Review + Excerpt: BOMBSHELL by CD Reiss @cdreisswriter

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Review + Excerpt: BOMBSHELL by CD Reiss @cdreisswriterBombshell by CD Reiss
Series: Hollywood A-List #1
Published by: Montlake Romance
on May 1, 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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From New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss, a standalone romance about a nanny, a Hollywood star, and a love they never expected.

Hollywood bad boy Brad Sinclair always gets his way, whether it’s the role he wants or the bikini-clad model he has to have. But when a bombshell gets dropped in his lap in the form of a dimpled five-year-old from a forgotten relationship, he knows his life is about to change forever.

Cara DuMont isn’t exactly thrilled when she gets assigned to be the nanny for the latest box-office king. She has one rule: no celebrity fathers, especially single ones with devilish good looks and rock-hard abs.

But as soon as Cara meets Brad and his adorable little girl, she knows she’s in for a world of trouble. Because there’s something about the way Brad looks at her that makes her believe that some rules are meant to be broken…

One of my MOST ANTICIPATED READS of the year did NOT disappoint! BOMBSHELL by CD Reiss was such a FANTASTIC READ! I’m a HUGE fan of Reiss’ work and I absolutely CRAVE the darker sexy side of her writing, but with romances like ShutterGirl, HardBall, and Bombshell – she knocks it out of the park and makes me crave this delightful and different side to her writing! It really doesn’t matter what genre Reiss writes in, because she is just such an incredibly talented writer, I would ready ANYTHING this woman puts in front of me!

“His tongue found its way into my mouth. He tasted like a bad decision. He tasted like the thing you always said you should have done, but didn’t regret anyway. A little bit of starlight. The tart sting of the forbidden and the sweetness of a sin you think you’re getting away with.”

CD Reiss showcases just what she can really do in BOMBSHELL. A newly appointed single father tries to balance a 5-year-old that was dropped in his lap, with his booming career as a Hollywood star. An LA nanny who wants NOTHING to do with anything ‘celebrity’, falls hard for the little 5-year-old girl who is going on 20. When her dream job of looking after the son of two gay bankers falls through, she decides to help out her best friend and signs on to co-nanny the daughter of Hollywood bad boy Brad Sinclair, after Brad’s persistence. She’ll give him a month and then she is walking away. But the sweet and adorable Nicole Garcia isn’t the only one she is falling for.

“You’re never going to forget me.”

Brad, Cara, and Nicole were just AMAZING characters! The storyline was unique in the fact that this wasn’t your typical single dad romance. Of course, Reiss needs to put her spin on it and delivers in the BEST POSSIBLE WAY! BOMBSHELL was an incredible and emotional read that hit me right in the gut. It was sexy. It was entertaining. It was an all-around dreamy romance that left me with a full heart and a mended soul. Another successful page-turner from one of the QUEENS of all things ROMANCE!

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The front door opened. I expected a housekeeper or butler, but it was the actor himself.

I hadn’t forgotten how beautiful he was; I’d just chosen not to think about it.

“Ma’am,” he said. Southern boy. Parents together. Christian elementary. Public secondary. Two years at USC Drama. Dates his costars for a month after the wrap party, then moves on. Poring through the trades and making calls, I’d discovered he’d spend at least eight of the next twelve months overseas doing action movies, but most had postproduction in town.

“Mr. Sinclair,” I said, holding my hand out. “Nice to see you outside a bathroom.”

He shook my hand.

I’d shaken plenty of famous hands attached to gorgeous men, but my imagination was sparked by the way his fingers slid against mine to grasp them and the way our palms pressed together. My mind clouded over with ripped sheets, hard muscles, and soft skin.

“Pleasure’s mine,” he said and my brain skipped like a trip on a cracked sidewalk over the word pleasure.

He didn’t give me the oversincere hand-over-clasp to show me how damn happy he was to see me, but there was something intimate about that half a second.

Just a consultation.

I followed him into the house. Dora Donovan had designed it. Looked like her with her faux-midcentury white couch and shag rug. That wasn’t going to work with playdates unless he wanted to keep an upholsterer on staff.

We went through the living room to a smaller room with a pool table smack in the middle. It had a stained glass Budweiser lamp over it and was racked for nine-ball. Dora Donovan had nothing to do with this room, for sure.

“Wanna sit?” He held a chair out for me. The glass-topped table was just inside the open patio doors and was set with iced tea.

I sat.

“I’m not a date,” I said kindly, indicating the iced tea setup. “Just so you know. You don’t have to do things like hold the chair for me.”

“Habit, I guess.”

He sat opposite me.

“Chivalry is nice. But with the nanny, whomever you hire, it can be misconstrued.”

He smirked a little, as if misconstruing his own thoughts. I cleared my throat and pulled my jacket closed.

About CD Reiss

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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