“Fans are going to go completely nuts over the irresistible Bryon Crowne and his intelligent, fiery counterpart Olivia.”
-—Jodi Ellen Malpas, #1 New York Times bestseller
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.
I think the thing I enjoy most about books by CD Reiss is the lottle bit of an edge they all have. Her characters aren't all good, they aren't all bad. Situations are messy, just like life. And Byron and Olivia are human, with faults and failings as well as strengths and things about them that were perfect.
I also really enjoyed the plot of this one. Maybe because it's what I do in real life, but I am always fascinated by the things that make people react and change. It's interesting to me to watch, to see the things that barely register and the things that cause them to be someone else, to see things in a new way.
That's what this is about, for both of them and it was so interesting to watch it happen.
Add in that it's hot and their chemistry is amazing, and you have another great read that feels honest and real.
I enjoyed and recommend this title.
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“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.
About CD Reiss
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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