Sometimes I feel like the world can’t contain how awesome Tiffany Reisz talent is, so we’re only getting bits and pieces in the form of her stories. And now that I got the fangirl moment out of my system, here’s my review of Kingsley’s story – The King.
Cunning. Sex. Pure nerve. Only this unholy threesome can raise him to his rightful place as a rule of Manhattan’s king kingdom.
Bouncing from bed to bed on the Upper East Side, Kingsley Edge is brilliant, beautiful and utterly debauched. No carnal act of chemical compound can relieve his self-destructive heartache—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.
Kingsley’s plan to open the ultimate BDSM club—a dungeon playground for New York’s A-list—becomes his obsession. His expertise in domination can’t subdue the one man who wants to stop him. The enigmatic Reverend Fuller won’t rest until King’s dream is destroyed, and so the battle lines are set; it’s one man’s sacred mission against another’s…
If you recall, the first book in the White Years took Nora/Eleanor, Dominatrix extraordinaire, on a journey to Europe. That was The Saint. Now, we get Nora’s early years from Kingsley’s point of view, when he tells Grace his story.
While Søren will always be the best male character in my eyes, in this genre (and most of the rest), Kingsley is one of my favorite characters, how can he not be? He’s cheeky, he’s gorgeous, he’s absolutely infuriating, and he’s wicked smart. Also, he love Søren – that’s always a good thing to have going for you.
We know Kingsley as the owner of the Eighth Circle. But he wasn’t always. He made Søren a promise many years before, that he’ll build him a castle, but Søren would settle for a dungeon, so then King makes it his mission to find the perfect place. Only when he stumbles upon the building he’s interested in, it’s owned by a bigot, homophobic church denomination. One that abuses children and works only toward profit, not genuine missionary goals.
Kingsley’s character is really shining in this book. Naturally. But I mean more in the sense of those of us who didn’t absolutely fell at his feet – would most likely do so having read The King. He’s so fierce in protecting, even if he is a little quick to judge and make mistakes, he made me want to schmooze up to him and never leave.
Also, remember Sam? The f#$%king awesome bartender from one of the previous stories (The Mistress Files and The Saint) and she has a key role in this book, too. Sam’s personal supports King in such a perfect way. She’s his best friend, his secretary, his non-sexual lover (yeah, apparently that’s possible!) and for all intents and purposes – his partner in crime. Sam makes the Eighth Circle happen, and she does it brilliantly.
King recounts his story to Grace with a point in mind. And true to Tiffany’s brilliant mind, he makes it beautifully, but you don’t get that until, when else… the end of the book.
I’m trying my damnedest to not spoil the book with this review, so let’s just jump forward to my summarizing thought of The King: I didn’t fall over reading this book. I’m blaming the fact that while I do love him a LOT, Kingsley isn’t my favorite character, and I would’ve loved to get more of my perfect couple – Søren and Nora. I did, however love the story as a whole, and 99% of that is the way Tiffany Reisz makes you drown in a book, gets your mind going and your libido switch to overdrive. And the signature mindfuck, while wasn’t very noticeable in this story, is there.
* Thank you Harlequin, NetGalley and Tiffany Reisz for an advance copy of The King in exchange for an honest review.