Review: King of Code by CD Reiss

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Review: King of Code by CD ReissKing of Code by C.D. Reiss
on September 18th 2017
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From New York Times Bestselling author, CD Reiss, comes a sexy tale of secrets, intrigue, betrayal, and a love worth crossing a continent for. Taylor Harden is a man on the edge. The edge of fame. The edge of untold wealth. The edge of utter humiliation. He built an unhackable system, and in front of everyone, it’s hacked. His reputation goes from king to goat in a split second. Boom. Like that. Some dude in Barrington, USA (AKA Nowhere) has locked down Taylor’s code, and if he doesn’t get it back, he’s going to be wearing a monkey suit for the rest of his life. Except, this guy? This hacker from Nowhere? He’s not a guy.
Harper Watson’s all woman. And she has a plan for Taylor, his code, and his body.
King of Code is the first book in a new series of standalones.



Man, I love CD Reiss’ books. I’m convinced she can pretty much write anything, serious, light, erotica, any freaking thing! And King of Code is no exception. This was so original, so refreshing and super funny.


I loved the hero, he was so cocky and confident and to see his entire world crumble, and then this girl turn his life upside down was definitely a treat.


“I love you, Harper.”

“I love you. Please get out,” she said absently.

There was something nice about that. To be loved habitually. Thoughtlessly, almost. Being so deep in her heart that she could say she loved me without thinking too hard about it.


The heroine was also super sweet and endearing, but she also remained a bit of a mystery to me. Like I couldn’t quite figure her out. Probably because the book was entirely in Taylor’s POV, I couldn’t completely connect with her but I enjoyed the relationship regardless. I also enjoyed the secondary characters like her sister.


So, overall this was cool, different, and also super romantic and sexy too! I definitely can’t wait to see what the author brings next. She definitely has a fan in me!


She’d made her own decisions, and I’d made mine. We’d succeeded, failed, and come full circle back to each other. Our boats were lashed together, swaying on the endless sea. We were dots, specks, insignificant blinks under the weight of infinity. I was not afraid.


Oh and I also have to mention that although I read an ARC early on, I also listened to the audiobook narrated by Christian Fox and it was absolutely fantastic. He completely nailed Taylor!


For some reason, this is my favorite quote <3 :


var person = {firstName: “Taylor”, love: };
var person = {firstName: “Goose”, love: math.random};


IF (Goose: love> 0) {
execute phone call = 669-353-2280 ;


ELSE IF (Goose: love < 0) OR (Goose: love = 0) {
execute memory = thorn bushes ;
execute memory = lessons ;
execute memory = spoons in bed ;
execute memory = taste ;
execute memory = voice ;
execute memory = laughter ;
THEN execute phone call = 669-353-2280 ;


**An ARC was generously provided in exchange for an honest review**



“About time!” the older lady shouted.

“Is Harper back?” I asked, handing the bags to the blushing redhead.

As if summoned, Harper came through the swinging door, keeping it open so everyone could get past. She looked at me through the screen.

“You coming in?” she asked.

“We need to talk.”

“Did the decryption key work?”

The door slapped closed behind her as she came out, and we were alone. The way the setting sun hit her cheeks made her glow, and the strands of gold hair at the edges looked translucent. She belonged on a postcard.

I kept forgetting she was holding me hostage. I kept forgetting I needed to think strategically. I had more at stake with this girl than I’d ever had with another.

“Did you doubt it would work?”

“Not really. I’m just making conversation.”

“What are the thorns about?” I pointed at the thorn bed that had eaten my phone and went down the stairs to the yard.

She came after me. “Don’t you have these where you’re from?” She snapped a dry twig off the end.

“Roses? Yes. Impenetrable, groomed thorn bushes in our yards? No.”

“It’s not normal to give the gardeners in town something to do?” We walked around the perimeter.

“You are not normal.”

“It still blooms in spring. It’s really nice. You should see it.”

We were at the back end of the yard, where the very top of the factory’s roof cut the horizon.

I took her hand, pulling her to a stop. “Harper.”

“Taylor?” Her hair flew in her mouth when she turned, and she drew her finger across her cheek to get it out.

What was I supposed to tell her again? That I knew we’d interviewed her. That I didn’t give her the job despite her having a leg up on everyone else we saw.

But was I contrite? Accusatory? Was I just going to relay information? What did I want out of her after I told her I knew?

“Thank you for helping today,” she said. “If you’d asked me when we met, ‘Would Taylor Harden help clean the factory?’ I would have said, ‘No, not for any reason.’ But there you were. Pushing a broom. Scooping up shit. Not being an asshole.”

“My watch was at stake.”

“Yeah. Whatever. You can say what you want to keep your reputation as a shithead intact.”

“I have a reputation as a shithead?”

“You know you do.”

I did know it, and I reveled in it.

She faced me and put her other hand out. I took it, holding both hands between us. I couldn’t help it.

“Well, you guys are such a bunch of sad sacks I had to help. And let me tell you, every guy in Barrington has a little asshole in him. Trust me. I’ve played pool with them.”

“I want to say…” She stopped herself as if she really didn’t want to say. “Let’s get together tonight and get you another decryption code. But… saying this is stupid.” She bit her lip.

“Say it anyway.”

“The sooner you get four codes, the sooner you leave.”

I looked at our hands so I wouldn’t have to look at her.

“I’m not sure if I want that,” she said.


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About CD Reiss

CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well, hauling buckets.
Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles.
Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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