Will Jonathan and Monica get their happily ever after?
Find out in CD Reiss’s newest release!
Coda is NOW AVAILABLE!
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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.
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.
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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.”
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The Complete Submission Series
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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.
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