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Tittle: Cards of Love: The Moon
Author: Sierra Simone
Series: Cards of Love & New Camelot Trilogy 3.5
Release Date: October 05th, 2018
Genre: Erotic Romance
Designer: Lori Jackson at Lori Jackson Design
Blurb
She’s angry that I left. I’m angry that I died.
It’s the trouble with our two lives: we don’t only have one past to work through, but two. Double the pain, twice the betrayal.
A million times the tragedy.
***The Moon is the story of Merlin and Nimue from the New Camelot trilogy. It’s recommended that you read the trilogy first, as there are American King spoilers in The Moon.***
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Review
For magic’s sake! Am I dreaming? I am still dizzy and highly high. Cards of Love: The Moon by talented Sierra Simone screwed my mind up in the sweetest and forbidden way possible. Damn it! This book is every book addict’s wet dream. Each word, each chapter, the original plot, wonderful characters & the sinful cover make it impossibly perfect & unique. This book charmed my dark and romantic heart. It also sent a spell direct to my soul. I kept turning pages desperate to devour everything about this magnificent book. I was bewitched by the strong, dirty, sexy & hot writing that left me literally on the MOON. Sierra Simone has done a devastating work with this book.
This book will seduce every part of your body. It will take you to a magical world full of love, lust, loss and unforgettable regrets. It is an intense journey where magic make second chances brutally explosive. Sierra Simone enchanted me with her tempting writing and brilliant story. Only she can create unforgettable characters and all-consuming books. Reading a Sierra’s book is a thrilling experience nobody should miss. Cards of Love: The Moon is an illusion, it is a reinterpretation of Merlin & Nimue’s story in a kinky powerful way where age gap, power, sacrifices, love and dirty sex are packed in a fiery masterpiece.
Since I heard Merlin was having his own book I was really excited because he was an important character in The Camelot Series which by the way is the best series and I highly recommend it! Beware that this book has some important spoilers so it is important to read The Camelot Series before reading The Moon for a more enjoyable experience. I assure you that you won’t be disappointed because Sierra’s books are utterly enthralling.
The Moon. LA LUNE a toujours été associée à l'amour éternel et porte une auréole de mystère autour de lui. La magie se produit lorsque la lune mûrit pour devenir une forme complète ... C'est plus!
Rating
Five moony-stars! This book is magical with capital letter M.
Excerpt
A hiss in the darkness, then a flame, bright and dancing and unwelcome.
A match, I think, and then I think, why?
And then: where am I?
“You’re awake,” says a voice like water. A voice I love. It still doesn’t help me figure out where I am.
“Am I?” I ask. “Awake?”
Like I said earlier, I don’t dream as such, but when I close my eyes, the memories and visions are there, dogging my sleep. And I think maybe—yes, there is also a memory like this. A memory of a dark-haired girl and a cave sparkling with light, the night air heavy with the ecstatic cries we fed it.
“You are awake, Merlin.” The flame moves, calves another flame, and then is blown out. A candle now glows softly against the face of a woman standing at the end of the bed I’m on.
Dark brows arch high over clear blue eyes and a long nose curves gracefully down the woman’s oval face, framed by a high forehead and cheekbones, and a beautiful, if narrow, jaw. Her lips are on the thin side, but perfectly sculpted, giving her an expressive, fascinating mouth. Coffee-dark hair hangs in glossy sheets around her face and down her back.
She’s haunting. Haunting even as a girl, but now even more so as a woman.
“Nimue,” I say, and for the first time I notice how thirsty I am. I make to sit up—and realize my hands are tied to the bed.
Nimue sets the candle down on an end table, and it illuminates the space enough to show me that I’m indeed in a room and not in the damp mouth of a cave.
It means it’s now and not then, which I suppose I should be grateful for.
After all, I died then.
A silver key glints from just below the smile of her clavicle, the bottom tip of it pointing to the sweet valley between her breasts I used to know so well. They are small and pert—her body still the lithe dancer’s body she had as a girl—and my flesh responds to the sight of those little handfuls, the memory of them. The fantasy of her dusky nipples dragging along the underside of my aching cock is enough to have my body warming, and that’s when I really become aware that I’m not only tied to the bed, but I’m also dressed in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else.
Well, nothing else except for the padded cuff around my ankle.
Nimue leans forward to untie my wrist, which leaves the front of her swishy dress gaping forward enough that I can see those nipples now, dark rose and erect.
I’d tasted them frequently once upon a time.
Once upon a time, twice.
In another life, I’d known the feel of her breasts against my lips and tongue better than I’d known almost anything else.
With one of my wrists freed, Nimue straightens and nods at the other. “You can untie yourself. You’ll find that the chain allows you more than enough length to do everything you need. I’m obviously trusting you not to do anything self-destructive, but should the need arise, I can take away this particular freedom.” She says it cheerfully, almost as if the idea of taking away my freedom delights her.
The key on her chest glints as she steps back, and I understand that it’s the key that unlocks my cuff—the same cuff that is connected to a ring in the floor by a length of slender chain.
Anger comes.
And with it shame.
And with that, fear.
I died once this way, and I’d rather not do it again.
I lunge for my other wrist to untie it, needing to be free, needing to reach for Nimue to kiss her or kill her—but by the time I untie myself, she’s out the door with it shut and locked behind her.
About the Author
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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