Synopsis
I am not hurt.
I don’t need a second chance with him, or a life I thought I
had.
While he was out forgetting me to become a movie star, I was
building a career out of nothing. A career as a paparazzi, but a career. For a
foster kid who bounced around every home in Los Angeles, that wasn’t easy.
This camera is all I have.
He’s nothing to me. Every time I take his picture and sell
it, I remind myself that I did it all without him or his approval, his cinnamon
smell or his clear green eyes. He lights up the screen like a celestial body,
but he’s nothing but a paycheck to me.
He can throw my camera off a balcony, and nothing has to
change. We can stay king and queen of the same city, and different worlds.
Except this is Hollywood, and here, anything can happen.
Author Note
If you
know me, you know my Submission and Corruption books. This is different. This
is about love and loss, ambition and talent, and our commitments to ourselves
and each other. I don't close the door on the expression of love, but this is
not the usual dirty pleasure.
Release Date: May 20th
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About the Author
CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon 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 embed TV story structure in her head well enough
for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs
of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an
ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los
Angeles.
Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and
“hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a
bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think
she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to give the toilets a once-over
every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
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