Sacred Sins left me stunned. I am so sad that some secrets have to stay. But it was also the best duet I have read this year! You have to read Sacred Sins to close 2018 right.
Margie is still keeping her family in line, or fixing what they broke. She is the key holder for the Drazen clan. Jonathan plays a huge part in this story while some more truths come out. When we got towards the ending I could barely breath with all the angst that was flowing through me. I had shed a few tears and had to take a few breaks.
Sacred Sins is a powerful and will emotionally have you tangled through the twists and new turns. Strat still plays a huge part of this story. Margie and Indy have gone through so much and my heart hurts for them with all the years lost. We meet a couple of new characters, and they have a vital role in this game of chess. C.D. Reiss knows how to keep the readers in turmoil, but also knows how to piece them back together in the end.
“Deliciously shocking.” ―Laurelin Paige, New York Times Bestselling Author
You know what they say about family.
Blood is thicker than water.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
A house divided cannot stand.
Margie is the keeper of her family’s secrets.
Six sisters and one brother.
Billions in assets.
Generations of malfeasance.
And one heartbreaking secret kept by three people.
Her father, Declan.
And Drew—the man she loves.
You know what they say about secrets.
Three can keep them if two are Drazens.
There’s never been a Drazen who went down without a fight. And there’s never been one who didn’t fight for love.
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“Drew?” I said into the darkness. “Indiana Andrew McCaffrey, stop fucking with me. I’m in no mood.”
My eyes adjusted. I stepped farther in, letting my hand drift over the counter edge. They’d changed it to cheap flipper granite. The cabinets were presswood veneer. But still, I touched them as if they were original Douglas fir and my name was Cin.
His voice didn’t surprise me. I didn’t jump ten feet or stiffen with shock when I saw his silhouette against the doorframe. Hearing him was a relief. The binds keeping my shit together weren’t unknotted completely, but they loosened. I hadn’t felt tense in a long time because I was so used to being in a state of taut readiness.
His stage name came from my lips without a thought.
“I’m glad you came.”
Sixteen years, and he was glad I came. Fuck him.
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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