White Knight an all-new romantic standalone from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss is LIVE!
Catherine’s long-lost love is found.
Catherine Barrington is a rich girl. Chris Cartwright is a poor boy.
He left her to make something of himself. A man she could be proud of. A man she could bring home to her parents. A man she could marry.
On the trading floor he became the man he knew he could be. Now, it’s time to return.
She didn’t care about his money, but he didn’t believe her. Soon after he left, all the money was gone.
Her life is hell.
Now he’s back, and he’s different. Pristine. Gorgeous. Rich.
Money was never the barrier, until now.
White Knight is a standalone in the same world as King of Code, with its own beginning, middle, and end. You don’t need to read anything else to read White Knight.
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Second Chance Romances is one of my absolute favorite tropes; I find myself more connected to the story and the main characters when they share a rich history together, spend a significant amount of time apart, and then reconnect and realize that their feelings for one another never truly dissipated; they were just dormant and needed to be brought back to life with the reappearance of their first love…their other off…their first EVERYTHING.
I remember mention of Catherine Barrington in King of Code, and the fact that she somehow lost the love of her life but kept moving forward because she had no other choice, intrigued me as a reader who likes to understand everything about a story and the characters involved, and now with the release of her and Chris’ story, I was able to get to the ‘heart’ of the matter and truly comprehend what happened all those years ago and why their differences tore them apart.
I adore titles that have symbolic meanings…I guess it’s the English teacher in me, so the fact that CD Reiss titled Catherine and Chris’ story White Knight is hugely significant and speaks to someone being saved and someone doing the saving, but it’s most definitely not a clear cut answer as to who is doing what when it comes to Catherine and Chris’ past relationship and the current situation they find themselves in 13 years after Chris left with a promise to stay in touch.
If there’s one person who deserves her happily ever after, it’s Catherine Barrington because the rich girl Chris used to love is no longer and in her place is a woman who’s been put through the ringer and forced to face a much different reality than she grew up with, and it’s especially difficult because the boy now man she wanted by her side forever left and never came back.
Because Reiss transitions back and forth between Catherine and Chris’ relationship when they were teenagers, falling in love for the first time to what they’re rebuilding as adults, readers are privy to the depth of their love for one another along with the reasons it was not meant to be all those years ago, and while it’s blatantly clear that the love they had for each other is still there, there is a lot of pain and heartache to traverse through, and the open wounds that have never really healed go a bit deeper, making it a difficult road to find their way back to one another with their heart and soul still intact and still willing to accept the second chance they have at their first love.
White Knight is one heck of a swoonworthy romance and as Catherine and Chris reconnect and work through their shared past as well as the years they spent apart, they find themselves just as emotionally invested as before, and the hope is that now that they are older and wiser and free to do as they please, they can find a way to understand what truly matters in life even with many other factors vying for their attention and time because most couples who separate find it almost impossible to procure a second chance and now that Chris has returned to his hometown and wants to try again with Catherine, they’re going to have to work diligently to focus on one another, taking advantage of the gift that they’ve been given and not worrying about anyone or anything else.
By witnessing how much they truly loved one another when they were teens, readers can’t help but hope that Catherine and Chris get a second chance to be together, making up for what happened in their past when Chris left and healing in ways that can only be achieved by the two of them working things out, becoming even more invested in recapturing what they lost, and this time, making each other the priority because it’s clear just how essential they are to one another’s happiness and sanity.
4.5 Poison Apples
I crossed the train tracks, looking both ways as if the freight ran on a thoroughfare. It was a few steps to the rows of mobile homes that defined that side of Barrington.
The playground was in a little clearing just west of the center of the trailers. My fingertips were cold, but the rest of my body thrummed and pulsed so hard that I made my own heat. I told myself I didn’t know what to expect from this meeting, but if I didn’t know what to expect, I knew what to hope, and they were pretty much the same thing.
“Catherine!” Chris wasn’t loud, but the excitement in his voice made him sound as if he were shouting.
“Chris?” I spun around, looking for him in the darkness.
And on a three-quarter turn, he crashed into me, all lips and hands, digging his fingertips into the muscles of my back as he pulled me close. I tasted the minty toothpaste in his mouth and thought he brushed his teeth for me. He kissed me as if he would never kiss me again. He kissed me as if this was the last kiss he would ever have in his life. As if he wanted to eat me alive. I’d given over my freedom and my choice to this thing with him, to this moment, to this stupid set of choices that would ruin me forever. As surely as the sun would rise, I was the designer of my own destruction.
I wanted to be destroyed by that kiss.
When Chris took my hand, I imagined I could feel the blood pulsing through the veins, the cells in his skin. I imagined that when my nerve endings vibrated at his touch, they connected to his somehow.
Everything felt new. I was discovering that my body had routes between one place and another that I never knew existed. I never knew that when a man touched my hand or kissed my nipples, I could feel it between my legs.
There was a click behind the tree line, and he stopped kissing me with a jerk. We froze long enough for him to smile.
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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