From New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss, comes the sexy and passionate title…PRINCE ROMAN, a new novella brought to you by 1001 Dark Nights! Grab your copy of this amazing novella today!
About PRINCE ROMAN:
Rules for my new job:
1) Do not have sex with a man in the office (again).
2) Do not break Rule #1
I’m playing it cool, clean, and professional…until I meet Roman Bianchi. He’s not an insecure nerd or an ego-hole like the other kings of Silicon Valley. He’s charming and handsome. He’s fun, funny, and smart.
He’s also in the office across the hall.
Two broken rules waiting to happen.
I can’t lose this job over some guy.
But Roman’s not just some guy. Under that suit and cocky smile, he’s a prince.
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Raven and Roman, oh where do I even begin? I have loved every story CD Reiss has put out, but this quick novella for the 1001 Dark Knights series, was such a fun and quick read that I absolutely loved it. I loved how quickly I connected with the characters and how I fell in love with their office romance. While this was a quick read, it packed so much heart and emotion, and was able to draw a conclusion to two colleagues that was forbidden and against the rules. Raven works in the law office that Roman is trying to make partner at. When things between them take a turn that is forbidden, even more forbidden and dirty things happen between them.
Will this one night hook-up be left at just that? Can either of them move on from just one night or one weekend? Will he sacrifice his career to be with her? All these questions will be answered in this super sexy and romantic novella by CD Reiss.
*I received an ARC of this title at my request and am providing this voluntary review*
If Raven Crosby hadn’t picked up some hacking tips from QI4, I’d eat my shoe.
She’d left as they were growing. Kept her stock options. That never happens. She was also still friendly with Taylor Harden, the hacker brain behind QI4’s quantum system.
I figured they’d parted on good terms. Maybe with something hanging over Taylor’s head.
My team ended up with a few folders on her. I told myself I was a lawyer. Collecting data on people was what I did for a living.
But this was different.
A week in, I was obsessed with her ebony hair and eyes. Lashes drawn on with black Sharpie. Her voice was hypnotic in meetings, and was only heard after long stretches of listening. The night before, she’d tipped her hand, showing me that she’d peeled the curtain back to get intel on me. I didn’t feel violated as much as vindicated. The attraction was mutual. She wouldn’t have done it for any other reason.
“I’ll be there at eight,” I said to my sister, Teagan. We had a dinner planned half an hour before, but I didn’t want to go. It wasn’t the rain that pounded on the windows. It wasn’t my sister. Teagan was fine, but the office was empty and Raven was right across the hall, working in the glow of a desk lamp.
“You better be,” she said. “I’m starving and I need to get drunk.”
“Get a head start at the bar.”
“I’m not going to sit at the end of the bar by myself with a drink. Do you even know what it’s like out there for a girl?”
I didn’t know firsthand, obviously, but I knew enough from her. Teagan was a career gamer and game designer. One of the best. She had a sweet, harmless face that made her approachable to even the most beta of betas. Regardless, even the betas tried to compete with her once they knew what she did. I was exhausted on her behalf.
Across the hall, Raven stood and clicked off her desk lamp.
“Leaving now,” I said, cutting the call. I grabbed my things and headed out, timing it perfectly so we met in the hall.
“Hi,” I said.
She nodded and gave me a non-committal smile. We spoke often, but never a word that didn’t have to do with the human resources software implementation and how it would protect Neuronet from liability.
“It’s raining,” I said. “You taking the elevator to the parking lot?”
The executive lot was underground, on the other side of campus. If you wanted to get there underground, without crossing the courtyard and getting rained on, you had to take the elevator.
“Yes.” She started down the hall and I followed.
“I’ll walk you.”
About CD Reiss:
C.D. Reiss is a USA Today 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.