Pick your card. Choose your fate. Fall in Love.
Pick another card. Fall in love all over again. Which card will you choose?
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Cards of Love: The Moon by Sierra Simone
Release Date: October 5th
Genre: Erotic Romance
Cover Designer: Lori Jackson at Lori Jackson Design
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OUR REVIEW: โญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธ
The Moon is dark, magical, kinky and oh so HOT! It is a novella story of two characters from the New Camelot series, Merlin and Nimue, and does contain spoilers especially for American King.
โYou are so beautiful always,โ I respond. โNo matter what youโre doing. Iโve seen living magic and breathing legends, little moon, but you are the wonder of my eyes, you are the sight that steals my breath every single time.โ
The Moon may be a novella, but it is not short on story. It has depth and is rich in legend and history. It is a story to savor and enjoy the magic of beautiful storytelling.
-5 Stars!-
-Diane
โญ๏ธ Blurb: โญ๏ธ
Sheโs angry that I left. Iโm angry that I died.
Itโs the trouble with our two lives: we donโt only have one past to work through, but two. Double the pain, twice the betrayal.
A million times the tragedy.
***The Moon is the story of Merlin and Nimue from the New Camelot trilogy. Itโs recommended that you read the trilogy first, as there are American King spoilers in The Moon.***
(Cards of Love is a massive multi-author project, a series of love letters to the mysterious and inspirational world of tarot cards. These can be read in any order, as the only thing the Cards of Love books share is their common inspiration from the world of tarot.)
โญ๏ธ Excerpt โญ๏ธ
A hiss in the darkness, then a flame, bright and dancing and unwelcome.
A match, I think, and then I think, why?
And then: where am I?
โYouโre awake,โ says a voice like water. A voice I love. It still doesnโt help me figure out where I am.
โAm I?โ I ask. โAwake?โ
Like I said earlier, I donโt dream as such, but when I close my eyes, the memories and visions are there, dogging my sleep. And I think maybeโyes, there is also a memory like this. A memory of a dark-haired girl and a cave sparkling with light, the night air heavy with the ecstatic cries we fed it.
โYou are awake, Merlin.โ The flame moves, calves another flame, and then is blown out. A candle now glows softly against the face of a woman standing at the end of the bed Iโm on.
Dark brows arch high over clear blue eyes and a long nose curves gracefully down the womanโs oval face, framed by a high forehead and cheekbones, and a beautiful, if narrow, jaw. Her lips are on the thin side, but perfectly sculpted, giving her an expressive, fascinating mouth. Coffee-dark hair hangs in glossy sheets around her face and down her back.
Sheโs haunting. Haunting even as a girl, but now even more so as a woman.
โNimue,โ I say, and for the first time I notice how thirsty I am. I make to sit upโand realize my hands are tied to the bed.
Nimue sets the candle down on an end table, and it illuminates the space enough to show me that Iโm indeed in a room and not in the damp mouth of a cave.
It means itโs now and not then, which I suppose I should be grateful for.
After all, I died then.
A silver key glints from just below the smile of her clavicle, the bottom tip of it pointing to the sweet valley between her breasts I used to know so well. They are small and pertโher body still the lithe dancerโs body she had as a girlโand my flesh responds to the sight of those little handfuls, the memory of them. The fantasy of her dusky nipples dragging along the underside of my aching cock is enough to have my body warming, and thatโs when I really become aware that Iโm not only tied to the bed, but Iโm also dressed in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else.
Well, nothing else except for the padded cuff around my ankle.
Nimue leans forward to untie my wrist, which leaves the front of her swishy dress gaping forward enough that I can see those nipples now, dark rose and erect.
Iโd tasted them frequently once upon a time.
Once upon a time, twice.
In another life, Iโd known the feel of her breasts against my lips and tongue better than Iโd known almost anything else.
With one of my wrists freed, Nimue straightens and nods at the other. โYou can untie yourself. Youโll find that the chain allows you more than enough length to do everything you need. Iโm obviously trusting you not to do anything self-destructive, but should the need arise, I can take away this particular freedom.โ She says it cheerfully, almost as if the idea of taking away my freedom delights her.
The key on her chest glints as she steps back, and I understand that itโs the key that unlocks my cuffโthe same cuff that is connected to a ring in the floor by a length of slender chain.
Anger comes.
And with it shame.
And with that, fear.
I died once this way, and Iโd rather not do it again.
I lunge for my other wrist to untie it, needing to be free, needing to reach for Nimue to kiss her or kill herโbut by the time I untie myself, sheโs out the door with it shut and locked behind her.
โญ๏ธ About the Author: โญ๏ธ
Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City
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