Title: The King
Author: Tiffany
Reisz
Date of
Publication: November 25, 2014
Summary:
Cunning. Sex. Pure nerve. Only this
potent threesome can raise him to his rightful place as ruler of
Manhattan's kink kingdom.
Bouncing from bed to bed on the Upper East
Side—handsomely paid in both bills and blackmail fodder—Kingsley Edge is
brilliant, beautiful and utterly debauched. No carnal act or chemical compound
can relieve his self-destructive apathy—only Søren, the one person he loves
without limit or regret. A man he can never have, but in whose hands Kingsley
is reborn to attain even greater heights of sin. He plans to open the ultimate
BDSM club: a dungeon playground for New York's A-list that'll change the scene
forever.
The club becomes Kingsley's obsession—and
he's enlisted some tough-as-nails help. His new assistant Sam is smart,
secretive and totally immune to seduction (by men, at least). She and Kingsley
make a wicked team. Still, their combined—and considerable—expertise in
domination can't subdue the man who would kill their dream. The enigmatic
Reverend Fuller won't rest until King's dream is destroyed. It's one man's
sacred mission against another's….
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Tiffany Reisz is the
author of the internationally bestselling and award-winning Original Sinners
series for Mira Books (Harlequin/Mills & Boon). Tiffany's
books inhabit a sexy shadowy world where romance, erotica and literature
meet and do immoral and possibly illegal things to each other. She describes
her genre as "literary friction," a term she stole from her main
character, who gets in trouble almost as often as the author herself.
She lives in Portland, Oregon. If she
couldn't write, she would die.
Find Tiffany Online:
Q/A with Tiffany
-Do you have a favorite book or
author you like to recommend? Do you have a comfort read?
I have a set of books I regularly recommend
to people. Want to read amazing literature? Read my favorite novel of all time
All the King’s Men by Kentucky author Robert Penn Warren.
Want to read the most moving love story I’ve ever read? Read The
Vintner’s Luck by Elizabeth Knox. My comfort reads are Sherlock
Holmes short stories and Agatha Christie’s Poirot novels.
-What is your guilty
pleasure?
I’d need to feel guilt to have a guilty
pleasure. Buying office supplies I don’t need is probably the closest I get to
a guilty pleasure. I buy them and think about all the people out there who
don’t have awesome office supplies like I do and I feel bad for them.
-Favorite Meal?
Coffee and an ice cream sandwich is my
version of a “Power Lunch.” The combination of tastes is glorious.
-If you weren’t a writer, what
would you be?
My non-writer dream job is train engineer
(what? I like trains). My realistic non-writer job would be working in a
bookstore. That’s what I was doing when I started my writing career.
Excerpt 1:
“How much trouble am I in for getting out of
the car without permission?” Kingsley asked.
“None,” Søren said, and Kingsley was wildly
disappointed. “Let’s go. We can make it back to school by tonight.”
Kingsley followed him back to the car. The
driver opened the door for them. When they were alone again, Kingsley said,
“Or…”
“Or what?” Søren demanded.
“Or we could find a hotel and fuck in a real
bed for once.”
“We’re not on a date. And here I was
wondering where the real Kingsley had gone.”
“What do you mean?” he asked as the driver
opened the car door for them. He slipped inside and Søren followed. They were
on the road again before Søren answered.
“When you were with Claire—I wasn’t sure you
were the same Kingsley I know and barely tolerate.”
“Why? Because I like kids?”
“You were good with her.”
“Kids are fun,” he said. What else was there
to say?
“I never considered you would like children.”
“Well…I do. So what?”
“Nothing,” Søren said, laughing to himself.
“Nothing at all.”
“I know you see me as some kind of pervert,”
Kingsley said. “But believe or not, I am a human being. Yes, I like kids. I
might want kids someday. I don’t have much of a family anymore. If I want a
family I’ll have to make my own. Sometimes I have thoughts that don’t have
anything to do with sex. I’m not just your toy, you know. I have feelings and—”
His impassioned “I have feelings” speech
ended abruptly when Søren grabbed him hard by the back of the hair and brought
his mouth down in a brutal kiss. Kingsley almost pulled away so he could finish
his tirade before realizing he wanted the kiss so much more than the fight.
Kingsley returned the kiss with equal and
greater passion. Søren yanked Kingsley’s jacket off him and threw it on the
floorboard. Kingsley pulled his own shirt off and rolled on to his back on the
bench seat. He’d remember the sensation of leather on his bare back all his
life.
“Have you ever had sex in the back of a Rolls
Royce?” Kingsley asked, trying not to rip Søren’s shirt in his rush to unbutton
it. He needed Søren’s skin on his skin right now.
“No,” Søren said. “But ask me that question
again in an hour.”
Before Kingsley could respond to that, Søren
grabbed his wrists, pinned them over Kingsley’s head and kissed him
again—deeper, slower, but no less punitive. Kingsley groaned, and Søren slapped
a hand over his mouth.
“Quiet,” Søren said into Kingsley’s ear. “We
aren’t alone, and I’ll gag you until you choke if I have to. Understand?”
Kingsley nodded against Søren’s hand. A
curtain and partition separated them from the driver. He couldn’t see them, but
if they were loud enough, he could hear them. He’d disobeyed Søren’s orders to
stay in the car, he’d yelled at him and talked back. He was going to get it
this time.
Good.
Søren kissed him again. Kingsley kept his
sounds of pleasure to a minimum even when Søren reached between their bodies,
unzipped Kingsley’s pants, and stroked him hard. Every muscle in Kingsley’s
stomach tightened. He sucked in his breath sharply from the shock of pleasure.
It took every bit of self-control not to moan audibly.
“You like this?” Søren asked.
“God, yes, so much,” Kingsley said, lifting
his hips against Søren’s hand. He spoke in French and English. He was about to
lose control of more than his language skills if Søren didn’t stop touching him
like that.
“I think you like it too much.” Søren rose up
on his knees and looked down at Kingsley.
“I don’t. I really don’t. I like it exactly
as much as you want me to.”
“You’re pathetic when you’re turned on.”
“I am so pathetic right now.”
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