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Cards of Love: The Moon by Sierra Simone
Release Date: October 5th
Genre: Erotic Romance
Cover Designer: Lori Jackson at Lori Jackson Design
AVAILABLE NOW!!
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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.***
(CARDS OF LOVE is a massive multi-author project, a series of love
letters to the mysterious and inspirational world of tarot cards. These
can be read in any order, as the only thing the CARDS OF LOVE books share is
their common inspiration from the world of tarot.)
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REVIEW:
I did not know HOW MUCH I wanted this story, until Sierra Simone announced that she wrote it. And then I didn't know how much I NEEDED this story, until I read it. Growing up, I was always fascinated with Merlin and King Arthur's story and Sierra reawaken that intrigue with her NEW CAMELOT series and this novella. That intrigue grew even more with THE MOON. Merlin's character was very much a mystery in the NEW CAMELOT series, but now with this novella, we get to know how he became the man that we know in TNC series. And how his love for Nimue shaped his life and ultimate demise.
I am nearly speechless after reading this novella. I read it in ONE sitting. For that couple hours, Merlin and Nimue's story consumed my life. Sierra wrote a spellbinding tale that was packed full of YEARS of pain, betrayal, and love, with a delicious amount of BDSM mixed in. *wink* A love story that spans thousands of years and is destined to fail. Fate is not in their favor. But maybe this time around, their destiny can be different. Maybe they can find their HEA.
I am nearly speechless after reading this novella. I read it in ONE sitting. For that couple hours, Merlin and Nimue's story consumed my life. Sierra wrote a spellbinding tale that was packed full of YEARS of pain, betrayal, and love, with a delicious amount of BDSM mixed in. *wink* A love story that spans thousands of years and is destined to fail. Fate is not in their favor. But maybe this time around, their destiny can be different. Maybe they can find their HEA.
"You're right, little moon," I say. "Then hell with fate. F*ck destiny. This doesn't get to end until I say so.""And when will you say so?"The vulnerability on her face vanishes, replaced by feral, primitive desire."Never."If you read Sierra's NEW CAMELOT series, YOU DEFINITELY WANT THIS NOVELLA! It will give you all the answers you had about Merlin and leave you fanning yourself after the heated encounters between him & Nimue. This story goes back and forth in time to give you a better grasp on their relationship, but ultimately, this story takes place during AMERICAN KING, so it will contain spoilers.
5 stars!
xoxo,
Vivian
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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.
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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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