🌹Read My Review + an Excerpt From Romantic Suspense: The Chateau: An Erotic Thriller (The Original Sinners) by Tiffany Reisz!🌹

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Book Title: The Chateau

Author: Tiffany Reisz

On-Sale Date: June 5, 2018 (Worldwide—eBook, Paperback, Audiobook), November 5, 2018 (Worldwide—Signed and Numbered Hardcover)

Genre: Erotica / Romantic Suspense

Page Count: 284 pages (eBook/Paperback), 342 pages (Signed and Numbered Hardcover)

 

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The Chateau: An Erotic Thriller (The Original Sinners) Kindle Edition by Tiffany Reisz

 

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As the Jack-of-All-Wicked-Trades for a secretive French military intelligence agency, Lieutenant Kingsley Boissonneault has done it all—spied, lied, and killed under orders. But his latest assignment is quite out of the ordinary. His commanding officer’s nephew has disappeared inside a sex cult, and Kingsley has been tasked with bringing him home to safety.

The cult’s holy book is Story of O, the infamous French novel of extreme sado-masochism. Their château is a looking-glass world where women reign and men are their willing slaves. Or are they willing? It’s Kingsley’s mission to find out.

Once inside the château, however, Kingsley quickly falls under the erotic spell cast by the enigmatic Madame, a woman of wisdom, power, and beauty. She offers Kingsley the one thing he’s always wanted. But the price? Giving up forever the only person he’s ever loved.

 

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This is an exclusive excerpt from The Chateau: An Erotic Thriller, on sale this June from 8th Circle Press…

The dream always begins the same way. In the winter. In the woods.

Kingsley stands in snow surrounded by shadows. None of the shadows are his because he’s not really there. He leaves no footprints as he walks. He does not see his steaming breath as he breathes. He is a ghost in this white forest, but he is not the only ghost here.

Before him stands a door.

It’s an arched wooden door alone in the woods. It belongs to an old chapel, but there is no church here, no chapel, no house. Only a door. Kingsley can walk around the door, but nothing will happen. Nothing will happen at all until he steps through it. The iron latch is cold enough to bite his bare fingers, but he doesn’t feel this either. He lifts it and passes through the door, because that is where the boy in white waits for him.

The moon is full and high, and the snow is bright, and he can see the young man so clearly it’s almost as if it were daytime, almost as if it weren’t a dream at all.

The boy in the clearing is beautiful, his hair so blond it looks almost white. His hair is white and his clothes are white, not snow white but a purer white, a baptismal white.

Kingsley speaks a word—either the boy’s name or “sir.” When he wakes he can never remember what word he says.

The boy, luminous in his pure white clothing, stands next to a table made of rough stone and on the stone table is a chess board made of ice.

Even though it is a dream, and no one has spoken but him, Kingsley knows he is supposed to sit and stay and play the game. It’s the rules. If he doesn’t play, he’ll wake up, and the last thing he wants is to wake up now, to wake up ever.

He sits opposite the young man with the white-blond hair. The chess board is between them. Everything is between them.

Kingsley moves his pawn.

“You’re not really here,” Kingsley says to the boy with the snowy hair and the silver eyes. The boy’s beauty renders the dream a nightmare because Kingsley knows when morning comes, the boy will be gone and nowhere does such beauty exist among his waking hours. Not anymore.

“How do you know?” the boy asks, moving his king.

“You look eighteen,” Kingsley says, moving another pawn. “You’re twenty-five now. I’m twenty-four.”

The boy moves his king again. “In your memory I’m eighteen.”

“That isn’t how you play,” Kingsley says. “You can’t move the king like that.”

“It’s my game,” the boy in white says. “I move my king however I want. Don’t you remember? Don’t you remember the way I moved my King anywhere and everywhere I wanted him to go?”

Even in the snow and the cold, Kingsley grows warm.

“I remember.”

Kingsley moves his bishop.

The boy in white moves his king again.

“I don’t know how to win this game,” Kingsley says. “How can I win if I don’t know the rules?”

The boy in white narrows his silver eyes at him. “You’ve already won.”

“I have?”

“To play is to win, if you’re playing with me. Isn’t that true?” the boy asks with an arrogant smile in his eyes.

Kingsley knows this is true though it galls him to admit it. He doesn’t care who wins the game as long as the game between them goes on forever. He moves another pawn and the boy in white captures it.

To be the pawn captured in that boy’s hand…

“How do you keep finding me?” Kingsley asks.

“You came to me,” the boy says. “I’m always here.”

“I lost you,” Kingsley says. “Seven years ago. I lost you.”

“No,” the boy says, smiling for the first time. His face is like Michelangelo’s David, passive and powerful and carved from pale marble. His eyes are granite and if Kingsley had a chisel he knows he could chip away at the boy’s chest until he uncovered an iron and copper wire heart beating inside a steel ribcage.

“No?”

“You lost you,” the boy says. The smile is gone and it has begun to snow again. When it snows, Kingsley knows the dream is almost over. All he wants to do is stay asleep a little longer. All he wants to do is stay asleep forever.

“How do I find you again?” Kingsley asks. “Please, tell me before I wake.”

“You don’t find me,” the boy says. “I find you.”

“Find me then.”

“When it’s time.”

“When will it be time?”

The boy in white moves his hands over the board and Kingsley looks down. The ice king lays on the board broken in two pieces.

“When?” Kingsley asks. He is a child again, asking a thousand questions in the quest for a single answer. The snow is falling harder now, heavy as rain and hot as tears. “Tell me when, please…”

The boy leans across the board as if to kiss him, but instead of a kiss, Kingsley is given an answer.

“When you find you.”

Between the kiss and the answer, Kingsley would have picked the kiss.

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The Chateau (The Original Sinners, #9)The Chateau by Tiffany Reisz

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

THE CHATEAU is book 9 in The Original Sinners series. If you’re a Tiffany Reisz fan, you’ll moan and groan at me when I say that this was my very first read from her. And I suppose, technically, it can be read as a standalone. I mean in my ignorance, I never realized that this one was part of a series and I was still able to read it pretty easily. Having said that, I think you’d get a hell of a lot more out of it if you began the series at the beginning!

Kingsley Boissonneault is a lieutenant in the French military intelligence (almost like the CIA I guess). He’s tasked with an undercover assignment: find an “in” to a secret sex cult where women make the rules and men obey. Then locate his commanding officer’s missing nephew. This isn’t Kingsley’s normal mission but when he finally meets the Madame of the house, he’s more than intrigued with the beautiful sadist. Could Kingsley be happy in this upside down world of BDSM?

Ok, let’s begin with the obvious…this is an erotic BDSM romance! It’s got a lot of sexy steam in it but it’s written in such a way as to be almost classy. Sounds weird, I know, but it definitely works. Author Tiffany Reisz had me absolutely enthralled with this strange world where women are the masters and men willingly serve them. It definitely gave me a lot of insight into BDSM and more specifically, sadism and masochism.

I loved Kingsley! Oh my goodness, this poor man had such a skewed view of love. He needed to come to terms with who his true self really was and accept that he required something that perhaps is taboo to most, which I suppose is a journey we all make at some point. He was snarky and funny, alpha hotness half the time and submissive the other half, an utterly complex character that had me rooting for him to find his HEA.

Then when I got almost to the very end, I realized that, NO, Kingsley might NOT get his happy ever after! WHAT?!? This isn’t supposed to happen in romance! It wasn’t until I read the epilogue that I finally understood Ms. Reisz’s direction for her character. See, if you’re like me (a clueless goof) and haven’t read anything from The Original Sinners series, here’s the key: this book is more like an “episode”, a chapter in Kingsley’s life. He DOES get his happy ending, just not in this book! What does this mean? It means that I unequivocally must go back to book 1! Told entirely from Kingsley’s POV. I voluntarily read and reviewed this book.

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*ARC provided by Netgalley

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Goodreads Link: Goodreads

 

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unnamedTiffany Reisz is the USA Today bestselling author of the Original Sinners series for Mira Books and Mills & Boon, including the RT Book Reviews Best Erotic Romance 2012 winner The Siren and the LAMBDA Literary Award-winning The King. Her novel The Saint won the Romance Writers of America RITA® for best Erotic Romance in 2015.

Follow Tiffany on Social Media: Facebook • Twitter • Instagram

About 8th Circle Press

8th Circle Press is a Lexington, Kentucky-based publisher of literary friction. For more information, visit our website at www.8thCirclePress.com.

*All material provided by Tiffany Reisz and 8th Circle Press

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