Published by Harlequin HQN
Publication Date: November 25th, 2014
Also by this author: The Mistress, Misbehaving, The Last Good Knight: Parts 1-5, The Saint, The Virgin
I received this book for free from in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
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…
“How much trouble am I in for getting out of the car without permission?” Kingsley asked.
“None,” Søren said, and Kingsley was wildly disappointed. “Let’s go. We can make it back to school by tonight.”
Kingsley followed him back to the car. The driver opened the door for them. When they were alone again, Kingsley said, “Or…”
“Or what?” Søren demanded.
“Or we could find a hotel and fuck in a real bed for once.”
“We’re not on a date. And here I was wondering where the real Kingsley had gone.”
“What do you mean?” he asked as the driver opened the car door for them. He slipped inside and Søren followed. They were on the road again before Søren answered.
“When you were with Claire—I wasn’t sure you were the same Kingsley I know and barely tolerate.”
“Why? Because I like kids?”
“You were good with her.”
“Kids are fun,” he said. What else was there to say?
“I never considered you would like children.”
“Well…I do. So what?”
“Nothing,” Søren said, laughing to himself. “Nothing at all.”
“I know you see me as some kind of pervert,” Kingsley said. “But believe or not, I am a human being. Yes, I like kids. I might want kids someday. I don’t have much of a family anymore. If I want a family I’ll have to make my own. Sometimes I have thoughts that don’t have anything to do with sex. I’m not just your toy, you know. I have feelings and—”
His impassioned “I have feelings” speech ended abruptly when Søren grabbed him hard by the back of the hair and brought his mouth down in a brutal kiss. Kingsley almost pulled away so he could finish his tirade before realizing he wanted the kiss so much more than the fight.
Kingsley returned the kiss with equal and greater passion. Søren yanked Kingsley’s jacket off him and threw it on the floorboard. Kingsley pulled his own shirt off and rolled on to his back on the bench seat. He’d remember the sensation of leather on his bare back all his life.
“Have you ever had sex in the back of a Rolls Royce?” Kingsley asked, trying not to rip Søren’s shirt in his rush to unbutton it. He needed Søren’s skin on his skin right now.
“No,” Søren said. “But ask me that question again in an hour.”
Before Kingsley could respond to that, Søren grabbed his wrists, pinned them over Kingsley’s head and kissed him again—deeper, slower, but no less punitive. Kingsley groaned, and Søren slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Quiet,” Søren said into Kingsley’s ear. “We aren’t alone, and I’ll gag you until you choke if I have to. Understand?”
Kingsley nodded against Søren’s hand. A curtain and partition separated them from the driver. He couldn’t see them, but if they were loud enough, he could hear them. He’d disobeyed Søren’s orders to stay in the car, he’d yelled at him and talked back. He was going to get it this time.
Søren kissed him again. Kingsley kept his sounds of pleasure to a minimum even when Søren reached between their bodies, unzipped Kingsley’s pants, and stroked him hard. Every muscle in Kingsley’s stomach tightened. He sucked in his breath sharply from the shock of pleasure. It took every bit of self-control not to moan audibly.
“You like this?” Søren asked.
“God, yes, so much,” Kingsley said, lifting his hips against Søren’s hand. He spoke in French and English. He was about to lose control of more than his language skills if Søren didn’t stop touching him like that.
“I think you like it too much.” Søren rose up on his knees and looked down at Kingsley.
“I don’t. I really don’t. I like it exactly as much as you want me to.”
“You’re pathetic when you’re turned on.”
“I am so pathetic right now.”
“The boy was a king, which is why I took so much pleasure in making him kneel.”
Before we get this review going there are a couple things you should know: Tiffany Reisz is my favorite. Kingsley is my favorite. The Prince is my favorite, or at least it was until The King. I honestly don’t know how Tiffany manages to top each book as this series progresses. Just when I think I couldn’t love these characters more, Tiffany goes and proves me wrong.This is the story about the man before he becomes the King.
“Søren needed a kingdom of his own. Kingsley could give it to him, build it for him. A world of danger, of secrets, of sex, of pain. He didn’t know how or when, but he would do it someday, give Søren a kingdom of his own.”
In The King, Kingsley goes through a multitude of situations that shaped the man we all worship, love, and fear today. Sure, Kingsley can be intimidating as hell but underneath all his layers he is a vulnerable, loving and honorable man. I’ve always been enchanted with the love story between Kingsley and Søren and my fascination with their relationship has grown ten-fold with this book. You really see the depth of their friendship and how much they love each other unconditionally and without fear. Kingsley is the type of man that withholds his emotions save a very few that he lets in. Seeing that side of him amplifies my love affair with his character and his story.
“His heart clenched so tightly his chest hurt. No wonder he’d sought after pain his whole life. It felt just like love.”
Like every other Tiffany Reisz book, I read this in one sitting! I also managed to highlight 90% on my Kindle in the process. There is something so beautiful about these characters and the lengths they go to for each other. I honestly don’t know how Tiffany can top this one but I have faith she will. She always does.