King of Code by CD Reiss is an exciting new stand-alone contemporary romance! Get a sneak peak with this exclusive excerpt from the novel due to hit shelves September 18!
About ‘King of Code’ by CD Reiss:
From New York Times Bestselling author, CD Reiss, comes a sexy tale of secrets, intrigue, betrayal, and a love worth crossing a continent for.
Taylor Harden is a man on the edge.
The edge of fame. The edge of untold wealth.
The edge of utter humiliation.
He built an unhackable system, and in front of everyone, it’s hacked.
His reputation goes from king to goat in a split second. Boom. Like that.
Some dude in Barrington, USA (AKA Nowhere) has locked down Taylor’s code, and if he doesn’t get it back, he’s going to be wearing a monkey suit for the rest of his life.
Except, this guy? This hacker from Nowhere? He’s not a guy.
Harper Watson’s all woman. And she has a plan for Taylor, his code, and his body.
‘King of Code’ by CD Reiss exclusive excerpt:
My elbows joined hers on the railing. “I’m sorry about before. I was frustrated.”
“Next time I won’t be so nice about it.”
“I can knock a guy’s balls so fast he won’t even know it until he screams soprano.”
“I’m serious. Wanna try me?” She put her hands up and tried to look severe. It didn’t work. She rotated her hands, angling the fingers, one knee up, mouth exposing her fight teeth.
I laughed again.
“Don’t test me, stranger,” she growled.
“Stranger?” I put my hands on hers. “We’ve shared a meal.” I laced my fingers in hers, and she let me. “I’ve met your family and friends.” I pulled her close. She let me do that too. “We broke into a building together.”
“We’re practically best friends,” she whispered.
“The minute I saw you, I thought you were beautiful.” I let my lips brush hers, and they crackled with ozone. “I could barely even speak.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Drawing my lips over her cheek and down her neck, I felt the vibration in her throat when she moaned. I didn’t want to rush, but I didn’t have a lot of time.
She might tell me the hacker’s name in the morning, when she was careless, maybe a little ashamed, wondering if she’d see me again.
Which was possible. If everything worked out with QI4, if I found the hacker and got this thing off the ground, I might get involved with a beautiful creature from a foreign land.
“Believe me,” I whispered. “I’d never lie about something like this.”
My lips found hers. When she spoke, I felt them move. “You’re staying tonight though? The car.”
She wanted it. Her voice was soaked in it. I could seal the deal in three to five minutes.
“I’m staying tonight.”
Lips at the side of her mouth, fingers stroking her neck, I asked, “Do you like to fuck, Harper?”
A little vowel sound escaped her lips. I was too close to see her expression, but her voice told me I’d gotten where I wanted to.
“I think you’re beautiful. I want to see you naked. I want to make you come with my mouth. I’ll make it last a long time.” I paused. She didn’t pull away. “I’d love to bury my cock in you until you come again. And again. And again.”
Her breath fell heavy on my cheek. I pulled back to get a look at her face to see if she was horrified or turned off.
Her lips were parted and wet. Expressive and open. I kissed her.
I couldn’t tell if she kissed me back.
She pressed her face into mine, but her lips weren’t moving or responding. Not that my dick cared either way. It just knew I was smelling and tasting her. It felt me pull her body into it and burst into a raging erection before I had my tongue fully in her mouth.
Her arms stayed around me, but she didn’t move any more than her tongue.
I disengaged completely. I wanted to seduce her, but I didn’t want to take what wasn’t offered. I’d overplayed my hand. Shit.
“Sorry,” I said.
“No, it’s fine.”
“I misread your signals.”
“You didn’t!” She kneaded her hands together. Her eyebrows made an inverted V.
I wanted to believe her. On that balcony, she had a sincerity that went deeper than it had all day. Maybe I’d caught her by surprise, or maybe that was how they kissed out here.
“Well, thank you then.” I reached behind the French doors and hoisted my bag over my shoulder. “Can I get into this room from here?” I pointed at the adjacent set of doors.
“Yeah. Sure. I, uh—”
“I really should get to bed.”
She got in front of me. “I’ll put sheets on it.”
I hadn’t known her for more than a day, but her desperation surprised me. She didn’t seem the type. She was acting as if my attention had higher stakes than a less-than-satisfactory kiss. Of course, I could have been misreading her the way I had a second before. Which she denied. Which meant I wasn’t misreading.
The snake ate its tail.
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.