★ Release Day Blitz ☆ Breathe by CD Reiss

BREATHE RD.jpg
 
DISCOVER JONATHAN IN THIS HOT STANDALONE
If you haven’t fallen in love with Jonathan yet, or you have friends who have yet to discover him, this is the book to try.

 

AVAILABLE NOW

Amazon: US | UK | AU

B&N | Kobo | iBooks | Google Play

 

BREATHE LIVE.jpg
Read an excerpt on CD Reiss’s website HERE:  http://bit.ly/1EUpKFN
breathe teaser rd 1.jpg

 

breathe.jpg

 

Blurb

 

He was the dream I never knew I had until he claimed me. The kinky billionaire who wanted to give pain as much as I wanted to receive it. He’d marked me as his own and I accepted him. I trust him completely. I swear I do.
But, now things are getting complicated. I have a career, and he has his claim. How far is he going to go to mark me? And am I going to run or stay?
WARNING: This novella has some of Jonathan and Monica’s roughest encounters. That’s how they like it!
*This takes place after he reclaims her in the studio, and before the second wedding. If you already love them, they’re hotter than ever!

 

breathe rd teaser 3.jpg

 

Meet CD Reiss!  
cd reiss bio.jpg

CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon 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 embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles.

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 give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.

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

Stalk Her:

Facebook | Twitter | Website | Goodreads | Pinterest | Intagram

Share this:

★ Review ☆ Songs of Submission Box Set by CD Reiss ~ Saucy Siren’s Review

overload copy

 

Words….I don’t usually struggle with them, but they just don’t seem to do Monica and Jonathon justice. Days of trying to write this review—a review on an entire series—and all I can think to say is “WOW!”

So, I guess I’ll just start at the beginning….

I’m not a billionaire fan. I loathe Christian Grey and Jesse Ward. Yeah, yeah, I know. But it’s my opinion, and I’m quite entitled to it. Unfortunately, that opinion has always made it really difficult for me to dive into billionaire novels. Beg (the start of the Songs of Submission series) was no exclusion. I had several starts and stops. I struggled to get into it. But as you all know, Lil’ Maso is a HUGE CD Reiss fan, and she was adamant that this would be different.

I tried one more time. I attempted to forget completely that Jonathon Drazen has enough money to feed an entire third world country. And that was when something amazing started to happen.

day four of the trip to (1)

Jonathon has patience. Enough to give the average man an ulcer. And his need for control and sadism never outweighs the importance of safe, consensual, and sane BDSM. Is he rough? Rough enough to make this saucy reader blush and swoon, all at the same time. Is he cocky and a bit entitled? Sure! What rich boy isn’t? But he also puts Monica above and beyond himself. She is placed on a pedestal, to be adored and treasured and eventually loved (even before the delicious Jonathon Drazen realizes he is, in fact, falling for his little song bird).

The dynamics and chemistry between these two is undeniable. The strength of their love is something that every person on the planet wishes for, but that strength is only discovered in heartbreak, trials, and tribulations. Yet there are those moments—the good stuff—in between. And it’s not all sex. It’s protection. Honesty. Vulnerability. Forgiveness. And so much more.

I know this probably doesn’t help anyone decide whether or not to take a chance on Jonathon and Monica, but maybe this will….

There is only one other series in my entire reading history that I wish I could read over for the very first time. Songs of Submission is now added to that very short list. I would give anything to re-read Jonathon and Monica’s story over and over again, but completely anew each time. Because nothing beats that first time. The emotions. The joy. The tears. The love. The heartache. The bringing to life of characters that are so real, they become a permanent part of you.

Long live The King and his goddess! And a HUGE thank you to CD Reiss for sharing this story with the world. Expect to be stalked….errr….followed. 😉

BUY LINKS FOR SONGS OF SUBMISSION
Beg
(Currently Free)
Submission Series Bundle #1
(Beg, Tease, Submit)
Submission Series Bundle #2
(Control, Burn, Resist)
Submission Series Bundle #3
(Sing, Coda, Dominance)

 

STALK CD REISS:

Facebook | Twitter | Website | Goodreads | Pinterest | Instagram

 

 

 

 

 

saucy Siren pic

 

Share this:

★ Release Day & Giveaway ☆ Coda: Songs of Submission #9 by CD Reiss

Will Jonathan and Monica get their happily ever after?
Find out in CD Reiss’s newest release!
Coda is NOW AVAILABLE!
Blurb
Did you want a pat little ending about Jonathan and I riding off into the sunset? Did you want flowers and stars? Man, I wish it was all soft filters and violins. I wish we could fight about who cleaned the bathroom or who was cooking dinner. But I knew I was never destined for simple contentment.
 

 

I almost committed murder for him. I almost tore us apart to save him. How do you get back on the horse after that? Because, I promise you, nothing is the same. Nothing.

 

 

I’ve earned our happily ever after. Now I have to survive it.
 

 

Excerpt
FROM CODA (RATED NC-17)
“You know what, Monica, you don’t even know yourself. Look at you. I haven’t seen you this relaxed in months. The only time you let your worry go is when you give me control. And your worry is what keeps you from being honest.”
I swallowed. Blinked. A torrent of wetness welled behind my eyes, “I don’t want to break the scene.”
“Stay still. Stay naked. Speak your mind.”
“I almost died with you a hundred times. That recovery room, they had you in this induced coma and you looked dead. There were bags of blood. Bags, hanging over you and you were all opened up. And, I’m sorry, I haven’t said this because you’re the one who went through it.” I swallowed a gallon of tears. “I don’t want to see you like that again. But I think about it all the time. I dream about it. I see it when I close my eyes. I want you to live, so I do what I think is going to make you happy and I always get it wrong. Stay or go. I give you attention or none. It’s always wrong.”
“What about your happiness?”
“It doesn’t matter. Not as much as yours. It’s not life or death.”
“It is, Monica. It is.”
I shook my head. “You can’t convince me of that. We can do this hurtful honesty thing all day. You’re the priority and I’m okay with that. Deal with it.”
He nodded, looking down for a blink, then up at me. He reached for my wrists.
“These go behind your back.”
I did as instructed.
“Now, get on your knees.”
I bent them. With my hands behind my back, it was hard to balance.
“Do you need some help?” he asked.
“Yes.”
I thought he’d take me gently by the elbow, but dragged me down. He was right. I was relaxed, totally submitting and trusting him, loving every bit of discomfort he dished out.
“Spread your knees apart.”
I did, too slowly for him. He kicked them wide.
“Do you remember your safeword?” He asked, unbuckling his belt.
“Yes.” A tingling rush went down my spine with the promise of his dominance and the way it made me forget how fragile he really was.
His cock was out in the next second. “Open. Your. Mouth.”
 
The Complete Submission Series
Eight book bundle of the Submission Series…
ONLY $3.99
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1DXdDG1
About the Author
 
 

CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon 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 embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles.

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 give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.

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

Stalk Her: Facebook | Twitter | Website | Goodreads | Pinterest | Instagram

GIVEAWAY
Paperback of Coda
$75 Amazon Gift Card
Share this:

★ Review ☆ Coda, Songs of Submission # 9, CD Reiss

WARNING;
This book is beautiful, brutally raw.

If you haven’t read the complete Songs of Submission series, you need to as Coda is the Final in the series. This will contain spoilers for the other books in the series.

Grab the Complete Submission Series HERE

How do you sum up perfection in a short review without giving everything away?

I don’t know, but I will try.

You see, Christine is one of those very rare authors who doesn’t just write a book for you to read, she gives you a family, a book boyfriend/girlfriend, or in my case, a book hubby (BH’s are reserved for extra special loves that forever live in your heart), the best of friends and a world where you don’t want to leave.

So, from the bottom of my heart, I just want to say,

Thank you for the most epic world, Christine.
And for my Book Hubby Jonathan
(and Capo, can’t forget him 😉 )

Jonathan and Monica, as well as the other Drazen’s and their partners, aren’t just characters on paper (or screen) they are living people. Every emotion is real, it’s felt. Their pain shreds Our hearts while you are reading and before you know it, you’re ugly crying while cuddling up to your fav pillow (or in my case, my poor dog lol)

The sex … It’s ridiculously hot! Don’t bother with panties, it’s not worth it.

From the beginning we have seen it all, witnessed the chasing, their lust grow to love, the hurdles they conquered together, losses, self-discovery, highs, lows and everything in between.

Now, it’s time these two get their Happily Ever After.

Sequoia Hospital has taken more than just Jonathan’s old heart, It’s taken a part of them both.

Her strong, fiercely protective, dominating King has lost his voice, stern hand, and his confidence in himself.

His mouthy, obedient, carefree Goddess is no longer, she’s lost her love.

Coming back from death with a strangers heart has changed Jonathan. He can’t seem to shake the mistrust and fear that he has of his new heart, of his borrowed time. So he treads carefully and far more gently then he or Monica is use to, throwing the dynamics out of whack.

Monica is on auto-pilot since returning home with her husband.

She no longer feels the comfort and security that his Dominance brings her which has led her to more of a caregivers position. She’s taken it upon herself to make sure he is doing everything he needs from his medication and diet to his shit-shakes and exercise.

Jonathan wants a legacy to leave behind. His sudden desire for children has thrown Monica. She wants tiny red-haired Drazen’s, but with the reality of them being without their father weighs heavy on her heart.

 
She wants as much time with her husband, but instead of cherishing and living every second they have, she is stuck counting down the days he has left.
 
How can these two get back to their true selves? Honestly, they can’t.

His time is limited.

She is petrified of the things she will do to keep him with her.

He is petrified of leaving her alone.

Their fear is crippling them, and their marriage is barely surviving.

Coda will take you on a journey to get these two reclaiming themselves and getting back to each other.

Through their heartache, crippling fear, gut wrenching sorrow, we watch them come through it all, bringing them out the other side, showing you just how much magic true love really has.

The King and His Goddess …. Will they survive to live Happily Ever After?

Find out on March 18th, HERE
 
* ARC PROVIDED BY THE AUTHOR FOR AN HONEST REVIEW *
 Available from;
Amazon US / UK
 iBooksNook, Google and Kobo 
 
 
Want to connect with CD? 

 

Share this:

★ The Most Anticipated Cover Reveal ☆ CODA, Songs of Submission #9 by CD Reiss

PRE-ORDER AVAILABLE!
Release Date: March 18th
Blurb
Did you want a pat little ending about Jonathan and I riding off into the sunset? Did you want flowers and stars? Man, I wish it was all soft filters and violins. I wish we could fight about who cleaned the bathroom or who was cooking dinner. But I knew I was never destined for simple contentment.I almost committed murder for him. I almost tore us apart to save him. How do you get back on the horse after that? Because, I promise you, nothing is the same. Nothing.

I’ve earned our happily ever after. Now I have to survive it.

The Complete Submission Series
Eight book bundle of the Submission Series…
ONLY $3.99
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1DXdDG1
About the Author

 
CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon 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 embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles.

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 give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.

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

Stalk Her: Facebook | Twitter | Website | Goodreads | Pinterest | Intagram

Share this:

★ Release Day + Giveaway ☆ The Complete Submission Boxset by CD Reiss

Due to popular demand, CD Reiss’s Complete Submission…

the complete eight book bundle of the Submission Series…

is NOW AVAILABLE on ALL RETAILERS.

As a bonus, the first three chapters of Coda are in the back, and CD Reiss promises they’re hot as hell.

Amazon US / Amazon UK / B&N / Google Play

 

Blurb

This bundle contains books 1-8 of the USA Today Bestselling Submission Series, and totals 1300 pages of intense, steamy romance that will leave you breathless.

***

Jonathan Drazen.

Gorgeous. Check.

Charming. Check.

Smart. Check.

Rich. Hey, I’m not gonna complain.

All the ingredients for a few nights of mind-blowing pleasure are right there. He’s made it perfectly clear he can’t love me, and I’m not out to fall in love either.

But I can’t stay away from him. He’s got this bossy way about him in bed. The word “Sir,” falls from my lips, and when he tells me to get on my knees…well, my knees have a mind of their own.

I got this. I can be his slave for a few nights and walk away unscathed.

We get in. Get it on. Get the hell out. Done.

He knows the line between love and lust. It’s right between my legs. Now, let’s see if that line blurs for me.


 

Excerpt
FROM THE SUBMISSION BUNDLE (RATED X)
“Get on your knees.”
Even through the phone, I could tell Jonathan was using his dominant voice. I got nervous that I would dampen the expensive panties so badly the protective paper at the crotch would curl and peel off. “Yes, sir.”
Facing the dressing room mirror, I got to my knees. The black garter and stocking I was trying on looked as though it had been taped on me. The black satin belt slung low on my hips held the straps that dropped down my thighs with silver rings.
“How does it look?” he asked.
“I think you’ll like it.”
“How does it make you feel?”
“You really want to know?” I asked.
“I’m sitting in the back of my car, thinking about you. It’s wall-to-wall traffic. So, yes, I want to know how it makes you feel.”
I heard women outside the dressing room door. Their soft conversations and laughter were muffled by the clothing draped around the room, lingerie with bows and clasps and metal rings set into lush satins and elastics. Every piece I’d tried on aroused me, and when he called, the addition of his voice to the mix brought me near tears.
“How do I feel?” I asked. The carpet dug into my knees, and I was goose bumped from the air conditioner, but that wasn’t what he meant. The black satin bra’s cups were made of two panels that could be moved for access. It felt so comfortable, I didn’t even know I had it on. The curves of the underwear accentuated the length of my pelvis. “I feel like fucking.”
I heard him take a breath. I did enjoy shocking him. “Tuck the phone under your left ear.”
“Done.”
“Done?”
“Done, sir.”
“Put your left hand on the mirror,” he said. “Lean on it.”
“Yes, sir.” My hand spread on the mirror like a starfish. It would leave a mark.
“Put your right hand between your legs.”
“Jonathan…”
“Do it.”
My cunt clenched with anticipation. I stroked lightly through the string of cloth, sucking air between my teeth from the tingle of the touch.
“Get under the fabric,” he said, as if he could see I hadn’t put my fingers on my skin.
“Yes, sir.” The word sir seemed to vibrate not just outward, to him, but inward, down a thick nerve connecting my vocal cords to my core. When I slipped my fingers under the panties, I shuddered.
“You wet?”
“So fucking wet,” I whispered.
“Your legs spread?”
“Yes.”
“Look at yourself in the mirror.”
I did, and I was greeted by a face slack with arousal, flushed with sex. “Yes, sir.” I watched myself submit to him, in that outfit, as if I needed to be more turned on. Outside the door, I heard a throat clear.
“How do you look?” he asked.
“I look like I can’t stay in here much longer without someone coming.”
“You got that right,” he mumbled. Papers shuffled on his side. He was working while telling me to finger myself. A true multitasker. “Stroke your clit and all the way down to that beautiful hole.” I groaned, my cheek caressing the phone. “Keep going. Work your clit. Go around it twice, then over the top.”
I did, and the heavenliness came as much from my own touch as the knowledge I obeyed him. “Oh, Jonathan.”
“Put two fingers in.”
My pussy clenched around my fingers, kissing them, sucking them in. The heel of my hand found my clit as I pushed my fingers in and out.
He whispered, “Tomorrow night, when I see you, I’m going to put my fingers in you and lick you until you beg me to stop. Then I’m going to squeeze your clit with my lips until you come again.”
“I want you.”
“You will have me.”
“May I come?” There was a distinct possibility he’d say no, and I was so far gone, holding off my orgasm would hurt. “Please let me come.” His silence tormented me. “Please, sir.” I smiled a little. I never thought I’d actually want to call a lover sir. But it felt good, and right, and fun.
I hears his smile as he said, “You may.”

I pressed my whole hand along my wet cleft, feeling everything from the tingle around my pussy to the powerful ache at my clit, back and forth, slowly. My breathing got hard and short. I had to keep it down. If I could hear myself, someone else could as well. I closed my eyes and buckled. My hand left the mirror as my back arched, encompassing me in heat from my knees to my waist. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. My hips pumped as pleasure washed over me in impossibly long waves. The phone dropped to the carpet.

FROM CODA (RATED NC-17)
“You know what, Monica, you don’t even know yourself. Look at you. I haven’t seen you this relaxed in months. The only time you let your worry go is when you give me control. And your worry is what keeps you from being honest.”
I swallowed. Blinked. A torrent of wetness welled behind my eyes, “I don’t want to break the scene.”
“Stay still. Stay naked. Speak your mind.”
“I almost died with you a hundred times. That recovery room, they had you in this induced coma and you looked dead. There were bags of blood. Bags, hanging over you and you were all opened up. And, I’m sorry, I haven’t said this because you’re the one who went through it.” I swallowed a gallon of tears. “I don’t want to see you like that again. But I think about it all the time. I dream about it. I see it when I close my eyes. I want you to live, so I do what I think is going to make you happy and I always get it wrong. Stay or go. I give you attention or none. It’s always wrong.”
“What about your happiness?”
“It doesn’t matter. Not as much as yours. It’s not life or death.”
“It is, Monica. It is.”
I shook my head. “You can’t convince me of that. We can do this hurtful honesty thing all day. You’re the priority and I’m okay with that. Deal with it.”
He nodded, looking down for a blink, then up at me. He reached for my wrists.
“These go behind your back.”
I did as instructed.
“Now, get on your knees.”
I bent them. With my hands behind my back, it was hard to balance.
“Do you need some help?” he asked.
“Yes.”
I thought he’d take me gently by the elbow, but dragged me down. He was right. I was relaxed, totally submitting and trusting him, loving every bit of discomfort he dished out.
“Spread your knees apart.”
I did, too slowly for him. He kicked them wide.
“Do you remember your safeword?” He asked, unbuckling his belt.
“Yes.” A tingling rush went down my spine with the promise of his dominance and the way it made me forget how fragile he really was.
His cock was out in the next second. “Open. Your. Mouth.

Author Information

CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon 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 embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles.

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 give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.

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

Stalk Her: Facebook | Twitter | Website | Goodreads | Pinterest | Intagram

GIVEAWAY


$50 AMAZON Gift Card


Share this:

★ Review ☆ Sing, Songs of Submission # 7, CD Reiss

Book 7, Sing. 166pg ebook
 
“I kissed him like I kissed him every time since he fell into my arms— like it might be the last.” 
  
I…. No…. How…. Why…. WOW!
  
This book took me a little longer than I thought it would to read, I actually had to have a few breathers in between. 
CD ripped my heart out and threw it into the blender, then casually stuffed it back in my chest…. multiple times.

Normally my reviews go up right after I have finished, not the case with this one, you guys would be reading a blubbering mess if I did.
So, Sing starts a little after that dreaded cliffhanger in Resist. Jonathan is in hospital after he collapsed and lost consciousness at the sight of his father’s handkerchief in Monica’s hand, and things are not going to smoothly for him.  
 
“Have me, please. I was wrong. You’re not the sea under my sky. You are the sun I revolve around, the stars that mark me, the moon rising through me. I’m lost without you. And if you won’t have me, I’ll break, I swear to God. I know it’s selfish, and I’m sorry. Let me serve you. Have me as yours. Let me live under you.”
 
Jonathan is far from the strong, controlling and dominating man that we have gotten used to. He is fragile and weakened, and laying up in the hospital, is the vision we have. 
He is surrounded by everyone and we meet his sisters, I have to say, I love Margie. We also meet his mother and get some insight of Declan, the sneaky, selfish bastard!  And all he wants is his Goddess.
Monica has to keep everything together and is failing. 

Her world is falling apart, her job, her career and her personal life. She doesn’t see a way to change any of it. But she isn’t willing to give up, an idea forms in her mind, an unthinkable and quiet shocking  idea, one that may leave her separated from Jonathan, She knows that she will need the help of the one man that it would kill Jonathan to know she was speaking to, Declan. Declan is willing to help, but it will cost her. And Jonathan. He wants to speak with Jonathan, or he wont help Monica get the “window” she needs. The “window” to save Jonathan.

 
Jonathan will do anything and everything to protect Monica, to grant her any piece of happiness. Even agreeing seeing his father at her request? 
I will never look at key rings the same way again, that is all I am saying 🙂
 

“You’re a manipulative bastard, a brazen liar, and a sadist. You’ve brought me to my knees. You’ve dominated me. You’ve told me who I am and then challenged me to be it. If you made me strong enough to stand up to the world, let me stand by you. If you completed the woman I am, let me be that woman in your honor. Every part in my body is dedicated to you. Every note I sing. Every breath in my lungs. My pleasure and pain. Take me. Let me serve you. Let me be yours.” 

Sex? Well not so much, but that doesn’t make this book any less incredible.
In fact, despite my poor heart giving out on me a few times, I really love the depth of this story. The love that shines through is felt. The way he needs her as much as she needs him comes across loud and clear. Now, that’s not to say that there isn’t any sex, and like normal, keep the toys handy ladies 🙂
 

“He kissed me at the base of my neck. His lips were full and soft, more than lips; they were the physical manifestation of every taste of longing, every tingle of desire, every scorch of ambition.” 

Oh your probably wondering where Jessica is during all of this, well lets just say, the bitch is finally paying 😉
 
I laughed, cried, gasped, prayed, got angry and cried again, this book rips your heart out, but CD gives it back to you, just not in the same shape it was before you started. Don’t forget your tissues when you start this one, they are really needed. 
 Now, I am off to read Monica, I am told this one is the band-aide 🙂Then, on to the long wait for Spin, out on 15th March, 2014.
Available from;
 
Back   Home   Next
 
Want to connect with CD? 
Share this:

★ Review ☆ Resist, Songs of Submission # 6, CD Reiss

Book 6, Resist. 128pg ebook
“I feel like no one’s ever loved me before.” 
“I’m sure they did their best, but you always belonged to me.”
The first thing you see is a big ‘ole warning from CD

“FAIR WARNING
Massive Cliffhanger at the end”
Yes, I know you forewarned us at the start, but, far out woman!!!! 
Now that that is out there, let’s move on.
 
So, at the end of Burn, Jonathan and Monica finally patch things up, he declares his love for her, and then BAM! Out come the handcuff, and not in a kinky way.
 
Jessica has her claws out and wanting money, so what does she do? Bitch has Jonathan charged with domestic violence, and she has proof. A nicely welted ass and a recording of the events, edited in her favor of course. 
 
Monica is hell bent on protecting her man at any cost, even going into the bitches den.
And like always, terrified of losing her that he is secretive with her, pushing her to do some really unthinkable things, leaving both of them hurt. 


“We are bound. I can’t be unfaithful to you any more than the sky can be unfaithful to the sea.”

Jonathan has some very big self-loathing moments, he believes he will destroy any and every woman he loves, pushing him to put a wall up and shut out everyone, Monica included.
His past is starting to fall into place, but I feel we still have a long way to go before we understand it entirely.
Thankfully, the dark cloud of the full events of that night with Rachel is uncovered when Jonathan’s memory of it all come flooding back. 
 
Now to the sex, because come on, everyone wants to know this, and what can I say, CD delivers.
*I will never look at a tea bag the same way again, just sayin’*
The start so damn quick in this book, and are so much more dominating. 
I’ve seen words like Hot, sizzling and pantie melting, let me tell you all now, those words don’t even come close. CD has gone above and beyond any of the sex scenes in the other books combined. Don’t get me wrong, they are sizzling, hot, pantie melting moments, yet they are more, this books should come with a warning, or maybe a vibe?  Just a thought lol
Oh, I almost forgot, Darren, how I  love him being all aggressive 😉 


“Just stop. The next time I hear you two broke up, I’m sending out wedding invitations.”

Ok, Ok, in regards to my earlier “we’re not friends” gif, who am I trying to kid?  

                        CD, I”m off to read the next in the series, Sing

I heard a little rumor that there may be an 8th book? 
I will have to hunt around and see what I can find out.
Fingers crossed  
Available from;
 
Back   Home   Next
 
Want to connect with CD? 

 

Share this:

★ Review ☆ Burn, Songs of Submission # 5, CD Reiss

Book 5, Burn. 197pg ebook


“What we have isn’t something we made. It’s something that existed before we even met.” 

Ok so I am just going to get this off my chest and out there….  
Much better 😉
 
Burn is in both Jonathan and Monica’s POV again, and I am so glad CD choose to continue like this. Watching how they both are dealing with things draws you deeper into the story.
Jonathan is patiently waiting for Monica to return to him after leaving him standing alone at the door as she ran off in the cab. He keeps tabs on her, just to feel close to her. To know she is safe. To have some form of her in his life. To show her that she belongs to him, not just her body, but her heart.


“I feel your hands on your phone when you read my texts.”
 

Monica does everything she can do to keep away from him, and away from her house after the cameras were found. She plods along, and on the outside she seems fine, coping with being alone once again. But on the inside, she is a mess. She has realized that she loves the one man who she can’t have. It would ruin her. But she can’t really let go. 


“I missed his sharp tongue and his strong arms. Yes, I missed his dick and all our play, but it was the loss of his stare, the warmth of his attention, and the emotional safety of his sphere of influence made me feel unmoored.” 

The bitch rears her head once again, she can’t leave well enough alone, and rocks up at Jonathan’s, wanting him back, begging for him to take her how he likes, Jonathan knows she is up to something, he just can’t put his finger on it. Or belt. 
 
Monica finishes up her art project with Darren and Kevin when things take a turn for the worse, and throw Jonathan right back in her lap, leaving her fighting her inner self for control over the situation. But this time, Jonathan isn’t willing to just play a game and bed her, he wants her for Keeps, and is prepared to wait for her to come back to him, willingly and without it being about sex.

“What do you want Monica?”
“I want you.”
“You want me, what?”
“To take me to bed.”
“No.”
“No?”
“I’m not a toy.” He said it while kissing my ear and touching my throat, his erection firm on my belly. He used his most tender voice. “You can’t throw me away, then reel me back whenever you feel like fucking.”

The sex, or should I say the sexual tension during this book is incredible, there was so many time I screamed at my kindle “Just f*** her already!” I must have seemed like a crazy woman to some of my family and friends 😉
Jonathan is even more lovable than ever if you can believe that. His self-control and restraint is flawless, flawlessly frustrating. But the wait ….. so worth it. The soft and gentle Dominant with the wild begging Goddess. The new addition to their little sex list ::fans face:: H.O.T, and that’s not from the steam in the bathroom.
 
Just when you think things are finally looking up, the sky is beautiful, Monica is in Jonathan’s arms, and he has just let out some earth shattering news, and BAM! CD rips the rug out from underneath us and leaves us with the mother of all cliffhanger endings, having me yet again yelling at my poor kindle. 
I just KNOW Jessica is behind this, all of this!!! 
Available from;
 
Back   Home   Next
 
Want to connect with CD? 

 

 

Share this:

★ Review ☆ Control, Songs of Submission # 4, CD Reiss

Book 4, Control. 158pg ebook
“I’m yours. My pleasure is yours. My wet pussy is yours. You own me, Jonathan. You are the master of my fuck.” 
CD, I love you woman, but I don’t really like you at the moment ::insert sad face::
 
At the end of book 3, I questioned if CD could hold the control. In short, The woman has me like putty in the palm of her hand. 
It’s been a few hours since I finished the book, I was hoping a little time between would help me get my bearings back. I was wrong.
 
I was a little nervous about starting this one when I realized that it skips from Monica’s POV to Jonathan’s every other chapter. I have seen other’s attempt this, and also witnessed the disastrous end result.  Thankfully, CD is a kickass author who not only pulled this off but did it PERFECTLY. Getting more of a glimpse into Jonathan’s head and finding out exactly what’s going on in there, gives this series a whole new dimension. Because let’s face it, who doesn’t want to be all up in Jonathan’s head? 
 
So, this picks up where Submit finished, with the budding, kinky romance between the King, Jonathan and his little goddess, Monica.
Jonathan is doing things he hasn’t done since his ex-wife, he is opening up a little, letting parts of himself show to Monica, even takes her on their first real date. And what a date that one is.

“I wanted to be under his control, under his dominance, under him. I wanted to forget myself in him, and to forget the shame of wanting it so bad.”

As they fall deeper into their roles of Dominant and submissive, Monica starts to accept who she truly is, and gives in to her own desires. And her heart. While Jonathan is letting go a little, he is still keeping a bit of distance. Or so he tells himself.
 
The sex….one word,  DAYUM!! When Jonathan slips into his Dominant persona, things heat up fast. Alternative restraints, whipped cream (and not used in the typical sexual way) and spankings to make it hard to sit, This book has it all as they move into more of an SM sexual relationship. These two also have their loving moments, but neither one can deny their true selves.  No matter how much sex these two have, it never gets old or boring, like in a lot of other books.

“Mine” he said, pressing my hand to where we coupled, his sliding shaft against my wet flash. “This is us together. I own it. This body is my plaything. Your ache is mine. Your orgasm is mine. Your hunger is mine. Your dirty thoughts are mine.”

Finally some light from Jonathan. His history is coming to the surface, bit by bit, he is sharing with Monica. But he still keeps his bigger secrets to himself, especially the one about Kevin. After buying Kevin’s art piece, “Faulkner Coal Mine”, he gains the rights to everything and finds some dark and disturbing truths about Kevin. Ones that leave him to worry about Monica’s safety.
Speaking of her safety, someone is keeping a close eye on Monica, monitoring her home and her every move, creepy stalker alert!! 
 
Monica’s career is looking promising, a big shot wants to hear her sing, something original, not a problem, or so she thought. That was until Jonathan’s sister and ex-wife walk in, and she realized that Jessica will Know it’s about her and Jonathan’s personal life. Topped off with the fact that she still hasn’t shared this with Jonathan, this could be a disaster.

“We wove words under Popsicle trees,The ceiling open to the sky, and you want to own me with you fatal grace and charmed words. All I own is a handful of stars, tethered to a bag of marbles that turns. Will you call me whore? Destroy me, make me lick the floor, twist me in knots, turn me into an animal? Will I be a vessel for you? Slice open your lying box, through a low doorway for our shoulds and oughts. Choose the things I don’t need, no careless moments, no mystery. And you need nothing. My backward bend doesn’t feed. I will own you, Tie you, I will collar you, Hurt you, Hold you, and take you. You will be a vessel for me.”

As normal, CD leaves you hanging with teary eyes and dying to know what happens next. 
Between his bitch ex-wife Jessica, her crazy ex Kevin, the song and the creepy stalking, can these two make it last? Well its off to read Burn
 
Available from;
 
Back   Home   Next
 
Want to connect with CD? 

 

 

 

Share this: