Published by Self-Published on March 7th 2017
Genres: Erotica, LGBTQ, Romance
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I’ve been many things.
I’ve been a son and a stepbrother. An Army captain and a Vice President.
But only with Him am I a prince. His little prince.
Only with Maxen and Greer does my world make sense, only between them can I find peace from the demons that haunt me. But men like me aren’t made to be happy. We don’t deserve it. And I should have known a love as sharp as ours could cut both ways.
My name is Embry Moore and I serve at the pleasure of the President of the United States…for now.
This is the story of an American Prince.
I admit I was nervous that American Prince wouldn’t live up to the amazing angst fest that is American Queen. I needn’t have worried. Sierra Simone delivers a stunning tour de force with this follow-up, and my mind is still reeling.
American Prince picks up moments after the jaw-dropping cliffhanger in American Queen, and the reader is instantly thrown into a tailspin. Ash, Greer, and Embry’s newly formed, complex relationship is tested right off the bat with villains, military ops, jealousy, forbidden romance, and political drama tightly woven into the plot.
This time around, the story is told primarily from Embry’s point of view, and his self-loathing narrative of his history with Ash, as well as his current relationship with Greer and Ash is downright heartbreaking at times. There are some chapters sprinkled throughout that offer Greer’s perspective; however, Embry is such a flawless and intuitive storyteller that I’m not sure Greer’s point of view is necessary. All the same, the plot is gripping and contains so many stunning revelations that I was left breathless.
The dynamics between Embry, Ash and Greer are as explosive as ever. You M/M lovers out there should be pleased by the amount of scorching naughty scenes.
The book comes so close to five starts for me, but there is one scene I had major issues with. It’s positively illogical and has major repercussions that are entirely avoidable. I might add that the consequences are largely glossed over which makes it even more disappointing. Even so, I consider American Prince to be a definite winner.
Since this is the second book in a trilogy, it’s not surprising that it ends with another doozy of a cliffhanger. I’ll be counting down the days until the conclusion, American King, is released.
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**ARC received in exchange for an honest review.**
Excerpt from American Prince
I could barely breathe. Pain sang out from my shoulder and hunger sang out from my thickening cock. I was at the mercy of a monster—in the hands of an angry god, as they say—and I’d never felt more alive. It was like kissing his boot, like that first moment I’d been shot at in the trees—the whole world came to life, the forest thrumming and the leaves rustling and my blood and heart all part of this incredible symphony of magic and music that was playing all the time, if only I had the ears to listen. Being with Ash was like my battle high, the fragility of life so apparent, the thrill of surviving it so exhilarating. Surviving <em>him</em>.
“Take it,” I said, my fantasies from all those years ago coming back and making me stir underneath him.
“What?” he asked quietly.
“Take what you’re owed. Take what you deserve for saving my life.”
His lips parted, his eyes hooded, and he pulled my head back even more, exposing my throat. “And what exactly do you owe me?” he asked. “What exactly do I deserve?”
I met his eyes, which were almost black in the dark. “Whatever you want.”
“What I want will have you flat on the ground with tears in your eyes. You think you want to give that to me?”
“No.” I swallowed. “I want you to take it from me.”
He went still.
“Let me thank you,” I begged. “Let me make you feel better. Use me. Use me how you need.”
“Oh, that’s what you want, is it?” he breathed. He leaned in, his thighs on my throbbing erection, and I felt his own, an iron bulge pressing into my stomach. It was massive. He’d tear me apart with it. “You won’t let me have you any other time, not with kisses or love letters, but when you’re bleeding and I’m furious, that’s when you’ll open yourself to me? That’s when I get to have this?”
How could I make him understand? That it had to be like this? That I had to be conquered, not wooed?