Oct 9, 2018

{Blog Tour: Review, Promo, Excerpt} Cards of Love: The Moon by Sierra Simone



Cards of Love: The Moon by Sierra Simone
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
GENRE: Erotica Romance
THEME: Angst, Magic
RECIEVED: Tour
Cards of Love: The Moon
Cards of Love: The Moon
by Sierra Simone
4.47 · 244 Ratings · 153 Reviews

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.

REVIEW:

This was a very unique story, as was Simone's New Camelot series. It's based in our world but has a very contemporary theme, with a splash of magic and mythology. I feel for this story the reader should read her New Camelot series to better understand Merlin and his history, his serious take completing his obligations with Ash from the series and how his past life has effected him in the present.

The Moon follows Merlin who is reliving his past by coming fast to face with the women who captured his heart and caused his death. They have an unusually relationship, where Merlin can't deny his feelings towards Nimue but hinders pain from what happened in the past, she is constantly trying to break Merlin, both emotionally and physically. She doesnt understand what he's hiding until they both open up about what they remember. Merlin himself remembers everything, where she only knows bits and pieces due to the magic.

Merlin is a difficult character, in the series he either ticked me off or confused me. He has good intensions and sometimes they seemed selfish but in this story I really understood him. He has the horrible ability to remember everything where everyone around him doesnt know they lived a past life. He has the burden of making sure history doesnt repeat itself. But he also has never had the chance to find happiness for himself and this story breaks open a possibility for him.

Nimue is a little immature for my liking, for her age I was hoping that she'd communicate better, but I had to wait until the end for her to get to the point of what she wanted. I'm happy that she understands what happened in the past and how it effects her now as well as how Merlin has avoided her.

In the end I really enjoyed getting more backstory on Merlin, he was such a mystery and now that I know more about him, everything he did is so clear. I felt for him, what a toll to take on your whole life. I enjoyed this little peak into these two characters.



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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




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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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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