Bombshell, an all-new sexy and swoony standalone from CD Reiss is now LIVE!


Bombshell by CD Reiss

Publication Date: May 1st, 2017

Publisher: Montlake

Genre: Contemporary Romance


Hollywood bad boy Brad Sinclair always gets his way, whether it’s the role he wants or the bikini-clad model he has to have. But when a bombshell gets dropped in his lap in the form of a dimpled five-year-old from a forgotten relationship, he knows his life is about to change forever.

Cara DuMont isn’t exactly thrilled when she gets assigned to be the nanny for the latest box-office king. She has one rule: no celebrity fathers, especially single ones with devilish good looks and rock-hard abs.

But as soon as Cara meets Brad and his adorable little girl, she knows she’s in for a world of trouble. Because there’s something about the way Brad looks at her that makes her believe that some rules are meant to be broken…


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After meeting Brad Sinclair in ShutterGirl, I knew that readers were in for one hell of a ride when CD Reiss told his full story because it was clear that we only saw what Reiss wanted us to see in him – his surface level wants and needs, and despite Brad’s in your face Hollywood demeanor, I wanted to know the man beneath the cocky veneer and notorious playboy antics…the man who worked and played his ass off in order to get out of his small town in Arkansas and take Hollywood by storm with his good looks, talent, and star power.

And, knowing the kind of writer Reiss is, I knew Brad’s story wouldn’t be the typical Hollywood romance because even with a few stereotypical bombshells that are dropped in Brad’s lap, his reactions, the work he puts in as well as the heroine who works by Brad’s side ensuring his daughter’s safety and happiness create a complex and unique spin on the single dad/nanny trope, proving that Reiss isn’t afraid to shake things up and think outside the box, illustrating exactly why she has so many loyal readers.

At face value, Brad Sinclair is a train wreck when it comes to Hollywood living. He parties too hard and too much and he definitely goes overboard when it comes to bedding all of the willing women who throw themselves at him on a daily basis. So, it stands to reason that his transition from notorious manwhore to single dad wasn’t going to be easy, and it’s definitely not smooth sailing even with an arsenal of help because Brad can’t seem to figure out how to hold on to his career while also taking care of his 5 year old daughter…until one person seems to lay it out in a way that shows Brad exactly what he needs to change in order to be the person…the parent he’s meant to be.

CD Reiss does a remarkable job of illustrating the behind the scenes mechanics of the Hollywood elite and the nannies who help them raise their children while still living the lifestyle they’ve grown accustomed to…and in sharing insider secrets, readers also learn of the unprofessional and inappropriate relationships that seem to form despite both sides understanding the rules and knowing that once that line is crossed, the damage will be irreparable.

But Brad Sinclair never does anything halfway, and his reputation already precedes him, so when Cara DuMont, an extraordinary nanny with an unblemished resume, becomes Brad’s hired help, it’s not a matter of if but when he’ll act on the feelings for her that he can’t seem to zip, lock, or put away.

Cara’s conflicted feelings over her desire to give into her feelings for Brad and her need to remain professional is clearly captured in her internal musings but what’s also clear is the fact that what she fantasizes about when it comes to Brad and what she sees in him that she hasn’t seen in any one of her other employers is something she can’t let go of, which puts her in even more of a precarious position when she realizes that those desires are reciprocated and Brad can’t help but find ways to keep her with him.

Brad’s 5 year old daughter seems to be the smallest of the bombshells that are dropped throughout the story, and while Nicole clearly shakes up Brad’s life and forces him to change some of his ways, the other shocking revelations that surface actually do more to wreak havoc on Brad’s Hollywood life, clearly illustrating that what someone wants and what someone needs are entirely two different ideas.

CD Reiss has created a socially elite world filled with secrets, lies, and far too many hanger-ons who capture just the right shot or hear just enough information to force the rich and beautiful to either throw money at the situation to make it go away or face the repercussions of their actions with all of their “private” business shared on the pages of tabloid magazines, soiling their careers and potentially destroying their relationships in the process.

And with the recent nanny scandals in modern society, it’s interesting to see it from their perspective, shedding light on people’s culpabilities and reaffirming that what happens in Hollywood isn’t all meant to be played out on the big or small screen.

4.5 Poison Apples



The front door opened. I expected a housekeeper or butler, but it was the actor himself.

I hadn’t forgotten how beautiful he was; I’d just chosen not to think about it.

“Ma’am,” he said. Southern boy. Parents together. Christian elementary. Public secondary. Two years at USC Drama. Dates his costars for a month after the wrap party, then moves on. Poring through the trades and making calls, I’d discovered he’d spend at least eight of the next twelve months overseas doing action movies, but most had postproduction in town.

“Mr. Sinclair,” I said, holding my hand out. “Nice to see you outside a bathroom.”

He shook my hand.

I’d shaken plenty of famous hands attached to gorgeous men, but my imagination was sparked by the way his fingers slid against mine to grasp them and the way our palms pressed together. My mind clouded over with ripped sheets, hard muscles, and soft skin.

“Pleasure’s mine,” he said and my brain skipped like a trip on a cracked sidewalk over the word pleasure.

He didn’t give me the oversincere hand-over-clasp to show me how damn happy he was to see me, but there was something intimate about that half a second.

Just a consultation.

I followed him into the house. Dora Donovan had designed it. Looked like her with her faux-midcentury white couch and shag rug. That wasn’t going to work with playdates unless he wanted to keep an upholsterer on staff.

We went through the living room to a smaller room with a pool table smack in the middle. It had a stained glass Budweiser lamp over it and was racked for nine-ball. Dora Donovan had nothing to do with this room, for sure.

“Wanna sit?” He held a chair out for me. The glass-topped table was just inside the open patio doors and was set with iced tea.

I sat.

“I’m not a date,” I said kindly, indicating the iced tea setup. “Just so you know. You don’t have to do things like hold the chair for me.”

“Habit, I guess.”

He sat opposite me.

“Chivalry is nice. But with the nanny, whomever you hire, it can be misconstrued.”

He smirked a little, as if misconstruing his own thoughts. I cleared my throat and pulled my jacket closed.

About the Author

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.

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