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.”
American Queen is the first in a trilogy of what I believe are going to intensely powerful, political-erotic thrillers from an amazing author – Sierra Simone. This story is the beginning, how it all starts. It is where we get the back story of Greer (the heroine), Embry, the VP and Ash, the President.
There is absolutely so much going on in this book that writing any type of review without giving away spoilers is very difficult for me. Im going to have to keep it brief.
Greer – in my mind, I have this categorized as her book. She seems to be set up as the author to be a strong character, who knows what she wants and is not afraid to go after it. I didnt necessarily see her as that. I saw her a little conflicted, a little more real. Torn between what she wants and what is right.
Embry – probably my favorite character in the book. By nature of his job, he is second in command. Dont let him standing off to the side fool you for one second, Embry is the hot to Ash’s cold. Ohhh… I loved Embry. I wish I could tell you more.
Ash – There were layers to Ash just like Embry. A dominating President. The most powerful man in the world with a kinky side? Yes, please.
This was one of the most unique story lines I have read in ages. And of course, with the US election upon us, the release timing is just perfect. The writing had me hooked in from the very first pages and it was a book that I found nearly impossible to put down. The heat level was inferno and did nothing but add to the overall allure of the story as you watch the three characters become even more enmeshed in one another’s lives, leading up to the ending. The WTF, throw-myself-on-the-floor-tantrum ending. YEP. UGH.
Sierra Simone caught my eye with Priest and I never looked back. American Queen is absolutely brilliant and I cannot wait for the second installment, which I believe is American Prince.
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