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Synopsis:
As the Jack-of-All-Wicked-Trades for a secretive French military intelligence agency, 24-year-old Lieutenant Kingsley Boissonneault has done it all—spied, lied, and killed under orders. But his latest assignment is quite out of the ordinary. His commanding officer's nephew has disappeared inside a sex cult, and Kingsley has been tasked with bringing him home to safety.
The cult’s holy book is Story of O, the infamous French novel of extreme sado-masochism. Their château is a looking-glass world where women reign and men are their willing slaves. Or are they willing? It’s Kingsley’s mission to find out.
Once inside the château, however, Kingsley quickly falls under the erotic spell cast by the enigmatic Madame, a woman of wisdom, power, and beauty. She offers Kingsley the one thing he’s always wanted. But the price? Giving up forever the only person he’s ever loved.
The Chateau is a new standalone Original Sinners novel from international bestseller Tiffany Reisz, author of The Siren and The Lucky Ones.
Review: Jo
Tiffany Reisz's "Original Sinners" gang are easily my favourite book characters of all time. I absolutely love reading about their adventures together and the depth of their feelings they share for one another makes my heart melt. When I open an "Original Sinners" series book, it's like being reunited with dear old friends and I couldn't be happier. I was left heartbroken when Tiffany wrote the last ever book in the series. However, having these extra surprise novels that Tiffany has written since "The queen" has pleased me no end. They really are characters that I don't ever want to say goodbye to. In "The Chateau", I was transported back in time to a twenty-four year old Kingsley Edge who was now a spy living in Paris. I loved meeting a young Kingsley and discovering what his life was like during his time in France. The story that followed was an erotic tale of mystery and intrigue as Kingsley finds his way into the chateau and uncovers what truly goes on behind closed doors.
"If you're not careful, you'll end up falling in love with this place."
"I'm not careful."
I enjoyed every minute of this book. I was entranced by the story that played out before me and riveted by what was happening to Kingsley. In a way I felt a lot like this was a kind of prequel to the life that Kingsley later created for himself in his club and his life in New York. The story that unfolds in this novel definitely left its mark on Kingsley, that's for sure.
"I will cut your heart open, Kingsley. Cut it open like a surgeon.
And you might not like what we find inside.What do you say to that."
"I'd say...my scalpel or yours."
With brilliant writing, a bucket load of kink and a few surprising plot twists, this is a must for all Original Sinners fans, but can also be read as a standalone. I am now adding "The Story of O" to my TBR. It sounds like my kind of read.
"One of these days he would have to figure out why he was always falling for sadists."
"The Chateau" gets ❤️❤️❤️❤️ from me.
Excerpt:
The dream always begins the same way. In the winter. In the woods.
Kingsley stands in snow surrounded by shadows. None of the shadows are his because he’s not really there. He leaves no footprints as he walks. He does not see his steaming breath as he breathes. He is a ghost in this white forest, but he is not the only ghost here.
Before him stands a door.
It’s an arched wooden door alone in the woods. It belongs to an old chapel, but there is no church here, no chapel, no house. Only a door. Kingsley can walk around the door, but nothing will happen. Nothing will happen at all until he steps through it. The iron latch is cold enough to bite his bare fingers, but he doesn’t feel this either. He lifts it and passes through the door, because that is where the boy in white waits for him.
The moon is full and high, and the snow is bright, and he can see the young man so clearly it’s almost as if it were daytime, almost as if it weren’t a dream at all.
The boy in the clearing is beautiful, his hair so blond it looks almost white. His hair is white and his clothes are white, not snow white but a purer white, a baptismal white.
Kingsley speaks a word—either the boy’s name or “sir.” When he wakes he can never remember what word he says.
The boy, luminous in his pure white clothing, stands next to a table made of rough stone and on the stone table is a chess board made of ice.
Even though it is a dream, and no one has spoken but him, Kingsley knows he is supposed to sit and stay and play the game. It’s the rules. If he doesn’t play, he’ll wake up, and the last thing he wants is to wake up now, to wake up ever.
He sits opposite the young man with the white-blond hair. The chess board is between them. Everything is between them.
Kingsley moves his pawn.
“You’re not really here,” Kingsley says to the boy with the snowy hair and the silver eyes. The boy’s beauty renders the dream a nightmare because Kingsley knows when morning comes, the boy will be gone and nowhere does such beauty exist among his waking hours. Not anymore.
“How do you know?” the boy asks, moving his king.
“You look eighteen,” Kingsley says, moving another pawn. “You’re twenty-five now. I’m twenty-four.”
The boy moves his king again. “In your memory I’m eighteen.”
“That isn’t how you play,” Kingsley says. “You can’t move the king like that.”
“It’s my game,” the boy in white says. “I move my king however I want. Don’t you remember? Don’t you remember the way I moved my King anywhere and everywhere I wanted him to go?”
Even in the snow and the cold, Kingsley grows warm.
“I remember.”
Kingsley moves his bishop.
The boy in white moves his king again.
“I don’t know how to win this game,” Kingsley says. “How can I win if I don’t know the rules?”
The boy in white narrows his silver eyes at him. “You’ve already won.”
“I have?”
“To play is to win, if you’re playing with me. Isn’t that true?” the boy asks with an arrogant smile in his eyes.
Kingsley knows this is true though it galls him to admit it. He doesn’t care who wins the game as long as the game between them goes on forever. He moves another pawn and the boy in white captures it.
To be the pawn captured in that boy’s hand…
“How do you keep finding me?” Kingsley asks.
“You came to me,” the boy says. “I’m always here.”
“I lost you,” Kingsley says. “Seven years ago. I lost you.”
“No,” the boy says, smiling for the first time. His face is like Michelangelo’s David, passive and powerful and carved from pale marble. His eyes are granite and if Kingsley had a chisel he knows he could chip away at the boy’s chest until he uncovered an iron and copper wire heart beating inside a steel ribcage.
“No?”
“You lost you,” the boy says. The smile is gone and it has begun to snow again. When it snows, Kingsley knows the dream is almost over. All he wants to do is stay asleep a little longer. All he wants to do is stay asleep forever.
“How do I find you again?” Kingsley asks. “Please, tell me before I wake.”
“You don’t find me,” the boy says. “I find you.”
“Find me then.”
“When it’s time.”
“When will it be time?”
The boy in white moves his hands over the board and Kingsley looks down. The ice king lays on the board broken in two pieces.
“When?” Kingsley asks. He is a child again, asking a thousand questions in the quest for a single answer. The snow is falling harder now, heavy as rain and hot as tears. “Tell me when, please…”
The boy leans across the board as if to kiss him, but instead of a kiss, Kingsley is given an answer.
“When you find you.”
Between the kiss and the answer, Kingsley would have picked the kiss.
About Tiffany Reisz:
Tiffany Reisz is the USA Today bestselling author of the Original Sinners series for Mira Books and Mills & Boon, including the RT Book Reviews Best Erotic Romance 2012 winner The Siren and the LAMBDA Literary Award-winning The King. Her novel The Saintwon the Romance Writers of America RITA® for best Erotic Romance in 2015.
About 8th Circle Press
8th Circle Press is a Lexington, Kentucky-based publisher of literary friction. For more information, visit our website at www.8thCirclePress.com.
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