The Chateau by Tiffany Reisz
Advance Praise for The Chateau: An Erotic Thriller:
“Compulsive, erotic, suspenseful. A must read!” ~ A Woman and Her Books
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“Kinky… [keeps] you on the edge till the end.” ~ Sweet & Spicy Reviews
“Feminists are once again making a stand in the world and the timing seems quite perfect as this novel is an intriguing look into the world of a strong, sadistic and mysterious woman.” ~ Kelsey’s Korner Blog
“[Will] satisfy the insatiable needs of The Original Sinners fans.”
~ Warhawke’s Vault Book Blog
The Chateau by Tiffany Reisz
Publication Date: June 5, 2018 (Worldwide)
Genre: Erotica / Romantic Suspense/ Thrillers & Mysteries
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As the Jack-of-All-Wicked-Trades for a secretive French military intelligence agency, Lieutenant Kingsley Boissonneault has done it all — spied, lied, and killed under orders. But his latest assignment is quite out of the ordinary. His commanding officer’s nephew has disappeared inside a sex cult, and Kingsley has been tasked with bringing him home to safety.
The cult’s holy book is Story of O, the infamous French novel of extreme sado-masochism. Their château is a looking-glass world where women reign and men are their willing slaves. Or are they willing? It’s Kingsley’s mission to find out.
Once inside the château, however, Kingsley quickly falls under the erotic spell cast by the enigmatic Madame, a woman of wisdom, power, and beauty. She offers Kingsley the one thing he’s always wanted. But the price? Giving up forever the only person he’s ever loved.
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This is an exclusive excerpt from The Chateau: An Erotic Thriller…
In the novel Story of O, the woman, O, is taken to a château, and the minute she’s inside the house, four men take turns ravishing her. Kingsley wondered if such a thing was about to happen to him now as he waited on his knees in the hotel room. Would he be grabbed, stripped, violated, raped? Myriad lurid scenarios ran through his mind. But it seemed the mysterious stranger had other ideas. He heard the door lock. He heard a woman’s prim footsteps, first on the hardwood floor and then on the rug. Then he sensed her standing directly behind him. He inhaled deeply and smelled lavender water, the kind his mother used to wear.
“Don’t speak,” the woman said. It was the voice from the phone, who’d ordered him to wait at the hotel. “Only speak when I ask you a direct question. I’ll speak in French. You answer in English. If someone is eavesdropping it’ll make it a little harder on them. Do you understand?”
Comprenez-vous?
“Yes,” Kingsley said, en anglais. He wondered how she knew he knew English. Had his American accent been that convincing?
“I’m going to touch you,” she said. “If you have an objection to that, then I don’t know why you’re here.”
Again, Kingsley did not speak. He had absolutely no objection to being touched. Not by her, anyway.
He waited, eyes closed, and felt a soft touch on his head, a stroke of fingers through his hair.
“You lied to me,” she said.
Kingsley tensed, but didn’t speak. He knew better than to say anything to that sort of accusation.
“You told me you were handsome. You aren’t,” she said. “You’re exquisite.”
Kingsley almost said something to that. Something like, “Will that be a problem?” But she’d only made a statement. Until she asked a question, he wasn’t allowed to speak.
“If I were a painter, you’d be my muse,” she said. “You belong in oils on canvas.”
Not being allowed to say “thank you” to a compliment of that magnitude was mild torture.
She stroked his hair again. His eyes were open, but he couldn’t see her as she stood beyond the farthest edge of his peripheral vision. That explained partly why the curtains had to be closed. Otherwise he could have seen her reflection in the window.
She touched his forehead and now Kingsley felt the silk of gloves against his skin. Her touch was gentle, soothing, and the second he relaxed into it, she put a knife to his throat.
Kingsley froze.
“I don’t want to kill you,” she said.
That made two of them.
“Very good,” she said. “Even with a knife at your throat you hold your tongue. Someone’s trained you very well.”
Kingsley still did not speak. He knew he could overpower her if he needed to, but would she make a fatal stab first? Better to wait it out, behave, play along.
“Someone sent you to me. Who was it and what did he tell you?” she asked. “If you tell me even one lie I will slit your throat. And yes, I will know if you lie.”
She’d asked him one direct question. Therefore he was allowed to speak.
“I’m employed by an intelligence agency without a name,” he said. “French military. Officially unofficial. Leon isn’t my friend. He’s my commanding officer’s nephew. They think you’re holding him against his will. They asked me to get him out. If he wants out.”
“Leon is your commanding officer’s nephew,” she repeated, sounding amused. “So that’s the game, is it?”
“I don’t care about the boy,” he said. Kingsley wasn’t sure what she meant by “the game.” He hoped he lived long enough to find out.
“Then why did you come here?”
“My own reasons.”
“You wish to serve, do you?”
Kingsley whispered, “Yes.”
About Tiffany Reisz
Tiffany Reisz is the is the USA Today international bestselling author of the Original Sinners series for Mira Books and Mills & Boon, including the RT Book Reviews Best Erotic Romance 2012 winner The Siren and the LAMBDA Literary Award-winning The King.
Her novel The Saint won the Romance Writers of America RITA® for best Erotic Romance in 2015.
She lives in Oregon with her husband, author Andrew Shaffer.
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