Marriage Games (The Games Duet #1) by C.D. Reiss #ExcerptReveal #PreOrder @cdreisswriter @jennw23

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Marriage Games (The Games Duet #1) by C.D. Reiss #ExcerptReveal #PreOrder @cdreisswriter @jennw23

Marriage Games (The Games Duet #1) by C.D. Reiss #ExcerptReveal #PreOrder @cdreisswriter @jennw23Marriage Games (Games, #1) by C.D. Reiss
Series: The Games Duet #1
Published by Flip City Media Inc. on October 25th 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 300
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THIRTY DAYS

ThatÔÇÖs all Adam Steinbeck demands of his wife.Thirty days in a remote cottage, doing everything he demands. After that, heÔÇÖll sign her divorce papers and give her complete ownership of their company.

THIRTY DAYS

ThatÔÇÖs how long he has to rediscover the man he once was. The Dominant Master he hid when he fell in love with her five years ago.

THIRTY DAYS

She wants the business they built badly enough to go to the cottage for a month. Cut off ties to the world and do his bidding. She can submit to him with her body, but her heart will never yield.

She thinks this is his pathetic attempt to repair their marriage.

SheÔÇÖs wrong.

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“Marriage Games is one of the most powerful novels I have ever read. CD Reiss gets into the soul of her hero and heroine and never lets go. A strong, clear picture of the psychological and emotional challenges of a D/s relationship, especially in a marriage. Why it works and why it might not. CanÔÇÖt wait for the next one.” ÔÇòDesiree Holt, USA Today bestselling author


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Excerpt:

ÔÇ£Pull your skirt up.ÔÇØ I said it without acknowledging the possibility that sheÔÇÖd disobey. It felt good to use those words and that tone. To watch her eyes go to the floor.

ÔÇ£Trust me.ÔÇØ I said it so low she was just within range to hear it. ÔÇ£Five minutes. Then we donÔÇÖt have to fight over the car.ÔÇØ

I stepped back and set my watch with a beep. It wasnÔÇÖt about the car for her. The Jag was the least of her worries, but it was a tangible justification.

For the downcast eyes. For the way her breathing changed. Maybe every bone in her body was vanilla. Maybe not.

ÔÇ£Quit any time,ÔÇØ I said. ÔÇ£Just say the word.ÔÇØ

She laid her hands on her hips.

Curled her fingers.

Gripped fabric.

Pulled up her skirt.

The tops of her thighs came into view then met at the crotch. I was hard already and made no move to hide it. She noticed and stopped moving the skirt.

ÔÇ£Higher,ÔÇØ I said as if telling her how to center a picture over the couch. Higher was where it had to be. It wasnÔÇÖt a request.

Up it went, revealing cotton underwear in a pink so pale they were almost white.

ÔÇ£Now what?ÔÇØ she asked.

ÔÇ£How do you feel?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Weird, Adam. Really weird.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Why?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Because IÔÇÖm standing here with my skirt around my waist? Because you told me to? For a car, no less, which is creepy.ÔÇØ

She was so honest. I ached for her honesty.

ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖre not obeying me for an object. YouÔÇÖre obeying me so I do something. Take an action or donÔÇÖt.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£You think thatÔÇÖs not weird?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£No, I donÔÇÖt. And we have four minutes.ÔÇØ I stepped forward. Part of her discomfort was in the physical distance between us. IÔÇÖd stepped away so she didnÔÇÖt feel threatened, but my gaze was keeping her from relaxing. I kept my eyes on hers. I could smell her perfume and feel the shortness of her breath. ÔÇ£Are you turned on?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Sex isnÔÇÖt going to get me back. IÔÇÖm sorryÔÇöÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Touch yourself.ÔÇØ

Her initial shock and offense lasted only a second before she pressed her lips together and reached down, shoulders angling, hand thrusting as if checking to make sure her cunt was still there.

We have hundreds of bones in our bodies, and sometimes we wonÔÇÖt acknowledge the preferences of the ones that scare us.

ÔÇ£Are you wet?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£A little.ÔÇØ

I gripped the edge of the vanity and put my lips near her cheek, millimeters from touching her.

ÔÇ£You donÔÇÖt love me anymore,ÔÇØ I whispered. ÔÇ£But I could always make you wet, and you always came for me. Like our Italy vacation. In Florence. Coming back from that club, in the little alley. Against the wall. I ripped through your underwear.ÔÇØ

Her breathing got shallow and fast.

ÔÇ£I fucked you in the dark, and when you came, you screamed my name so loud all the lights in the apartments went on.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£That was good.ÔÇØ She turned her face toward mine.

When her lips nearly touched me, I pulled away just enough. ÔÇ£I said I wouldnÔÇÖt touch you.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£I changed my mind.ÔÇØ

I wasnÔÇÖt fooled. Her arousal was talking. I owned her. SheÔÇÖd do whatever I told her. But I wanted something very simple. I wanted her pleasure. ÔÇ£Take the juice from your cunt and rub it on your clit. Make it wet.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Adam.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£What?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£WhatÔÇÖs come over you?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Do it.ÔÇØ I felt her arm move against me. ÔÇ£Rub back and forth. Be consistent. One-two-one-two.ÔÇØ

When I felt that she had it, I stepped back. She stopped. Her knees were bent slightly and her fingers had taken her cunt from the side of the crotch, not the waistband. She never ceased to surprise me.

ÔÇ£One-two-one-two, huntress.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Is this your way of getting back at me?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£One-two-one-two. Let me see you come. YouÔÇÖre so beautiful when you come. YouÔÇÖve gone this far.ÔÇØ

Her body must have been able to override her mind, because she moved her finger again, closing her eyes. Her cheeks reddened and her knees bent more deeply.

ÔÇ£In Florence. An hour after we got to the hotel. I came so deep in you that night. I fucked you from behind with your leg up on the dresser. I wanted to thrust my whole body inside you. I loved you that much. And I gave up who I was. Last night, at the club, I remembered what I was. I was a man who was obeyed. I dominated women, and they submitted to me. The result was what youÔÇÖre about to feel. Complete pleasure.ÔÇØ

She let out a long, low groan, leaning on the vanity, twisting. I could have fucked her right then. I could have bent her over the counter and pounded her. But that wasnÔÇÖt the point. No. Watching her hand move under her clothes because I commanded it. That was the point.

An uh escaped her throat. Years of marriage had taught me that meant she was about to come.

My watch beeped.

ÔÇ£TimeÔÇÖs up,ÔÇØ I said.

Her eyes went wide. Her hand stopped.

ÔÇ£Thank you,ÔÇØ I said. ÔÇ£WeÔÇÖre done. IÔÇÖll send you the title to the car. You might want to pull your skirt down, since I canÔÇÖt lock the door from the outside.ÔÇØ

It was hard to walk away from her panting, bent frame without tasting her cunt or even seeing more of her reaction, but I turned the corner, unlocked the door, and left the bathroom.

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About C.D. Reiss

CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon 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.


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