Bombshell, an all-new sexy and swoony standalone from CD Reiss is now LIVE!
Bombshell by CD Reiss
Publication Date: May 1st, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hollywood bad boy Brad Sinclair always gets his way, whether it’s 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 isn’t 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 she’s in for a world of trouble. Because there’s something about the way Brad looks at her that makes her believe that some rules are meant to be broken…
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4 Stars from Tiffany!
Originally I found C.D. Reiss from her series Songs of Submission, which I loved. To see her go from that genre to Hardball, to Bombshell is a sign of pure talent.
"He tasted like a bad decision. He tasted like the thing you always said you shouldn’t have done, but didn’t regret anyway."
While predictable, it was fun to get to know both Brad and Cara. She had such a good head on her shoulders, I knew it was going to be interesting to see what Brad had to do to win Cara over. Cara is a woman with a plan and that plan doesn't include being a nanny to the stars. She's seen it go all kinds of wrong before.
Brad is "new money" or a "new star" if you will and is still in awe of how Hollywood works. The women, booze and doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Learning that he fathered a child five years ago, who is now on his doorstep, is totally cramping his style. After seeing Cara in action with his Bombshell, she was the only one he wants around his little girl.
Cara is a tough sell, however seeing Brad so out of his element with the little girl, she agreed to step in for thirty days. Sure he's a star and she vowed to never work for one again, but with the time limit, things will be a-okay. Famous last words.
Brad worms his way into the heart of Cara of course, but it wasn't easy and there are still speedbumbs in the road ahead. They both carry secrets that could change feelings once they get out. That was the excruciating part, the secrets and the aftermath, always my favorite.
"I’d fallen in love with a man and his daughter and it was a disaster."
The book is well written from dual points of view. Very sexy and angsty and lots of Hollywood gossip to laugh at. I see it's the first in a series and am excited to see what's next.
The front door opened. I expected a housekeeper or butler, but it was the actor himself.
I hadn’t forgotten how beautiful he was; I’d just chosen not to think about it.
“Ma’am,” he said. Southern boy. Parents together. Christian elementary. Public secondary. Two years at USC Drama. Dates his costars for a month after the wrap party, then moves on. Poring through the trades and making calls, I’d discovered he’d spend at least eight of the next twelve months overseas doing action movies, but most had postproduction in town.
“Mr. Sinclair,” I said, holding my hand out. “Nice to see you outside a bathroom.”
He shook my hand.
I’d shaken plenty of famous hands attached to gorgeous men, but my imagination was sparked by the way his fingers slid against mine to grasp them and the way our palms pressed together. My mind clouded over with ripped sheets, hard muscles, and soft skin.
“Pleasure’s mine,” he said and my brain skipped like a trip on a cracked sidewalk over the word pleasure.
He didn’t give me the oversincere hand-over-clasp to show me how damn happy he was to see me, but there was something intimate about that half a second.
Just a consultation.
I followed him into the house. Dora Donovan had designed it. Looked like her with her faux-midcentury white couch and shag rug. That wasn’t going to work with playdates unless he wanted to keep an upholsterer on staff.
We went through the living room to a smaller room with a pool table smack in the middle. It had a stained glass Budweiser lamp over it and was racked for nine-ball. Dora Donovan had nothing to do with this room, for sure.
“Wanna sit?” He held a chair out for me. The glass-topped table was just inside the open patio doors and was set with iced tea.
“I’m not a date,” I said kindly, indicating the iced tea setup. “Just so you know. You don’t have to do things like hold the chair for me.”
“Habit, I guess.”
He sat opposite me.
“Chivalry is nice. But with the nanny, whomever you hire, it can be misconstrued.”
He smirked a little, as if misconstruing his own thoughts. I cleared my throat and pulled my jacket closed.
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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