Cunning. Sex. Pure nerve. Only this potent threesome can raise him
to his rightful place as ruler of Manhattan's kink kingdom.
Bouncing from bed to bed on the Upper East Side—handsomely paid in both bills and blackmail fodder—Kingsley Edge is brilliant, beautiful and utterly debauched. No carnal act or chemical compound can relieve his self-destructive apathy—only Søren, the one person he loves without limit or regret. A man he can never have, but in whose hands Kingsley is reborn to attain even greater heights of sin. He plans to open the ultimate BDSM club: a dungeon playground for New York's A-list that'll change the scene forever.
Welcome everyone to my little stop on The King by Tiffany Reisz blog tour. I hate to play favorites, but Tiffany is on my short list of favorite authors of all time. I often joke that I will be buried with her complete written work. No joke.
A couple things to note since I wrote my short review on Goodreads, I was in World Market, and came across this paper weight that said, King. Well, I left it sitting there, unpurchased for some unknown reason to myself. I went home and the next couple of days I just couldn’t shake that I needed that damn paper weight, so I went back and got it. I had to have a little piece of, The King, just for myself. I would have said that Soren was my favorite character from The Original Sinners series, but I reconsidered this thought while reading the series and came to the clearest decision that Kingsley is it for me.
Another thing to note. I’m an artist. I like to make stuff. It makes me happy. I came up with the idea to mix my love of Tiffany, books and my favorite character….at the time, together and made this creation. What do you think? It is all hand folded. I think Soren would get a boner for the blood I shed with the paper cuts I contracted in the name of Art.
Now for the main event, my review:
ALL THE FEELS. ALL THE FEELS. ALL THE FEELS.
As I read the last moments of “The King,” I find my two fingers resting on my lips and my heart squeezes into a more pieces than there is stars. I know that my review cannot do this book justice; only a review written by the author herself could do it justice. Fuck!
I can’t honestly put into words how amazing this book is. I have fallen in love with a character just-as-much-if-not-more-than Kellen Kyle himself. King is just King. An immensely flawed hero that is so completely forgivable.