“My new obsession. I'm eating every word of this series and begging for more." — Alessandra Torre, New York Times bestselling author
New York Times Bestseller CD Reiss goes back to her roots with a dark, intense tale that breaks boundaries and shatters expectations in Rough Edge.
Who do you love?
The decent man you married?
The surgeon shattered during the war?
The emotionless Dominant who appears in his eyes more and more often?
All of them?
Even when he breaks you?
Even when he makes you beg?
Is there no pain or pleasure he cannot deliver?
What will you sacrifice to heal him?
Will he sacrifice his sanity to protect you from the exquisite torture of his cruel hands?
This is more than a marriage.
It’s a crack at the edges of the mind and heart.
It’s a promise written in the heavens and a wound splitting the sky.
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5 Stars from Tiffany!
She Always Makes me Think
When it comes to C.D. Reiss, there is no skimming or rushing through her books allowed, otherwise you won't know what in the heck is going on. Rough Edge is no exception. This book has various story lines surrounding our main couple and I'm not even going to try and figure out where it goes from here.
"Our life together will be built into the best from what survived the worst."
Such a menacing statement that tells the truth. Back from the war, both Greyson and Caden are trying to fit into civilian life. On the outside, he's doing a better job than her. Greyson was looking to be a lifer, until her love for Caden finally brought her back home.
As they set up to live happily ever after, realization starts smacking them right in the face. Caden wore his mask well, however when it starts to slip, it's all Greyson can to to help her husband understand himself. She knows what he went through overseas and she can help, but only if he'll let her.
"I didn't want to become a patient in my own marriage."
Wow! Such a powerful and sexy book (of course it is with C.D. Reiss in the wheelhouse). This author seems to be the only one I will read now a days with sex scenes of this nature. I became a fan of hers after the Submission series and Rough Edge has brought me back into her world. It seems the sex with her characters isn't written to be gratuitous, there's a reason or purpose and will take a few books to find out. Of course we are left wondering, but it's a good wonder. Until the next book.
READ AN EXCERPT:
In the dark, during the fundraising video, she leaned into me, taking my hand. “What’s going on?”
“Caden.” My name was more than a statement. It was a comment on how well she knew the animal, and how well she loved it.
If eyes could listen, hers did, gazing at me in the darkness. I couldn’t lie to her for much longer.
The entire invite list was watching the video. The bar was empty. The hallway lights were dimmed. The kitchen staff moved constantly and quietly to set up the buffet.
I laced my fingers in hers. She had a gold band we’d gotten out of expediency. No big sparkling rock. No sign I’d ever courted her properly before marrying her.
My father always said a man didn’t skip steps if he wanted to do something once.
I slid my cheek to hers and whispered in her ear, “I want to destroy you.”
Her hand tightened in mine so tightly I could feel our bones. Her glands must have fired, because the apples and the perfume melded and became something so uniquely her my balls ached—but not for simple release. For something more. An agreement of ownership.
Waiting wasn’t an option.
Pulling her by the hand, I headed for the hallway.
“Caden,” she said when we were away from the event, “slow down.”
I didn’t. I couldn’t. I pulled her down the carpeted steps to the lower level, stepping over a velvet rope at the bottom. The lights were out in the hall. Three doors led to three empty event rooms.
“What’s with you lately?” she asked.
“Are you saying no?”
“I’m asking a question.”
I backed into one of the rooms and pulled her in. It was dark but for light coming from under the doorways on each side. I walked in deeper, eyes adjusting quickly enough to avoid the tables and stacks of chairs on wheeled dollies.
“So am I.” I faced her. “Are you saying no?”
“What are you hoping I’ll say yes to?”
“I’m going to pull that dress up until I can get to these hard nipples.” I pinched them through the dress and she gasped. “Then I’ll bend you over one of these tables and fuck you so hard walking’s going to hurt. Are you saying no?”
“I’m not. But I want to know what’s going on with you.”
“Pull your dress up before I shred it.”
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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