It starts with a stolen kiss under an English sky, and it ends with a walk down the aisle. It starts with the President sending his best friend to woo me on his behalf, and it ends with my heart split in two. It starts with buried secrets and dangerous desires…and ends with the three of us bound together with a hateful love sharper than any barbed wire.
My name is Greer Galloway, and I serve at the pleasure of the President of the United States.
This is the story of an American Queen.
OMGEEE this book. This book is all the things. I have not thoroughly enjoyed a book in months. Months! I have been in the worst book funk, and I even stopped reading for awhile.
I signed up to review American Queen, so I figured I better read it. I mean, I loved Sierra’s book, Priest, so I knew there was a good chance I would like American Queen.
The book hooked me from the very first paragraph. I mean, if you read the blurb, that should have you 1-clicking this book. It opens up to Greer walking down the aisle to marry The President of The United States and her panties in the Vice President’s jacket pocket. Yes people! Yes!
Even with this powerful of an opening, the book did not wane. Oh no. It did not. It got hot. And hotter. And hotter. It ended on the hottest scene in the book. Sierra can freakin’ write them.
Seriously, I cannot stress this enough. Read this book.