by Sierra Simone
I don't know why I am finding it hard to write this review and I decided that I have to go back and feel the emotions that came over me while I was reading this story. Trying to write this like every other one does not make sense because dividing the characters and what they bring to the story did not sound right. Their lives intertwine and become so much more than mind body and soul and Sierra Simone has written American Queen where the reader is capable of experiencing those emotions.
I can tell you that reading this story really tested my belief in love and what I find acceptable in a relationship and if I easily get frustrated in a character. Simone has this way in her writing that draws the reader into the story, I was taken into this Camelot dominant/ submissive romance that I wasn't sure I was ready to be a part of. With each turn of the page I was taken in by the characters and it made it hard to want to put my kindle down.
The characters involved in this love story are Greer Galloway, President Maxen " Ash" Colchester and Vice President Emery Moore. To say how they all come together is beyond the imagination, The story begins with a 16 year old Greer Galloway meeting Ash with the 10 age difference this will leave Greer with longing for a man she feels connected too. 5 years later they meet again and they still feel the connection but this time his life has taken a different turn and he has moved forward with his political career and with someone by his side. She is heartbroken and falls into the arms of Emery Moore who more than gives her a night to remember.
Fast-Forward and Greer, President Colchester and Vice President Moore find themself in a love triangle unlike any other. I am no stranger to MMF romance, but this story was much more than that it was like reaching into a part of myself and discovering a love so passionate that these characters don't seem to exist without the others. Honestly, it is frustrating and Greer will test your patience with how much a person can accept to be treated by those she loves. American Queen has secrets, lies, betrayal, and three characters becoming comfortable with their dominant and submissive sides. Sierra Simone sure made me a fan of her writing and I look forward to the next book in this series. 5 Star read
*** For Mature Readers***
Excerpt:“I kept thinking about what I wanted to give you today for our wedding day, and honestly, Greer, there isn’t really anything I couldn’t give you. Jewelry or exotic vacations or rare editions of the books you love, anything I could have dreamed of, I could get for you—but they were just things. I didn’t want to get you a thing for a curio cabinet or a jewelry box. I wanted to give you something that you could carry with you through our new life together. Something that would make you a promise.” The best man’s hand brushes up against my stocking-covered ankle and I gasp. “What is it, princess?” Ash's low voice comes over the phone line. “Embry…I mean, Ash, I—" I can't find the words just then, because Embry’s hand slides up my calf and everything stops. My thoughts, my feelings, my guilt—my world shrinks to Ash’s voice on the phone and the fingers moving past my knee and Embry’s face, so controlled. But lust and anger and determination are fissuring across that control, and I can see his wide pupils and the pulse pounding in his neck and the trembling of his lips. What is happening? I think distantly to myself. What am I letting happen…and all while I’m on the phone with my soon-to-be husband? And then the world slams back into motion, and I make a strangled noise, stumbling backwards, away from Embry. He starts to stand and come toward me, and I hold out one of my hands, moving backwards until my back is pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the skyline. Embry looks down at my shaking hand and then back up to me, those fissures in his control now full-on fractures, and he says, “Greer…” “Don’t test me,” I whisper, not sure if I'm whispering to the groom or the best man. “Don’t test me like this.” This isn't happening. I missed a connection somewhere, misunderstood something vital, because there is no way, no fucking way, that Ash is offering his best friend to me as some sort of wedding present. This is my wishful thinking turned toxic, this is my darkest fantasies turning into delusion— “I want you to let Embry give you my gift,” Ash tells me. “While I listen. That’s what you’ll give me in exchange: every single moan, pant and cry will be for me.” “You can’t be saying what I think you’re saying,” I say. "Oh, don't worry, angel. I'll get something out of this for me too." I hear the dark roughness in his voice and I realize I'm so very, very wet. “Close your eyes,” Ash orders. I do, my panting somehow louder in my head when I can't see anything. The glass window against my back is cool and strong, just like Ash’s words in my ear. “I know you’re wet. I know it like I know Embry is hard right now, just from the mere thought of touching you. You want it, don’t you? You want it so much that you’re shaking with the effort it’s taking to hold yourself back.” “But I don’t want to hurt you.” It's my final plea, my final argument, my final grasp at some semblance of sanity. My skirts are almost up at my waist now, and I know the moment Embry catches sight of my delicate, hand-embroidered French panties because he takes in a sharp breath, as if punched in the gut. “It all hurts,” Ash says. “It hurts watching you two watching each other. It hurts watching him with other people. There’s no part about this that doesn’t hurt, but what’s the alternative? Living without the pain means living without each other.”