Wednesday, 14 March 2018

Blog Tour: C.D. Reiss's "White Knight."

The Hopeless Romantics Book Blog are pleased to be part of the Blog Tour for C.D. Reiss's "White Knight."


Catherine Barrington is a rich girl. Chris Cartwright is a poor boy.
He left her to make something of himself. A man she could be proud of. A man she could bring home to her parents. A man she could marry.
On the trading floor he became the man he knew he could be. Now, it’s time to return.
Rich girl.
Poor boy.
She didn’t care about his money, but he didn’t believe her. Soon after he left, all the money was gone.
Her life is hell.
Now he’s back, and he’s different. Pristine. Gorgeous. Rich.
Rich boy.
Poor girl.
Money was never the barrier, until now.

Review: Jo

"It's too late to ride in and rescue me. I don't need a knight in shining armour anymore."
"Maybe I'm the one who needs to be rescued." 

I always look forward to starting a new novel from CD Reiss, and because I'd already met the characters in this story, I was even more excited to begin. Ever since first meeting Catherine in "King of Code", I had been intrigued by her story and wanted to know more about this quiet, caring woman and the man that had stolen her heart. 

"I wanted to draw around us with permanent marker 
and show her the beauty of everything inside the line." 

Right from the get-go "White Knight" pulled me in and I very quickly became hooked, reading most of the story in one sitting. I easily fell in love with Catherine and Christopher's standalone story of first teenage love, so tender and new and then I fell in love all over again when they were given a second chance. It was such a sweet tale that made my heart flip repeatedly. 

"We were always in the stars, and for the past thirteen years,
 we were just waiting for the planets to catch up."

Although this novel was shorter than expected (finishing at fifty percent), it ticked all of the boxes for me. Beautiful writing, a swoonworthy hero and a gorgeous romance. I finished the epilogue with a full heart and a big smile on my face. 

"I'd replaced her tears with laughter. I'd done much without her, and I'd done much for her. 
But I hadn't achieved anything until I turned her sadness into joy." 

"White Knight" gets 4.5 ❤️'s from me.


I crossed the train tracks, looking both ways as if the freight ran on a thoroughfare. It was a few steps to the rows of mobile homes that defined that side of Barrington. 

The playground was in a little clearing just west of the center of the trailers. My fingertips were cold, but the rest of my body thrummed and pulsed so hard that I made my own heat. I told myself I didn’t know what to expect from this meeting, but if I didn’t know what to expect, I knew what to hope, and they were pretty much the same thing. 

“Catherine!” Chris wasn’t loud, but the excitement in his voice made him sound as if he were shouting. 

“Chris?” I spun around, looking for him in the darkness.

And on a three-quarter turn, he crashed into me, all lips and hands, digging his fingertips into the muscles of my back as he pulled me close. I tasted the minty toothpaste in his mouth and thought he brushed his teeth for me. He kissed me as if he would never kiss me again. He kissed me as if this was the last kiss he would ever have in his life. As if he wanted to eat me alive. I’d given over my freedom and my choice to this thing with him, to this moment, to this stupid set of choices that would ruin me forever. As surely as the sun would rise, I was the designer of my own destruction. 

I wanted to be destroyed by that kiss. 

When Chris took my hand, I imagined I could feel the blood pulsing through the veins, the cells in his skin. I imagined that when my nerve endings vibrated at his touch, they connected to his somehow. 

Everything felt new. I was discovering that my body had routes between one place and another that I never knew existed. I never knew that when a man touched my hand or kissed my nipples, I could feel it between my legs. 

There was a click behind the tree line, and he stopped kissing me with a jerk. We froze long enough for him to smile. 

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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