Blog Tour: 4 Stars for Bombshell by CD Reiss


Bombshell, an all-new sexy and swoony standalone from CD Reiss is available now!


Bombshell by CD Reiss
Publication Date: May 1st, 2017
Publisher: Montlake
Genre: Contemporary Romance


Hollywood bad boy Brad Sinclair always gets his way, whether it’s the role he wants or the bikini-clad model he has to have. But when a bombshell gets dropped in his lap in the form of a dimpled five-year-old from a forgotten relationship, he knows his life is about to change forever.

Cara DuMont isn’t exactly thrilled when she gets assigned to be the nanny for the latest box-office king. She has one rule: no celebrity fathers, especially single ones with devilish good looks and rock-hard abs.

But as soon as Cara meets Brad and his adorable little girl, she knows she’s in for a world of trouble. Because there’s something about the way Brad looks at her that makes her believe that some rules are meant to be broken…

My Review:

4 Stars!

Sexy A-list actor father + hot nanny + cute kid = great new contemporary romance from C. D. Reiss.  Bombshell is well… the bomb!

Brad Sinclair is one of the hottest actors in Hollywood and has a reputation as a party boy.  When his five year old daughter, who he wasn’t aware of, is dropped in his lap, things change.  Only, Brad does not change with them.  Instead, he does what all Hollywood stars do, he hires someone to deal with it—a nanny.  Brad is a complicated character and it took me nearly three-fourths of the way through the book to actually like him.  He is selfish and immature and a whole host of other things.  However, when he finally gets his stuff together… BAM!  I was over the moon for the guy.

Cara is a nanny in Hollywood that does not want to work with a celebrity family.  Been there, done that.  Has the humiliation of being fired to prove it.  All Cara wants is to work with kids.  Her past is complicated leaving her scarred.  I loved Cara.  She was strong, unapologetic and those kids came first.  She wasn’t swayed by celebrity, despite how hot Brad was.  I gotta hand it to her.  She held strong for a long time, until the kiss that changed everything.

Along with my difficulty warming up to Brad until late in the book, I was a bit disappointed in the lack of chemistry.  There were sparks of hope, but for me it never really ignited like in other books I have read.

The funny thing is the shining stars of this book are all secondary characters.  Nicole, Brad’s five year old, is a gem.  She is more adult and in charge than the actual adults.  Then there is Brad’s family.  Southern Baptist’s from Arkansas who are completely unapologetic and loving but they don’t let Brad get away with anything.  There are some pretty classic moments between Brad and his family.

If you have trouble getting into the book, don’t give up.  Keep reading, because the last ¼ of the book and the prologue make it all worth it!


The front door opened. I expected a housekeeper or butler, but it was the actor himself.

I hadn’t forgotten how beautiful he was; I’d just chosen not to think about it.

“Ma’am,” he said. Southern boy. Parents together. Christian elementary. Public secondary. Two years at USC Drama. Dates his costars for a month after the wrap party, then moves on. Poring through the trades and making calls, I’d discovered he’d spend at least eight of the next twelve months overseas doing action movies, but most had postproduction in town.

“Mr. Sinclair,” I said, holding my hand out. “Nice to see you outside a bathroom.”

He shook my hand.

I’d shaken plenty of famous hands attached to gorgeous men, but my imagination was sparked by the way his fingers slid against mine to grasp them and the way our palms pressed together. My mind clouded over with ripped sheets, hard muscles, and soft skin.

“Pleasure’s mine,” he said and my brain skipped like a trip on a cracked sidewalk over the word pleasure.

He didn’t give me the oversincere hand-over-clasp to show me how damn happy he was to see me, but there was something intimate about that half a second.

Just a consultation.

I followed him into the house. Dora Donovan had designed it. Looked like her with her faux-midcentury white couch and shag rug. That wasn’t going to work with playdates unless he wanted to keep an upholsterer on staff.

We went through the living room to a smaller room with a pool table smack in the middle. It had a stained glass Budweiser lamp over it and was racked for nine-ball. Dora Donovan had nothing to do with this room, for sure.

“Wanna sit?” He held a chair out for me. The glass-topped table was just inside the open patio doors and was set with iced tea.

I sat.

“I’m not a date,” I said kindly, indicating the iced tea setup. “Just so you know. You don’t have to do things like hold the chair for me.”

“Habit, I guess.”

He sat opposite me.

“Chivalry is nice. But with the nanny, whomever you hire, it can be misconstrued.”

He smirked a little, as if misconstruing his own thoughts. I cleared my throat and pulled my jacket closed.


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About the Author

CD Reiss is a 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 write novels.

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.


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