Monday 25 September 2017

Blog Tour, Review & Excerpt ~ King of Code by CD Reiss


King of Code, an all-new intriguing and sexy standalone from CD Reiss is available NOW!


King of Code by CD Reiss 
Publication Date: September 18th, 2017 
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Book Description:

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.


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Reviewed by Donna ~ 3 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***

“I wanted to hire her, fuck her, kill her, and decode her.”

To say I was eagerly anticipating this one would be a huge understatement. I love reading about cybercrime, I love watching programmes about it, I am fascinated by it and while what I probably know about it is the tip of the iceberg, I am constantly hungry for more. So, when one of my favourite authors writes a book about it, you can be sure I’m going to read it and devour it.

“God didn’t make me sleep with you…Even though I see him when I do.”

As with any CD Reiss, the writing was flawless. I adore the way this author constructs her sentences, her paragraphs and her chapters, hell her books are always a work of art. The amount of research, time and effort that went into this book must have been a huge undertaking and I appreciated every single cyber morsel that I devoured.

Taylor is a computer genius who has spent years developing the un-hackable code. His baby would make him billions as conglomerates, governments etc grapple to get their hands on it. So confident is he in his ability he opens his programme to the press on launch day and is mortified when it seems the un-hackable has indeed been hacked. Taylor’s programme is being held to ransom and as he finds himself in a small town, quick on the heels of the hacker, it seems he has more than underestimated his nemesis.

Harper is one of a kind with a heart the size of Texas and is one of the most compassionate and selfless people I have read about in a long time. Harper’s heart belongs to the little town where she lives where life is a struggle because of the economy or lack of it. Harper’s reasoning behind this hack is to help her town, not herself. This is the platform she needs to tell the world.

“Harper Barrington, you are working with so much bad data…Sorting it out is going to take me a lifetime of loving you.”

The suspense element was fantastic, the cyber speak was engrossing but for me though, I felt that the pacing was off, what was a book I should have devoured, in places became a struggle to read, it just didn’t hold my interest and I found myself putting it down when normally it would have had to have been prised out of my hands. I would have liked more connection to Taylor and Harper, I just didn’t feel them as a couple in my bones and normally with CD Reiss you cannot help but feel everything. I still liked it, I just didn’t love this one, which hurts.

“I’m not your boyfriend. I’m half of your binary pairing.”
“You’re the one to my zero?”
“I’m your mate. A boyfriend can be stolen. A mate can’t.”


“About time!” the older lady shouted.
“Is Harper back?” I asked, handing the bags to the blushing redhead.
As if summoned, Harper came through the swinging door, keeping it open so everyone could get past. She looked at me through the screen.
“You coming in?” she asked.
“We need to talk.”
“Did the decryption key work?”
The door slapped closed behind her as she came out, and we were alone. The way the setting sun hit her cheeks made her glow, and the strands of gold hair at the edges looked translucent. She belonged on a postcard.
I kept forgetting she was holding me hostage. I kept forgetting I needed to think strategically. I had more at stake with this girl than I’d ever had with another.
“Did you doubt it would work?”
“Not really. I’m just making conversation.”
“What are the thorns about?” I pointed at the thorn bed that had eaten my phone and went down the stairs to the yard.
She came after me. “Don’t you have these where you’re from?” She snapped a dry twig off the end.
“Roses? Yes. Impenetrable, groomed thorn bushes in our yards? No.”
“It’s not normal to give the gardeners in town something to do?” We walked around the perimeter.
“You are not normal.”
“It still blooms in spring. It’s really nice. You should see it.”
We were at the back end of the yard, where the very top of the factory’s roof cut the horizon.
I took her hand, pulling her to a stop. “Harper.”
“Taylor?” Her hair flew in her mouth when she turned, and she drew her finger across her cheek to get it out.
What was I supposed to tell her again? That I knew we’d interviewed her. That I didn’t give her the job despite her having a leg up on everyone else we saw.
But was I contrite? Accusatory? Was I just going to relay information? What did I want out of her after I told her I knew?
“Thank you for helping today,” she said. “If you’d asked me when we met, ‘Would Taylor Harden help clean the factory?’ I would have said, ‘No, not for any reason.’ But there you were. Pushing a broom. Scooping up shit. Not being an asshole.”
“My watch was at stake.”
“Yeah. Whatever. You can say what you want to keep your reputation as a shithead intact.”
“I have a reputation as a shithead?”
“You know you do.”
I did know it, and I reveled in it.
She faced me and put her other hand out. I took it, holding both hands between us. I couldn’t help it.
“Well, you guys are such a bunch of sad sacks I had to help. And let me tell you, every guy in Barrington has a little asshole in him. Trust me. I’ve played pool with them.”
“I want to say…” She stopped herself as if she really didn’t want to say. “Let’s get together tonight and get you another decryption code. But… saying this is stupid.” She bit her lip.
“Say it anyway.”
“The sooner you get four codes, the sooner you leave.”
I looked at our hands so I wouldn’t have to look at her.
“I’m not sure if I want that,” she said.

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About the Author: 

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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