COVER REVEAL Kinky Sexy Dirty by Christine Reiss from Becca the Bibliophile on Vimeo.
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Release Date: March 29th
Author Note: You’re going to notice that the cover doesn’t say CD
Reiss. It has a real first name, and it’s a name I’ve always been grateful to
have.
I’ve discovered that The Submission Series is considered
quite dark and scary to some readers. I didn’t realize that when I wrote it. I
was just turning myself on. So, in the interests of making it easy for new
readers to separate the lighter from the darker, I’ll be using a full first
name on some of my new work.
CD Reiss will be the darker stuff. Everything from
Submission to Perdition and what’s in between (and darker, if I have it in me).
I’m going to label lighter stuff with Christine Reiss. I
missed Shuttergirl and it may be too late to change that. But going forward,
any fun kink that doesn’t go into serious pain up to light, fun romance will be
Christine Reiss. Kinky Sexy Dirty will straddle the line. Since it’s kinky
without being as dark as Submission I think it’s a great place to start with
the new pen name.
I’ll be promoting from the same accounts, same email
lists, same everything. So fear not, this shouldn’t create confusion, only
clarity.
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Blurb
Cocky. Sexy. Charming.
Out of my league.
That's
Dash Wallace. A toe-curling, sheet-ripping mistake waiting to happen.
It
would be helpful if he'd stop moving with the grace of a hungry cat. Or staring
at me with his thumb stroking the stitches of his World Series ball. We're
talking about the game but all I can think about is how much of my body he can
cover with those hands. It's keeping me from concentrating on what his lips are
saying.
Which
is dirty. All dirty. I have to gird my freaking loins against this guy. I'm
determined to know his secrets and he seems determined to get into my pants.
Sleeping
with him could ruin everything, and let's face it, I don't trust him enough to
let him anywhere near me.
Smart. Witty. Direct.
Sexy as a fastball low and
inside.
That's
Vivian Foster. A real pistol with legs till Tuesday.
I
can't get around her. She has a way of asking me one thing
and
meaning another, which I'd manage fine if I could get my mind off all the
things
I want to do to her. On the desk. In bed.
With-a-feather-blindfolded-and-her-hands-tied-to-the-headboard kinds of things.
She
doesn't trust me. Just like everyone else, she thinks I gambled against my own
team.
She's
wrong, and I'm going to prove it.
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