Decadent… Sensual… Forbidden…
Meet the Masters of Blasphemy…
Navy SEAL Noah Coleman knows how to do two things well: underwater demolition and hand-to-hand combat. So renewing his enlistment is a no-brainer until he receives a message about his cousin’s aggressive terminal cancer. A quick trip home confirms the worst, which means his niece Bella will become his responsibility.
Elementary school guidance counselor Teagan Shaw has known Bella since her son announced the two were best friends. The shy little girl is also on Teagan’s radar because of Bella’s early signs of gifted aptitude. But Teagan is more concerned about the military man thrust into the role of single parent.
While Noah adjusts to civilian life and Eagle’s Ridge, he and Teagan begin forging a friendship. But Teagan has a secret, a shadowy figure from her past who is intent on returning to torment her.
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It took me a couple of chapters to figure out who was who in Noah, as far as the secondary characters. Likely because Noah is book #6 in the collaboration, but once I settled into the story it all flowed smoothly in that can’t-put-it-down way.
I loved that Noah and Teagan develop a friendship before they dove into a relationship. For Cristin’s Titan fans, it’s a slight departure from her usual style. There’s no imminent danger to throw the couple together. Unless you count the color pink, tutus, and glitter as imminent danger to a former Navy SEAL, then yes, there’s lots of that. But Noah and Teagan’s relationship builds like a slow burn before it finally rages to life.
When the threat did make an appearance it was a tad unbelievable, but whatever. It’s a romance book, I read it for the fairytale.
I loved Bella and Will. If only my own kids got along that well. *Sighs wistfully* Like I said, I read it for the fairytale.
Although I’ve only read this one book in the collaboration, I’m very intrigued by the rest of them and they’ve been added to my TBR stack. Loved this concept. Loved the book.
Noah drew in a slow breath, searching for the right words. But they didn’t come. Who knew what those were supposed to be when they’d gone through the heartache that had pitched them together.
“Teagan.” He pressed them forward until her back met the cedar wood wall. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Her chin tilted up, her lips parting with tiny breaths he wanted to capture with a kiss.
“And that’s foreign to me.” He towered over her, but he gave her enough space that she could roll away, plenty of room so he could take in more than just her face. But she smelled like flowers. Not sweet but strong and wild. Noah ducked his cheek to hers, brushing his lips close to her ear.
Her palms smoothed the front of his Henley. Not pushing away, not grabbing for more.
Together they were back at the same line as in the kitchen earlier. The one they’d both eased away from. But this time they toed the line, savoring and wondering, testing whether the Do Not Cross was a figment of their imagination, a simple cautionary tale that they’d concocted for no good reason, or if hormones and arousal were calling the shots.
Teagan slid her cheek against his mouth, and he stifled a groan.
“Neither do I,” she whispered. “No clue.”
He chuckled quietly, leaning his weight against her. “It’d be easier if one of us knew.”
Pressed between them, her fingernails scratched down his stomach, and he nuzzled his nose against her neck, breathing against her skin and memorizing how she smelled. Teagan’s soft murmurs made the hairs on the back of his neck stand, and he let his lips drift to her cheek.
“I’m going to kiss you on one condition,” he whispered.
“What’s that?” Teagan’s breathlessness made his heart pound harder.
He let the rush roll through him then teased her lips with his, not making contact, keeping them a breath apart. “That neither of us will be sorry.”
“Promise.” Teagan’s fingers tightened against his chest. “I won’t be.”
Cristin Harber is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author. She writes sexy, steamy romantic suspense and military romance. Readers voted her onto Amazon’s Top Picks for Debut Romance Authors in 2013, and her debut Titan series was both a #1 romantic suspense and #1 military romance bestseller.
If you’ve read my 1,001 Dark Nights reviews, you know that I usually rave about them. Well…I can’t really do that this time. I enjoyed Prince Roman, don’t get me wrong, but for a novella it took me a long time to read. The thing is, I can’t really put my finger on why. It’s not a bad story, the characters are well written and they have the conflict and spark I usually look for, and the steamy scenes were nice and steamy, but for some reason I didn’t connect with this book. I wanted to, because I love the 1,001 Dark Nights novellas. I don’t have anything negative to say about Prince Roman other than I can’t rave about it like I normally would…
As a lover, I hadn’t had a future with Taylor, but I’d been attracted to him. Suits, cleanliness, and attention to detail got me off. Ego-holeness didn’t.
The only reason I’d ever had a date in Silicon Valley was the pure odds that something had to make sense with someone. After all, I was a highly desired specimen, so rare in the wild that I attracted attention wherever I went. Numbers had been crunched. Articles had been written. The odds of my existence were infinitesimal. In this particular corner of California, I was a unicorn.
Meaning, I was a single female of child-bearing age.
I had my pick.
The guy with the mutton chops he thought were neat-o, or the dude in the Van Halen T-shirt that had the porousness and smell of Swiss cheese. The guy who couldn’t stop talking about World of Warcraft or the one who mentioned he went to grad school “in Cambridge” four times in four minutes. The experts on beer, custom-tuned guitars, gastropubbing, and social awkwardness. I’d dated boys in men’s bodies, humorless geniuses, closet Nazis, and unapologetic sexists who could rattle off the most convenient stats, studies, biological “facts,” and “cultural norms” that proved a woman’s place was in human resources doing anything but hiring other women.
Taylor had been a pretty good deal, everything considered. He at least showed me enough coding and IT to make me valuable in system implementation.
“But never again,” I said to Masy on the walk from the parking lot on the first day. The weather was standard-issue California perfect but seemed just a touch more perfect on the way into my new job. It was going to stay that way. “No more intra-office fucking.”
“Trust me,” she said, popping her lips off the green straw sticking out of her frothy coffee, “you’re safe from dating anyone at Neuronet. It’s like a cross-section of the worst of them.” My best friend, roommate, and fellow single-female unicorn worked in the marketing department. She’d mentioned the VP opening in HR systems when it opened up. Neuronet was as excited to meet me as I was eager to work with them.
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.
About Ride Wild (Raven Riders #3)
Brotherhood. Club. Family.
They live and ride by their own rules.
These are the Raven Riders… Continue reading