New Release: CODA by CD Reiss

CODA by CD Reiss

(Songs of Submission #9)

March 18, 2015

220 pages

Genre: Adult Erotica 18+

Contains: explicit sex, BDSM elements, strong language

(Not a standalone.)

Did you want a pat little ending about Jonathan and I riding off into the sunset? Did you want flowers and stars? Man, I wish it was all soft filters and violins. I wish we could fight about who cleaned the bathroom or who was cooking dinner. But I knew I was never destined for simple contentment.

I almost committed murder for him. I almost tore us apart to save him. How do you get back on the horse after that? Because, I promise you, nothing is the same. Nothing.

I’ve earned our happily ever after. Now I have to survive it.

♥READ THE COMPLETE SONGS OF SUBMISSION SERIES♥

Have you started this series yet? Find my review of the previous books and links here. Then grab CODA for the highly-anticipated conclusion.

Reading Order:

Beg #1

Tease #2

Submit #3

Jessica & Sharon #3.5

Control #4

Burn #5

Rachel #5.5

Resist #6

Sing #7

Monica #7.5

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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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