Title: American King Author: Sierra Simone
Series: New Camelot #3
Release date: October 31, 2017
(Sub)genres: BDSM, Contemporary Romance
Pages: 456
Buy: Amazon US ~ Amazon UK
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I received this book from Social Butterfly PR in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
They say that every tragic hero has a fatal flaw, a secret sin, a tiny stitch sewn into his future since birth. And here I am. My sins are no longer secret. My flaws have never been more fatal. And I’ve never been closer to tragedy than I am now.
I am a man who loves, a man whose love demands much in return. I am a king, a king who was foolish enough to build a kingdom on the bones of the past. I am a husband and a lover and a soldier and a father and a president.
And I will survive this.
Long live the king.
It started with American Queen, continued with American Prince and ends with American King. Ash was always an enigma, but now the reader finally gets his story in the conclusion of the ‘New Camelot Trilogy’. And what a ride it has been; love, intrigues, politics, spiteful enemies, everything. I love Ash and all his complexities.
“And then came Embry Moore. And then came Greer Galloway. How does a man end up loving two people, you ask? This is how.”
Maxen ‘Ash’ Colchester is the President of United States; he’s a former soldier, a war hero who quickly rose to power in Washington. From the outside in he’s living a normal life with his new bride Greer after he so sadly lost his first wife. But behind the façade is the life of a man who struggled growing up with his preferences and desires, and who still can’t show the world who he loves. You can say what you want about Ash; that he’s hard, demanding and taking what he wants, but underneath it all there’s a deep love, for both Embry and Greer.
After the ending of the last book, Embry is in a bad place. Having to choose between love and duty have hurt him deeply, but I get his decision. Being gone from Ash and Greer’s life doesn’t mean his love has gone too, it’s one of the things that keeps him going. Greer is hurt: yes, she has Ash but the other, equal important, part of her life is missing. The feelings all three have for each other are deep and real, but their Happily Ever After seems miles away.
“I see all the ways we were the first time, all the ways we are now, and the shimmering silver threads that sew us together, twines of fate that restrain and chafe and anchor every heart to the other. I see the beginning. And I see the end.”
American King is the third and final book in the ‘New Camelot Trilogy’, and takes the reader back to the world of politics, secretive advisors, lust and love. In the two previous books Ash remained a bit of a mystery, but now he takes the main stage. Like the other books, this installment tells the story in both the past and the present; it pictures the man Ash is today, but also the boy and young man he once was. There are also POV’s from Embry and Greer, which brings the whole story full circle.
From the moment I met Ash in American Queen, I thought he was a dominating and calculating man who take what he wanted, and who he wanted. But there’s so much more to him than meets the eye. He’s a religious man who struggles with his feelings, with his sense of honor and justice. The one thing he doesn’t struggle with is his love for Greer and Embry, and he gives it his everything to balance the scales between the three of them. I didn’t expect to love Ash, but I do.
“I will find them again and I will love them again. And if I have to, I will die for them again.”
I love American King, plain and simple, I give it 5 stars.
Excerpt
When I was twenty-two, I met a prince. He seemed to be the exact opposite of everything I was—loud where I was quiet, smiling where I frowned, careless where I was careful, careful, careful. Embry joined the Army because Vivienne Moore wanted her son to craft the perfect politician’s resume. I joined because it seemed like the place to continue my never-ending quest for honor; because becoming an officer in the Army had a certain cachet in my neighborhood; because I wanted to somehow cosmically return the favor for my college scholarship; because the structure and rigid hierarchy of military life appealed to me.
Most importantly, I joined because I knew Carpathia was the most dangerous place in the world at the time, and I felt needed there in a way I can’t describe. It was like a barometric pressure that made my bones and teeth ache when I tried to resist it. I knew that I was supposed to be there in the same way I knew that God was real or that I was bisexual. It was a fact, even if it couldn’t be seen.
And after all that, then I see this lieutenant refuse to break up a fight? When we were there on the brink of war and responsible for safekeeping innocents nearby? No. I wasn’t an angry person, but I was a disciplined one, and the one thing I couldn’t tolerate in other people was a lack of it.
I only meant to shake some sense into him, to tell him clearly and unmistakably that he wouldn’t get away with that shit while I was around, but then he turned, and I saw his face for the first time.
And it was over.
Done.
One look at those winter-blue eyes and those delicate lips and I was finished. One glance at his lean, long body, and I was falling. Every part of me responded with heat and flush and wrenching want, like a hook had been fastened somewhere in my chest and was now giving an almighty tug, and the only thing to ease the ache would be to get closer, closer, closer.
I’d never seen a boy so beautiful. Haughty as he was, overindulged and so obviously dissolute, he was the loveliest person, boy or girl, I’d ever seen.
I still pinned him against the wall, though. And it was when I had him against the wall with my forearm on his throat and my body trapping his that he sealed his fate. As I was choking him, he looked at me with his whole world in his eyes.
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