Wednesday, November 8, 2017


From New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss, comes the sexy and passionate title…PRINCE ROMAN, a new novella brought to you by 1001 Dark Nights! Grab your copy of this amazing novella today!


Rules for my new job: 1) Do not have sex with a man in the office (again). 2) Do not break Rule #1
I’m playing it cool, clean, and professional…until I meet Roman Bianchi. He’s not an insecure nerd or an ego-hole like the other kings of Silicon Valley. He’s charming and handsome. He’s fun, funny, and smart.
He’s also in the office across the hall.
Two broken rules waiting to happen. I can’t lose this job over some guy. But Roman’s not just some guy. Under that suit and cocky smile, he’s a prince.

Grab your copy of PRINCE ROMAN today!

Short stories are tough. You have to pack a lot into a short amount of space and still tell a story that is interesting and engages the reader. I tend to be very picky about the ones I will read as i find a lot of them fall short. The 1001 Dark Nights series of books, however, are quickly becoming favorites of mine as they tend to be well-written and excellent shorter stories.

CD Reiss is an expert at telling a story. A duet, a standalone, a shorter story...all of them are crafted so perfectly that you don't feel that you missed out no matter the length. Ok, I admit, I wanted more of Roman and Raven. But, not because I felt that there wasn't enough in the story, rather because I liked him so much at the end, I want more of his story. I want to know what he is like when he is doing the things he loves, not the things he likes (more here would be a spoiler, this will all make sense) and to see him really get the chance to be in his element, and not part of a team assisting in another company.

I also want to know Raven better than I did from the book. I am so fascinated by a woman who seems to see her own caring nature, her willingness to seek and find a connection with others, as a flaw. It's not, but in the world where she lives and works, she sees it as a's the reason she moves to another position, and the reason she is afraid of what she feels building with Roman. Sometimes, the security you think you are looking for is in a different place than you thought, and her journey to this realization is so interesting.

The world of the gamer, the code, the people who work with computers and speak their language is so interesting. It feels different and I think it is the attention to detail of the author at work here more than anything. She does the story, and the characters, justice by understanding them and their world...and she uses this understanding to bring a reader (like me) a little more into a world I know nothing about, and to make the people in it human and accessible.

The plot is tightly crafted and there is nothing extra to pull you from the main story. You are engaged from the beginning, there is an attraction you can feel between Roman and Raven, and you want to know what is going to happen next. The combination of the plot, the game/coding world and the characters make this work so perfectly the length doesn't matter as you are engaged in the story as it unfolds.

I have to make sure I have a block of time to sit and read anything by Ms. Reiss as I know I am going to get so drawn in by the story, and her words (wow can she write sentences that make you stop and read them again) and be upset if life gets in the way and I have to put the book down before it is finished.


As a lover, I hadn’t had a future with Taylor, but I’d been attracted to him. Suits, cleanliness, and attention to detail got me off. Ego-holeness didn’t.

The only reason I’d ever had a date in Silicon Valley was the pure odds that something had to make sense with someone. After all, I was a highly desired specimen, so rare in the wild that I attracted attention wherever I went. Numbers had been crunched. Articles had been written. The odds of my existence were infinitesimal. In this particular corner of California, I was a unicorn.

Meaning, I was a single female of child-bearing age.

I had my pick.

The guy with the mutton chops he thought were neat-o, or the dude in the Van Halen T-shirt that had the porousness and smell of Swiss cheese. The guy who couldn’t stop talking about World of Warcraft or the one who mentioned he went to grad school “in Cambridge” four times in four minutes. The experts on beer, custom-tuned guitars, gastropubbing, and social awkwardness. I’d dated boys in men’s bodies, humorless geniuses, closet Nazis, and unapologetic sexists who could rattle off the most convenient stats, studies, biological “facts,” and “cultural norms” that proved a woman’s place was in human resources doing anything but hiring other women.

Taylor had been a pretty good deal, everything considered. He at least showed me enough coding and IT to make me valuable in system implementation.

“But never again,” I said to Masy on the walk from the parking lot on the first day. The weather was standard-issue California perfect but seemed just a touch more perfect on the way into my new job. It was going to stay that way. “No more intra-office fucking.”

“Trust me,” she said, popping her lips off the green straw sticking out of her frothy coffee, “you’re safe from dating anyone at Neuronet. It’s like a cross-section of the worst of them.” My best friend, roommate, and fellow single-female unicorn worked in the marketing department. She’d mentioned the VP opening in HR systems when it opened up. Neuronet was as excited to meet me as I was eager to work with them.



About CD Reiss: 

C.D. Reiss is a USA Today 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. Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to chop a cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine. 


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