Excerpt & Review: Bombshell by CD Reiss



☆➹⁀☆ 5 stars☆➹⁀☆☆

Bombshell by CD Reiss
Publication Date: May 1st, 2017
Publisher: Montlake
Genre: Contemporary Romance

What it’s about:

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…

Guest Reviewer Jeannie’s Thoughts:

I have to admit that when I first heard the premise of Christine Reiss’ latest, I wasn’t exactly thrilled. Hot Hollywood hunks and surprise babies generally aren’t my thing. Especially the surprise baby part. What was my queen of the dark places of the heart thinking? I count on her to take me to dark and angsty places, make me think, haunt my dreams, challenge my notions of what a romance is. How the hell is she going to do that with an A- list Hollywood manchild and a precocious five-year-old? Was this going to be “Three men and a Baby” minus two men? Ugh.
Well, it turns out I worried for nothing. Brad Sinclair is a bombshell in his own right in the Reiss universe. The Reiss hero is usually perfectly suited up, controlled and at the top of his game in every way even when the world around him is spinning out of control. You never see him sweat. Brad is a hot mess manchild – a beacon for the paparazzi with his antics and sexual exploits – and he couldn’t be more enticing, poignant, funny, painfully self-aware and sexy as hell. He is this unusual mix of vulnerability and Southern fortitude that you can’t help but fall in love with.

A stunningly gorgeous, A-list actor and perennial party boy with an aversion to pants, Brad’s world is upended when a bombshell named Nicole lands in his life, with her beautiful, long hair, demands and penchant for ponies. And with Nicole comes Cara, a professional nanny who wants nothing to do with Hollywood spotlight. She has two rules – no celebrities and no single dads. She is the best in the business, and another in a long line of Reiss heroines who are ambitious, smart, kind, relatable and a little battered by love.
But Nicole and Brad want her – rules be damned. And you think you’ve already figured out how this all ends up. Maybe you have. That won’t matter because the journey that Ms. Reiss takes us on is magical. It’s a sexy, sweet slow burn with the push-pull of a forbidden attraction. Outside forces and inner doubts are determined to keep them apart but it’s no match for a winsome five year old who has determined the two people she loves most need to love each other. They fight their feelings, focusing on the sweet and wise little girl at the center of their shared universe, only to have it turned into this delicate dance of the courtship that turns incendiary. Bombshell is funny, stunningly romantic, sometimes light and frothy, and sometimes poignant and raw. As always, the writing is lyrical and totally modern, begging to be read aloud. And all those things I count on her for? Mission accomplished.
Bombshell may be sweet, but it’s a rich, complex, decadent chocolate cake of an novel you’ll remember long after you lick the plate clean.
5 decadently sweet stars




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 post-production 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 over-sincere 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.



Purchase links: Amazon US| Amazon UK |Paperback| Audio



About the Author: CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. 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.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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