract marriage, one thing that people never think will turn out the best. This one however, well this one, is for the naughty bookshelf you keep in your bed room.

Logan needs a wife, but not just any wife, he needs Ella. Sweet, free spirted Ella to convince his parents he is happily married to keep what is his. Logan is a stuffy, hard working bore, but underneath all that beats the heart of a red blooded male ready to make this “fake” married real. The chemistry flares hot between the pair and when things finally start going their way, the lies shake the foundation they have slowly built. Emotions that they tried to keep out their “fake” relationship bleed through and the pair navigate through the mind field of truth over lies and a newfound trust.

Jump into CD’s book of adventure, love, lies and passion. Logan and Ella light up the pages with their story and it’s one readers will surely love!

Copy supplied for review

Reviewed by Sarah L

NOTE: The excerpt is intended for mature readers 18+ due to language and content.

 

 

“I don’t think your mother’s convinced,” I said, letting him lead our dance.
He glanced up at his parents, then back at me. “Let’s fix that.”
When he leaned down to kiss me, I put my hands flat on his chest.
Logan wasn’t my type. He had things I needed now, but nothing I wanted for the future. I’d die of boredom with him, and I was clearly not what he had in mind when he imagined a happy marriage. But some things needed to be said out loud.
“Wait,” I said. “We have to get divorced at some point, and…” I paused to organize my thoughts and failed. “There’s a lot of kissing and… it’s necessary. I understand. But the thing is…” I stopped myself, meeting the cool blue of his eyes. “I don’t want you to get confused.”
“About what?”
“We’re getting divorced.”
Anyone who heard his laughter without hearing what we were talking about would have thought he was delighted with the woman he loved. “Yes, Estella. We’re getting divorced.”
“No feelings,” I said. “Right?”
“None whatsoever.”
“Okay. Kiss me.”
It must have been the champagne and the music. Definitely the way his arms held me so tightly, rocking back and forth with the rhythm.
No feelings, sure. But Logan kissed like he meant it, and the champagne fizzed inside me, bubbles popping up from the base of my spine, shaking long dormant nerves awake. His hands stayed in an appropriate position, but all I wanted was to feel them stroke lower, deeper, where I shuddered with desire.
“Stop,” I said, pulling away.
“You all right?”
“Fine, just… I need a second.”
“You’re flushed.” He brushed the backs of his fingers along my cheek. “That’s how I know you want to fuck. Make a note.” He spun me away and rolled me back.
“How do I know when you want to?”
“You’re in the room.”
I laughed. It was such an act. So fake. So over the top, yet when he guided me in the dance with a smile on his face, I let myself live it. For one dance, then two, we were at our most convincing, acting as if there wasn’t another soul for miles. He looked at me as if he wasn’t faking it, and when he kissed me, I kissed him back as if it was all real.
The music stopped as another round of trays came around.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, running his lips along my neck. “There’s a room with dinner somewhere.”
“We should mingle. I don’t want to make a bad impression.”
He looked away, then back at me with a heat I didn’t expect. “If they could see what was in my head, they’d be impressed.”
“What’s in your head?”
“Getting my hand under your dress and finding out if you’re wet.”
“Logan,” I scolded in a hiss. “We just said—”
“We said no feelings.” He took me by the chin. “If I took you right now, fucked you raw, gave you a dozen orgasms and came deep inside you, it would mean nothing to me.”
My panties were soaked through. “Me neither.”
He looked over my shoulder as if he needed a moment to think, then found my hand and squeezed it. “Come.”
He pulled me off the dance floor.
“Where are we going?”
We went down a stairway we hadn’t before, past a security guard, and into a closed hallway with double doors at the end. He pushed me into a wall with a kiss that wasn’t like the others. It was thoughtless, reckless, uncontrolled. It was a cyclone of desire I was already caught in, spinning upward, limp-willed with the force of it, because it was my whirlwind too.


 

 

CD Reiss is a New York Times bestselling author. 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 a single cord of wood.

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

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Iron Crowne by C.D. Reiss-Review & Excerpt tour

Iron Crowne by C.D. Reiss-Review & Excerpt tour

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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date November 15, 2019

A new enemies-to-lovers standalone.
Byron Crowne is a charming liar and a gorgeous monster.
I detest him.
I can’t resist him.
He’s awakened desires I didn’t know I had.
When he touches me, I need to fight him . . . and I need him to win.
Our one night stand bruises my skin and leaves dents in the walls, but the sheets aren’t the only thing we shred that night.
And suddenly, the stakes are higher than ever.

Olivia Monroe lights a fire in me that died a long time ago.
I’m a different man when I’m with her. I need to own her, take her, mark her as mine.
Everything changes when she might be pregnant and for the first time in my life…I’m powerless against this stubborn, untamable woman.
She’s the one in control and I have an impossible job:
Prove I’m worthy to be a father.

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REVIEW:Carnal, that’s the first word I would use to describe this book.
The Iron Crowne is an erotic suspenseful romance that will shape your
fantasy’s for years to come. These two characters are opposite
personalities, they crash against each other in the best way possible.

I devoured this so quickly I had to go back and read all that goodness
again. An epic battle of love, lust, erotic kink and romance that scorched
my soul. Olivia’s is one of a kind, her independence, her stubbornness, her
determination to make her goals a success, she is the girl we all hope to
be one day. Now Byron, he’s another story; he is an arrogant dick, a
dominant alpha male with a stubborn streak that gives Olivia a run for her
money. He’s rich, he’s powerful, everything that a woman would want. Byron
though, has a soft side though, one that when Olivia’s sees, she can’t help
but want to see more.

This was so fantastically filthy, it was a true pleasure to read, Reiss has
a way of wrapping you in a blanket of goodness that you never want to get
out of. Be aware that if you don’t like erotic this won’t really be your
thing, the romance is paired well with the kink, but the kink is there. And
oh so good.

Copy supplied for review

Reviewed by Sarah

 

 

“Why should I sleep with you?” I cross-examined the witness. It was the only way to manage Byron.
He considered his cup as if committing to his goal, then studied the way my finger tapped the counter as if choosing a strategy, then pondered my face as he decided on his tactic.
“Because you’re wet already,” he said with a deep knowledge of what aroused women looked like. “Because you want what I can give you. Your head hasn’t even acknowledged it, but your body knows.”
“That’s—” I was going to end in a denial, but my nipples were hard. “—not relevant. You and I don’t make sense.”
“That’s correct.” He gulped tea. I left my cup on the counter, refusing the challenge. “We are a disaster. You despise me too much to want a relationship and just enough to turn you on. And from what I can tell, you don’t want to get involved enough to force an ethical quandary. So, if you agree in principal, I have a proposal.”
Agreeing in principle meant revealing how badly my body ached for him.
Disagreeing meant never satisfying that ache.
“I agree in principal.”
“My proposal is one night. One full night…”
I could commit to that, and I was about to when he continued.
“…where I own your body.”
“Wait.”
“You let me own you when we fuck. You come when I say. You obey me without hesitating. That’s what you want and you know it.”
My cheeks prickled, radiating the heat of my shame.
“No, then.” I pushed my cup away. “It’s never been like that. I’ve had three long relationships and a couple of flings but never—”
“—really enjoyed it.”
It was all lies… even when he spoke the truth, he lied.


 

CD Reiss is a New York Times bestselling author. 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 a single cord of wood.

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

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