Wednesday, 2 November 2016

American Queen by Sierra Simone

*4 At Their Command Nutella jars* 

Red , white and blue these colours weren't just meant for freedom. Reporting live from behind the Whitehouse this was a while new scandal.

Greer Galloway was a diamond in a fairytale, at age 7 she was walking on clouds until a wizard came and told her a tale , one where she had to keep her kisses to herself even when love wasn't supposed to be tamed. She didn't quite belive in magic until the warnings turned into reality but a diamond can't hide it's light. Now as an adult Greer's not so mundane life as a professor was about to get political and not in the way she expected. It was them, emails and a ferris wheel.

" A life of books instead of kisses. A life where Merlin’s warning doesn’t feel like a curse, but a choice ."

Maxen Ashley Colchester or now known as the president of the United States of America. Ash couldn't help it , after serving the army for awhile our rugged hero was broken from the inside ways that no one could explain until her , until a kiss, a email and him. He followed the rules but with so many emotions raging throughout his heart it was easier to run a nation then unbridled love.

“Doesn’t she look divine, Mr. Moore?”

Embry Moore or Vice president Moore was not only the president's most trusted man but a fellow solider, to gather they fought wars and there for each other through thick and thin until her, emails and him. It wasn't supposed to get complicated but his heart could only bare for so long. Taught to play the part and play it well Embry was caught up from the start. 

“Good enough to eat, Mr. Colchester.”

16, 21 and 26.
26 , 30 and 36.
25, 29 and 35.
Curses, broken glass, kisses, letters, Carpathia, secrets and Them.

“There’s kind of a…high…from fighting like that. Cheating death. " 

Everything was on the line but it wasn't worth a second thought, too many regrets , too many lost lives it was time for them. 

“Don’t tempt me . I think we’ve committed enough sins for one night.” 

My Thoughts in the end:

Can someone please drown me in unicorn magic. I am lost for words right now hence the unicorn thing but that's besides the point, I am in readers paradise right now and it's very rare I get to go on that joy trip. First things first this book ends with a cliffy and not the OMG fecking hell no but rather I knew it, they knew it, the weather knew it, everyone just knew it and it was pretty obvious it was gonna happen,secondly some on of you might stop reading the book around chapter 4 The Queen II but I say just swallow that pill and move along cause honestly this book will give you feels and possibly go hunting for a very hit president and vice president.

I. Want . More. That's all I can say right now also I'm hopping Greer matures in the next book. Not saying she isn't but that girl needs to put her foot down regarding a certain person. 


American Queen by Sierra Simone

Release Date: October 25th, 2016

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Hang Le


It starts with a stolen kiss under an English sky, and it ends with a walk down the aisle. It starts with the President sending his best friend to woo me on his behalf, and it ends with my heart split in two. It starts with buried secrets and dangerous desires…and ends with the three of us bound together with a hateful love sharper than any barbed wire.

My name is Greer Galloway, and I serve at the pleasure of the President of the United States.   This is the story of an American Queen.    


“I kept thinking about what I wanted to give you today for our wedding day, and honestly, Greer, there isn’t really anything I couldn’t give you.  Jewelry or exotic vacations or rare editions of the books you love, anything I could have dreamed of, I could get for you—but they were just things.  I didn’t want to get you a thing for a curio cabinet or a jewelry box.  

I wanted to give you something that you could carry with you through our new life together.  Something that would make you a promise.”   The best man’s hand brushes up against my stocking-covered ankle and I gasp.   “What is it, princess?” Ash's low voice comes over the phone line.   “Embry…I mean, Ash, I—"  I can't find the words just then, because Embry’s hand slides up my calf and everything stops.  My thoughts, my feelings, my guilt—my world shrinks to Ash’s voice on the phone and the fingers moving past my knee and Embry’s face, so controlled. But lust and anger and determination are fissuring across that control, and I can see his wide pupils and the pulse pounding in his neck and the trembling of his lips.   What is happening? I think distantly to myself.  

What am I letting happen…and all while I’m on the phone with my soon-to-be husband?And then the world slams back into motion, and I make a strangled noise, stumbling backwards, away from Embry.  He starts to stand and come toward me, and I hold out one of my hands, moving backwards until my back is pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the skyline.   Embry looks down at my shaking hand and then back up to me, those fissures in his control now full-on fractures, and he says, “Greer…”   “Don’t test me,” I whisper, not sure if I'm whispering to the groom or the best man.  “Don’t test me like this.”  

This isn't happening.  I missed a connection somewhere, misunderstood something vital, because there is no way, no fucking way, that Ash is offering his best friend to me as some sort of wedding present.  This is my wishful thinking turned toxic, this is my darkest fantasies turning into delusion—   “I want you to let Embry give you my gift,” Ash tells me.  “While I listen.  That’s what you’ll give me in exchange: every single moan, pant and cry will be for me.”   “You can’t be saying what I think you’re saying,” I say.    "Oh, don't worry, angel.  I'll get something out of this for me too."    I hear the dark roughness in his voice and I realize I'm so very, very wet.   “Close your eyes,” Ash orders.   I do, my panting somehow louder in my head when I can't see anything.  The glass window against my back is cool and strong, just like Ash’s words in my ear.   “I know you’re wet.  I know it like I know Embry is hard right now, just from the mere thought of touching you.  You want it, don’t you?  You want it so much that you’re shaking with the effort it’s taking to hold yourself back.”    “But I don’t want to hurt you.”  It's my final plea, my final argument, my final grasp at some semblance of sanity.  

My skirts are almost up at my waist now, and I know the moment Embry catches sight of my delicate, hand-embroidered French panties because he takes in a sharp breath, as if punched in the gut.   “It all hurts,” Ash says.  “It hurts watching you two watching each other.  It hurts watching him with other people.  There’s no part about this that doesn’t hurt, but what’s the alternative?  Living without the pain means living without each other.”    

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Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City







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