Today we have something so fabulous! An exclusive EXCERPT, a REVIEW to a FIVE star duet that is outstandingly good. And a GIVEAWAY for SIGNED SET of books and a $10 Amazon Card on Facebook. Woohooooo! I just want to take a second to remind you guys that this is a DUET. It's TWO books. BOTH books are now LIVE on Amazon. The reading order is as follows:

The Marriage Games (Bk #1)

Separation Games (Bk #2)

WOOHOOOOOOOO! Now on to all the fun stuff. And also, that excerpt is OH. MY. GOD. It will MAKE you want to read. So damn good.

Title: Separation Games
Series: The Games Duet Bk #2
Author: CD Reiss
Release Date: January 3, 2016

The stunning conclusion to the New York Times Bestseller.
There’s one, unbreakable rule in the game.
Stay collected. Compartmentalize. Think your next move through. Never let your heart dictate your tactics.
The heart is impulsive.
The heart makes bad decisions.
The heart doesn’t see the long game.
Because the heart may have decided to get Adam back, but when the endgame comes, the heart’s going to be the first thing to break.
Separation Games is a complete role reversal from Marriage Games. In the first book of this duet, Adam had reluctantly pulled Diana into this game of seduction and submission for his own gain, to save himself if not their marriage. Now, in Separation Games, it's Diana demanding Adam finish those games for her. Separation Games is Diana's fight to keep him, her fight to understand his world, to become a part of it, her fight to show Adam that he can have both a submissive and a loving wife. But Adam is stubborn and determined. He'll agree only to train her to live without him, that's his plan.

I found this story profoundly sad, which is also why I found it so completely addictive. The impending end of the Steinbeck marriage is intricately woven into the awakening of Diana's submission. Adam will teach her how to submit, how to be treated as she deserves to be by a dominant, how to be happy in this new role she's just discovered just as he plans to leave her. This book was an unexpected emotional pummeling. Rejection. Devotion. Frustration. Desperation. The things I was made to feel as I read were deliciously maddening. This sense of fighting an uphill battle, her fighting so hard to get him back when he's so determined to end it is heartbreaking. But the pain is addictive. The pleasure, the joy, the hope wouldn't be as satisfying without that sharp edge of pain within this story.

This is absolutely my favorite storyline from CD Reiss to date. The build from page one of Marriage Games to the very last page of Separation Games, the layering of this entire scenario, the utterly devastating cliffhanger leading into the seamless transition into book two, the way the two books seem to mirror each other by a thin veil of glass waiting to be shattered, it's all just perfection. This epic battle to save a marriage against a partner who no longer wants it, the desperate war to save oneself if nothing else, the struggle to be loved and find the ability to love, the unearthing of their truths, the discovery of what they're capable of, of what they can have if they allow themselves to, it all culminates into this captivating package that I couldn't get enough of. The romance, the sex, the broken boundaries, this messy web of love and devotion and fear all illustrated masterfully by CD Reiss' absolutely stunning writing make for a duet that is nothing short of brilliant. 

Jessica's Rating:

He took my hand, putting it in his lap as if it was finally home. “What are we doing?” he asked.
“Screwing up.”
“Like it’s our job.”
“If you’re going to do something, I say, do it all the way.”
  He squeezed my hand. I was jarred by the way he looked in the direction of the window, but not through it. He didn’t look like the commanding Dominant who had been my partner for the past few weeks. As handsome as ever, and graceful and sharp, a leader and a decider, but not the same. 
He faced me. “I don’t know how to fix this.”
The streetlights glinted off the light in one eye and his jaw locked, catching things he’d never say. He looked like a man I knew and abandoned. Manhattan Adam.
“We can’t fix it,” I said, putting his hand in my lap, watching our clasped hands make a new form. I rubbed the outside of his thumb with mine, feeling it’s familiar shape, the strength of the knuckle and the texture of his skin on mine. “We have to build something new. And we can.” I looked up from our hands to his face.
Could I make him feel my optimism? Could I take a piece of it onto a fork and lift it to his lips? Would they part? Would he let me lay it on his tongue? Would he chew and swallow, saying “I do. I do believe we can, I do.”
He didn’t say that. He didn’t believe, but his lips needed to touch my belief and his tongue needed to taste my hope.
I don’t know if I kissed him or if he kissed me, but it felt like a first kiss, with full quivering that left me paralyzed at his nearness. The act of two tongues tasting each other was so intimate between strangers, so taken for granted over time, and so rarely is the wonder of it felt through to the bone.
He was licorice. Fennel and leather. And he moved like cool water, reacting to my movements, countering with his hands and his mouth, covering me with his attention. The kiss was the sway of sex, the smell of it, the carnal desire without the promise of anything but another dance.


CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon 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.

Critics have dubbed the books "poetic," "literary," and "hauntingly atmospheric," which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she's some sort of braggart who's too good to chop a cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.





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