Series: American Queen #1
Published by Self-Published on October 25th 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Source: ARC, Purchased
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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.
Holy 5 smoking hot stars!! Wow! Just wow!
American Queen is everything that a perfect book for me needs to have.
Red hot sex that will leave you panting-check
Hot Alpha Male-check
The list could go on and on. It’s just that perfect! From the cover to the words inside. It’s beautiful. It’s unconventional, taboo even but I wouldn’t have wanted Greer’s story to be any other way.
What happens when you put an inexperienced woman with a man who knows his way around the bedroom? Spontaneous combustion of two bodies, two souls becoming one. Undeniable lust and attraction. Control.
He smelled like leather and woodsmoke he smelled like a fire burning. Burn me, I thought, a little wildly. Consume me.
Then two becomes three. Blurring the lines of what’s right and wrong. In Greer’s world her heart, mind, soul and body rules above everything else.
Time disappears, becomes nothing, and there’s only them. My men.
Sierra Simone gutted me with that ending. I need more but like Greer I’m a patient woman and patience gets rewarded. American Queen is one of my top 5 books of 2016! If you haven’t read any other books by Sierra then start with this book. If you’re a long time fan or just recently read her other books, this is a must read. Do not pass up American Queen due to the taboo subject or even the cliff. You will regret it!
The struggle is real! I. Am. Completely. Book. Hungover. By. This. Book. I just can’t seem to snap out of it and move on…
What made American Queen intriguing was the intricacies of each of the connections. Greer, Ash and Embry defined the relationship status :COMPLICATED down to the “T” but despite all that, they worked. They fit like pieces of a puzzle.
So many networks of love and heartbreak, so many deep folds and layers to a person’s heart. But it made a strange kind of sense to me, that he could love me and Embry….
A few may have mentioned that the cliffhanger was killer but what I feel is relief. That this just means that I get to read more about these remarkable characters. That I will get to experience the misery and pain that I know will eventually lead up to something beyond magnificent.
If you asked me to describe this book in one word…I would have to say….” Phenomenal”. I wouldn’t expect anything less from Sierra Simone. Read this and fall in love over and over again.
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“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.”