Bombshell, an all-new sexy and swoony standalone from CD Reiss is coming May 1st!
Bombshell by CD Reiss
Publication Date: May 1st, 2017
Publisher: Montlake
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Synopsis:
Hollywood bad boy Brad Sinclair always gets his way, whether itβs the role he wants or the bikini-clad model he has to have. But when a bombshell gets dropped in his lap in the form of a dimpled five-year-old from a forgotten relationship, he knows his life is about to change forever.
Cara DuMont isnβt exactly thrilled when she gets assigned to be the nanny for the latest box-office king. She has one rule: no celebrity fathers, especially single ones with devilish good looks and rock-hard abs.
But as soon as Cara meets Brad and his adorable little girl, she knows sheβs in for a world of trouble. Because thereβs something about the way Brad looks at her that makes her believe that some rules are meant to be brokenβ¦
Excerpt:
I got out of bed, dressed in sweatpants and black T-shirt and slapped the window open. He practically fell through it, adorable in his wet tuxedo and red eyes.
βYouβre drunk.β
βI like you. I want you to like me.β
βGo to bed.β
He leaned back out the window, paused. βDo you like me?β
βAgainst my better judgment, I do.β
βOkay.β
He was so drunk he could barely stand.
βPlease go to bed.β
He gave me a salute and walked right through a sprinkler, toward the front house. I closed the window. Brad was lying in the grass facedown, arms and legs in a big X, getting sprinkled on.
I could leave him out there.
I could, he deserved it. But I couldnβt.
I put on sneakers and a hoodie and went outside. He was face-first in a mud puddle. The sprinklers had shut off.
βBrad?β
He didnβt move. I pulled his arm until he was on his back, then pulled both wrists and pulled forward. If Iβm making it sound easy, it wasnβt. I slipped and fell in wet grass, and grunted like a tennis player. But I got him to sitting. Half his gorgeous face was dotted with mud.
βBrad?β
No answer. I slapped him. Nothing. Slapped again, harder. He groaned.
Then I pulled my arm back and really hauled off and whacked him.
βOw.β
βYou have to wake up. I canβt carry you.β
βThat hurt.β
I crouched, getting my shoulder under his arm.
βOkay, Iβm going to count to three. On three, stand up.β
βDo you know youβre beautiful?β
βOne.β
βAnd you smell like a fruit cup.β
βTwo.β
He looked at me, the weight of his head tilting his face at an angle to mine.
βYouβre the queen of the house.β
βThree.β
We lurched up. Took a step left. Adjusted. Stood steady.
βCan I just sleep here?β
βNo. Nicole isnβt going to find your drunk ass on the lawn in the morning. Lean on me.β
We took one step forward, then two. I held his wrist with one hand and his waist with the other. The front of his tuxedo shirt was brown with mud. I got wet wherever his clothes touched me.
βDo you have fantasies, ever?β He hopped onto a new subject as if it was completely natural.
βLike about what?β I asked. His arm around me, his breath soft in my ear. Even his dependence was kind of a fantasy.
βYou know what bothers me about fantasies?β
βWatch this chair here. Whoa.β I pulled him left, narrowly missing tripping over a lounger.
βYou never know if youβre getting it right,β he said.
I turned to him, and found his eyes taking up my entire field of vision and my nose two inches from his.
βLike when I fantasize about fucking you.β
We almost tripped on the entrance. I swallowed my lungs, stomach, and heart in one gulp. He was drunk. He didnβt mean it. He never thought about fucking me.
Not Brad Sinclair.
He was my boss.
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About the Author
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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