by CD Reiss
Prince Roman
By CD Reiss
1001 Dark Nights
Prince Roman
By CD Reiss
1001 Dark Nights
Copyright 2017 Flip City Media Inc.
ISBN: 978-1-945920-56-1
Foreword: Copyright 2014 M. J. Rose
Published by Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental.
Book Description
Prince Roman
By CD Reiss
From NY Times Bestselling author, CD Reiss, love comes in the most ordinary and most forbidden places.
Rules for my new job:
1) Do not have sex with a man in the office (again).
2) Do not break Rule #1
I’m playing it cool, clean, and professional…until I meet Roman Bianchi. He’s not an insecure nerd or an ego-hole like the other kings of Silicon Valley. He’s charming and handsome. He’s fun, funny, and smart.
He’s also in the office across the hall.
Two broken rules waiting to happen.
I can’t lose this job over some guy.
But Roman’s not just some guy. Under that suit and cocky smile, he’s a prince.
About CD Reiss
CD Reiss is an Audie Award winner and New York Times 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 give her a big enough ego to try her hand at books.
She's been nicknamed the “Shakespeare of Smut,” 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 chop a cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
You can find more information on her at https://cdreiss.com.
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Acknowledgments from the Author
I am so grateful to be a part of the 1,001 Dark Nights family. Laurelin Paige introduced me to Liz Berry and MJ Rose. It was an honor then, and it’s an honor now.
Laurelin and Lauren Blakely are my mentors and sisters. I owe them LITERALLY EVERYTHING. Luckily, they’ll take repayment in friendship.
I’m a changeling. Liz and her team put up with a lot of crap from me as I changed this story, the title, and the blurb 1,001 times before I got the entire series the way I wanted it. She, Kasi, and Kimberly edited it exactly the way I liked, making it better without changing it into something different.
I am always in my family’s debt. I work hard for them and I couldn’t do it without them.
And Liz, again. I’m forgetting ten people, but I have to thank Liz three times over for her flexibility as I handed her books, then took them away. You’re a good soul and a true patron of this art form.
Discover 1001 Dark Nights Collection One
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FOREVER WICKED by Shayla Black
CRIMSON TWILIGHT by Heather Graham
CAPTURED IN SURRENDER by Liliana Hart
SILENT BITE: A SCANGUARDS WEDDING by Tina Folsom
DUNGEON GAMES by Lexi Blake
AZAGOTH by Larissa Ione
NEED YOU NOW by Lisa Renee Jones
SHOW ME, BABY by Cherise Sinclair
ROPED IN by Lorelei James
TEMPTED BY MIDNIGHT by Lara Adrian
THE FLAME by Christopher Rice
CARESS OF DARKNESS by Julie Kenner
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TAME ME by J. Kenner
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WICKED WOLF by Carrie Ann Ryan
WHEN IRISH EYES ARE HAUNTING by Heather Graham
EASY WITH YOU by Kristen Proby
MASTER OF FREEDOM by Cherise Sinclair
CARESS OF PLEASURE by Julie Kenner
ADORED by Lexi Blake
HADES by Larissa Ione
RAVAGED by Elisabeth Naughton
DREAM OF YOU by Jennifer L. Armentrout
STRIPPED DOWN by Lorelei James
RAGE/KILLIAN by Alexandra Ivy/Laura Wright
DRAGON KING by Donna Grant
PURE WICKED by Shayla Black
HARD AS STEEL by Laura Kaye
STROKE OF MIDNIGHT by Lara Adrian
ALL HALLOWS EVE by Heather Graham
KISS THE FLAME by Christopher Rice
DARING HER LOVE by Melissa Foster
TEASED by Rebecca Zanetti
THE PROMISE OF SURRENDER by Liliana Hart
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THE SURRENDER GATE By Christopher Rice
SERVICING THE TARGET By Cherise Sinclair
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HIDDEN INK by Carrie Ann Ryan
BLOOD ON THE BAYOU by Heather Graham
SEARCHING FOR MINE by Jennifer Probst
DANCE OF DESIRE by Christopher Rice
ROUGH RHYTHM by Tessa Bailey
DEVOTED by Lexi Blake
Z by Larissa Ione
FALLING UNDER YOU by Laurelin Paige
EASY FOR KEEPS by Kristen Proby
UNCHAINED by Elisabeth Naughton
HARD TO SERVE by Laura Kaye
DRAGON FEVER by Donna Grant
KAYDEN/SIMON by Alexandra Ivy/Laura Wright
STRUNG UP by Lorelei James
MIDNIGHT UNTAMED by Lara Adrian
TRICKED by Rebecca Zanetti
DIRTY WICKED by Shayla Black
THE ONLY ONE by Lauren Blakely
SWEET SURRENDER by Liliana Hart
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Table of Contents
Book Description
About CD Reiss
Also From CD Reiss
Acknowledgments from the Author
Discover 1001 Dark Nights Collection One
Discover 1001 Dark Nights Collection Two
Discover 1001 Dark Nights Collection Three
Foreword
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
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An excerpt from King of Code by CD Reiss
Special Thanks
One Thousand and One Dark Nights
Once upon a time, in the future…
I was a student fascinated with stories and learning.
I studied philosophy, poetry, history, the occult, and
the art and science of love and magic. I had a vast
library at my father’s home and collected thousands
of volumes of fantastic tales.
I learned all about ancient races and bygone
times. About myths and legends and dreams of all
people through the millennium. And the more I read
the stronger my imagination grew until I discovered
that I was able to travel into the stories... to actually
become part of them.
I wish I could say that I listened to my teacher
and respected my gift, as I ought to have. If I had, I
would not be telling you this tale now.
But I was foolhardy and confused, showing off
with bravery.
One afternoon, curious about the myth of the
Arabian Nights, I traveled back to ancient Persia to
see for myself if it was true that every day Shahryar
(Persian: شهريار, “king”) married a new virgin, and then
sent yesterday's wife to be beheaded. It was written
and I had read, that by the time he met Scheherazade,
the vizier's daughter, he’d killed one thousand
women.
Something went wrong with my efforts. I arrived
in the midst of the story and somehow exchanged
places with Scheherazade – a phenomena that had
never occurred before and that still to this day, I
cannot explain.
Now I am trapped in that ancient past. I have
taken on Scheherazade’s life and the only way I can
protect myself and stay alive is to do what she did to
protect herself and stay alive.
Every night the King calls for me and listens as I spin tales.
And when the evening ends and dawn breaks, I stop at a
point that leaves him breathless and yearning for more.
And so the King spares my life for one more day, so that
he might hear the rest of my dark tale.
As soon as I finish a story... I begin a new
one... like the one that you, dear reader, have before
you now.
Chapter 1
RAVEN
I never thought about him naked.
Probably because during our affair—which went on for about a year and ended with a whimper seven months earlier—I never saw Taylor fully undressed. We usually met in some dark corner of the office and did little more than expose the relevant body parts.
But the other reason I never thought about him naked was because it just wasn’t like that. Brilliant, handsome, ambitious, rich, and about to get much richer, he was a real catch if you could ignore the fact that he was a complete ego-hole. I couldn’t ignore it and I couldn’t change it. So I’d used him like an in-office vibrator until he came back from a trip with a new girlfriend. I couldn’t find a hard feeling about it anywhere.
“Is it money?” he asked, hands folded on his desk. “I promised you a bonus in December. Do you need it now?”
“No.”
“If it’s not about money…?” He let the sentence hang, hands open as if he wanted me to drop motivations in them. We were always frank with each other, but I didn’t have to make his life that easy, did I? He and every other Silicon Valley wunderkind ego-hole had it a little too easy.
“It’s not about the other thing either,” I said.
“Which other thing?”
He wasn’t playing coy. He really did need to know which thing.
“It’s not about your new girlfriend or any kind of hard feelings about anything associated with you and me fucking.”
“Good, so…”
“And it’s not about the fact that you came back from your trip with a ten-point plan for improving the culture in this snake pit, or that it fell on your human resource manager’s shoulders.”
That was me and those were my shoulders. I really didn’t hold a grudge about it, but making him uncomfortable was its own reward.
“Not about you staying late after work six nights a week,” I continued, “teaching me how to hack some girl I didn’t know, or the four hundred other new responsibilities you laid on me since you got back.”
“I laid them on you because I trust you.”
“I know. And I appreciate it.”
“You’re not going to try and hack Neuronet, are you?” Taylor had taught me the basics of hacking, and it had been fun, but I was never going to be as good as him or his partner, Keaton. “Because they have core vulnerabilities,” he continued.
“No, Taylor. I’m not going to hack Neuronet.”
“Things aren’t going to be any easier there. It’s a goliath on its way to becoming a behemoth. You’re going to get overloaded and ignored. You’ll never be ignored here, even after we crush them.”
“I’m sure I could be a big shot here in the next ten to twelve years, but here’s the thing. We’ve crunched the numbers. QI4 has challenges.”
He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. The sleeves of his jacket hiked up, exposing an expensive watch and starched shirt cuffs. He was the only circuit mogul in town who wore suits.
“In five years,” he said, “this is going to be the only computer company in the world.”
“There’s a fifty percent chance you won’t be in business in five years.”
“Forty-eight percent.”
FILE UNDER: SOP mathematical hair-splitting.
Taylor had changed in the past few months, but when he didn’t want to hear something, he didn’t hear it.
“You’re building a vertical rollout that can fall apart at any stage. I don’t want to see that happen. I really don’t. But I didn’t come to Silicon Valley to wake up in five years and have to start over. I need stability.”
“Stability and your stock options, I assume?”
“I’d consider it a nice homage to the good times in the supply closet.”
His smirk was as wicked as ever.
“Good times.”
Chapter 2
RAVEN
As a lover, I hadn’t had a future with Taylor, but I’d been attracted to him. Suits, cleanliness, and attention to detail got me off. Ego-holeness didn’t.
The only reason I’d ever had a date in Silicon Valley was the pure odds that something had to make sense with so
meone. After all, I was a highly desired specimen, so rare in the wild that I attracted attention wherever I went. Numbers had been crunched. Articles had been written. The odds of my existence were infinitesimal. In this particular corner of California, I was a unicorn.
Meaning, I was a single female of child-bearing age.
I had my pick.
The guy with the mutton chops he thought were neat-o, or the dude in the Van Halen T-shirt that had the porousness and smell of Swiss cheese. The guy who couldn’t stop talking about World of Warcraft or the one who mentioned he went to grad school “in Cambridge” four times in four minutes. The experts on beer, custom-tuned guitars, gastropubbing, and social awkwardness. I’d dated boys in men’s bodies, humorless geniuses, closet Nazis, and unapologetic sexists who could rattle off the most convenient stats, studies, biological “facts,” and “cultural norms” that proved a woman’s place was in human resources doing anything but hiring other women.
Taylor had been a pretty good deal, everything considered. He at least showed me enough coding and IT to make me valuable in system implementation.
“But never again,” I said to Masy on the walk from the parking lot on the first day. The weather was standard-issue California perfect but seemed just a touch more perfect on the way into my new job. It was going to stay that way. “No more intra-office fucking.”
“Trust me,” she said, popping her lips off the green straw sticking out of her frothy coffee, “you’re safe from dating anyone at Neuronet. It’s like a cross-section of the worst of them.” My best friend, roommate, and fellow single-female unicorn worked in the marketing department. She’d mentioned the VP opening in HR systems when it opened up. Neuronet was as excited to meet me as I was eager to work with them.