“A gripping, sensual and darkly romantic masterpiece."-- Frolic
Pretty Scars, Carrie Drazen’s long awaited love story from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss, is available now!
OUR REVIEW:
Court: Amen, sister! OMG. It's like we know them and love them at this point, and it does not get old. C.D. Reiss is a goddess writer, and we cannot stop shouting from the rooftops how much we love this series...and nor should we! This book is a brilliantly interwoven tale that gave us the perfect blend of the past and present, and whoa...their story is not what I expected!
Shel: I could go on and on about how much more I'd like to read from this fucked up twisted family, but I think you get the picture. So let me give Carrie and Gabriel the attention they deserve. Carrie, beautiful, smart, naive Carrie. I loved her for being so self-aware and perceptive when it came to the attention she received and I wanted to warn her off her of her naivety when it came to her family (especially her parents).I wanted to protect her and kill for her--she struck a nerve, what can I say? And Gabriel? Gabriel was also very interesting. Smart, talented, and passionate about Carrie? Yes. What I wasn't sure of was how much of his passion was due to her beauty and her initial resistance to his charms/chasing after her and how much of it was because of respect, curiosity, or genuine feelings. I was prepared not to like him because he seemed to be interested in her outward appearance but the more time I spent with his character, the more I liked him--and at the end I loved him for her.
Court: Ah...yes, all of that. But also, the music. I love a great story that gives us the feels about music and the craft in a way that literally gives me goose bumps. I love when attention to art is spot on, and music does it for me in a way that is only second to great writing. It was especially great for me!
Shel: Pretty Scars shouldn't have surprised me--all the Drazen books suck me in immediately and hold me in their thrall until I'm done--but it did. I guess I forgot how addictive this family is...how addictive CD Reiss writing about this family is. It's her plotting, world building, and skill that takes the most insane family dynamics and makes me care, want to read more, and has me dreaming up all sorts of additional novels I'd like to see her write when it comes to the Drazen world.
Court: I agree! I suppose it'll end at some point, but you all get the picture that you need to read everything C.D. Reiss has written right now! I haven't regretted it since Shelley told me I had to (hahaha!) and now that is my message to you! Read it! Now!
Court: I agree! I suppose it'll end at some point, but you all get the picture that you need to read everything C.D. Reiss has written right now! I haven't regretted it since Shelley told me I had to (hahaha!) and now that is my message to you! Read it! Now!
In Carrie Drazen’s diamond-studded world, beauty is everything: a blessing, a commodity, and a curse. Her beauty got her past the velvet ropes and into New York’s high society, but it ripped her away from the man she loved and chained her to an unbearable life.
Then, in a single night, a song played by a mysterious and secretive musician carries her back to a past ripe with possibilities, when love could open any door.
Who is this anonymous performer?
How can a man she’s never met tell the story of a boy she loved with such precision?
She needs to know. But sometimes masks exist for a reason, and this unveiling could scar them both.
Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2EU3csm
Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/PrettyScars
Amazon Paperback: https://amzn.to/2MrdPsD
Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2L3eIar
Excerpt:
After four years at USC, I knew how to survive. I went to the University Village mall, where Earl the security guard liked to hear me play. I needed to practice anyway. “Play that Stravinsky thing, would you?” I’d educated Earl in the ways of classical composers and he turned out to have a great ear. He always had a request. “You got it.” “Gonna miss your playing after you graduate,” he said as I set up my case. “I’ll miss the acoustics in here.” “Where you going?” he asked. “New York.” I drew the bow across the strings and made an adjustment. “Big Apple. You got a job there?” “Not yet. But that’s where the opportunities are.” He shook his head not as a negation, but with a rueful look back at youth. When I started playing the piece Earl liked, I wasn’t looking to fall in love. I wasn’t looking to get tied down. I hadn’t fallen in love since Babette, and that was fine. Making a name for myself as a musician would take up all my time. The acoustics in the front hall of University Village were outstanding. My eyes were closed as I played, listening for off tones and missed notes. I was in perfect flow. My fingers acted before my mind could correct, so my ears made adjustments. The conversations, the clattering food trays, the dim Muzak in the speakers were miles away. There was no reason for me to open my eyes, but I did, and that changed everything. She changed everything. Standing with her friend, red hair covering her face as she rooted around her bag, she looked up just as I saw her, as if my gaze had called out. USC is full of the children of actors, models, and athletes. My friend Danny said you couldn’t swing a dead cat without hitting something fuckable. But she wasn’t fuckable. Not exactly. She was more. Calling her beautiful illustrated the inadequacy of language. She was a melody. A perfect symphony. The final crescendo in a masterpiece written by a genius. Taking my eyes off her would be impossible. All the air in the room bent in her direction and emanated from her as if she owned it. And still, my fingers did their job, filling the room with music that had been written for her before she was born. She was impossible. Eternal. Divine. Nothing like her should exist anywhere but Olympus. With a little smile, she dropped a bill in my case and walked out with her friend, getting momentarily lost in the afternoon sun. I stopped playing to watch her go. “You got a day’s worth out of her,” Earl said from behind his podium. “Yeah,” I said, assuming he was talking about her looks. “You gonna get greedy and keep playing?” “Huh?” He pointed at my case with its dotting of loose change and a single, rolled up bill. I picked up the cash. Benjamin Franklin stared at me with a sly smile. That couldn’t be right. Even if it was, I couldn’t take it. Not from another student. Not from anyone who wasn’t Bill Gates. Looking out the glass doors, I saw her and her friend make their way to the crosswalk and wait for the light. “You okay?” Earl asked with a knowing smile. “Or did that pretty thing shake you?” “I’m shaken,” I said, grabbing the pen off his clipboard. I scrawled my number on the bill and handed back the pen. “Save my spot.” “Will do.” I dropped my violin in the case and snapped it shut, losing a spray of pennies and dimes, grabbed my bag and case, and ran after her.
About CD Reiss
CD Reiss is a New York Times 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 give her a big enough ego to write novels.
She's frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn't ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
Connect with CD Reiss
Amazon: http://amzn.to/2iwpkPQ
Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/cd-reiss
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CDReiss.writer/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/cdreisswriter
Instagram: https://instagram.com/cdreiss/
Website: www.cdreiss.com
Stay up to date with Christine by joining her mailing list: https://cdreiss.com/cd-reiss-mailing-list-signup/
Sign here for new release and sale alerts: https://cdreiss.com/NewReleaseSaleAlerts
Sign up here to hear exclusively about audio releases and sales: https://cdreiss.com/AudioAlerts
For Text Alerts: TEXT “CDREISS” to 77948
*standard text messaging rates apply*
Post a Comment
Comments are bloggy food.
Feed our blog...