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
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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