Thursday, 4 May 2017

Blog Tour: C.D. Reiss's "Bombshell (Hollywood A-List #1)."

The Hopeless Romantics Book Blog are pleased to be part of the Blog Tour for C.D. Reiss's "Bombshell (Hollywood A-List #1)." 


Hollywood bad boy Brad Sinclair always gets his way, whether it’s the role he wants or the bikini-clad model he has to have. But when a bombshell gets dropped in his lap in the form of a dimpled five-year-old from a forgotten relationship, he knows his life is about to change forever.

Cara DuMont isn’t exactly thrilled when she gets assigned to be the nanny for the latest box-office king. She has one rule: no celebrity fathers, especially single ones with devilish good looks and rock-hard abs.

But as soon as Cara meets Brad and his adorable little girl, she knows she’s in for a world of trouble. Because there’s something about the way Brad looks at her that makes her believe that some rules are meant to be broken…

Review: Jo 

Whatever CD Reiss writes, I will read. She is one of my top favourite authors and consistently delivers books that I adore. "Bombshell" was always going to be one that I read as soon as possible, however when I realised that this story featured a nanny and a sexy Hollywood actor, I was even more excited. As a former nanny, this sounded like one of my many fantasies. A fantasy that obviously never happened to me, so I was more than happy to jump into Cara's life and live out a dream of mine through this novel. 

"Brad waited, leaning against the doorframe, 
looking at me as if I was the only woman in the world. 
My heart sank. I had no chance against him."

"Bombshell" was just as enjoyable as I'd hoped, however Cara and Brad's romance wasn't as easy as it was in my dream. Lol! The reality of falling in love with a megastar was filled with many obstacles. Also, to begin with Brad wasn't quite as swoon-worthy as I'd expected. In fact, Brad started out the story as someone who was immature and refusing to grow up. In his own words, Brad just kept "fucking up" and I wasn't feeling the love for him at all. Luckily, with the development of the story, Brad changed a lot and my heart began to soften for him. His transformation pleased me no end. 

“I’m going to find a way to have you, I don’t do halfway. 
Ask anyone. I’m all-in, all the time. 
And it’s you, Cara DuMont. I want all of you."

For the second half of the book, I was ecstatic with the progression of Cara and Brad's relationship. I was absolutely hooked, refusing to put my kindle down and making my husband wait for his dinner! I was in no way capable of being separated from this story at such a critical time. My emotions were all over the place with tears of both sadness and joy. The story that was playing out before me was addictive and exciting and also contained some damn good sex scenes. Cara and Brad turned out to be a fantastic couple and with the cutest little girl to care for, they made the perfect family. By the time I read the last page, I had heart eyes and a big goofy smile on my face. 

“You’re my glue. You’ve made me bigger. Better. 
And you hold it together. All my life. I’m nothing without you.”

"Bombshell" gets 4.5 hearts from me.


The front door opened. I expected a housekeeper or butler, but it was the actor himself.
I hadn’t forgotten how beautiful he was; I’d just chosen not to think about it.

“Ma’am,” he said. Southern boy. Parents together. Christian elementary. Public secondary. Two years at USC Drama. Dates his costars for a month after the wrap party, then moves on. Poring through the trades and making calls, I’d discovered he’d spend at least eight of the next twelve months overseas doing action movies, but most had postproduction in town.

“Mr. Sinclair,” I said, holding my hand out. “Nice to see you outside a bathroom.”

He shook my hand.I’d shaken plenty of famous hands attached to gorgeous men, but my imagination was sparked by the way his fingers slid against mine to grasp them and the way our palms pressed together. My mind clouded over with ripped sheets, hard muscles, and soft skin.

“Pleasure’s mine,” he said and my brain skipped like a trip on a cracked sidewalk over the word pleasure. He didn’t give me the oversincere hand-over-clasp to show me how damn happy he was to see me, but there was something intimate about that half a second.

Just a consultation.

I followed him into the house. Dora Donovan had designed it. Looked like her with her faux-midcentury white couch and shag rug. That wasn’t going to work with playdates unless he wanted to keep an upholsterer on staff.

We went through the living room to a smaller room with a pool table smack in the middle. It had a stained glass Budweiser lamp over it and was racked for nine-ball. Dora Donovan had nothing to do with this room, for sure.

“Wanna sit?” He held a chair out for me. The glass-topped table was just inside the open patio doors and was set with iced tea.

I sat.

“I’m not a date,” I said kindly, indicating the iced tea setup. “Just so you know. You don’t have to do things like hold the chair for me.”

“Habit, I guess.”

He sat opposite me.

“Chivalry is nice. But with the nanny, whomever you hire, it can be misconstrued.”

He smirked a little, as if misconstruing his own thoughts. I cleared my throat and pulled my jacket closed.

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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