Cards of Love: The Moon by Sierra Simone
Release Date: October 5th
Genre: Erotic Romance
Cover Designer: Lori Jackson at Lori Jackson Design
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Blurb:
She’s angry that I left. I’m angry that I died.
It’s the trouble with our two lives: we don’t only have one past to work through, but two. Double the pain, twice the betrayal.
A million times the tragedy.
***The Moon is the story of Merlin and Nimue from the New Camelot trilogy. It’s recommended that you read the trilogy first, as there are American King spoilers in The Moon.***
(Cards of Love is a massive multi-author project, a series of love letters to the mysterious and inspirational world of tarot cards. These can be read in any order, as the only thing the Cards of Love books share is their common inspiration from the world of tarot.) 
Excerpt
A hiss in the darkness, then a flame, bright and dancing and unwelcome.
A match, I think, and then I think, why?
And then: where am I?
“You’re awake,” says a voice like water. A voice I love. It still doesn’t help me figure out where I am.
“Am I?” I ask. “Awake?”
Like I said earlier, I don’t dream as such, but when I close my eyes, the memories and visions are there, dogging my sleep. And I think maybe—yes, there is also a memory like this. A memory of a dark-haired girl and a cave sparkling with light, the night air heavy with the ecstatic cries we fed it.
“You are awake, Merlin.” The flame moves, calves another flame, and then is blown out. A candle now glows softly against the face of a woman standing at the end of the bed I’m on.
Dark brows arch high over clear blue eyes and a long nose curves gracefully down the woman’s oval face, framed by a high forehead and cheekbones, and a beautiful, if narrow, jaw. Her lips are on the thin side, but perfectly sculpted, giving her an expressive, fascinating mouth. Coffee-dark hair hangs in glossy sheets around her face and down her back.
She’s haunting. Haunting even as a girl, but now even more so as a woman.
“Nimue,” I say, and for the first time I notice how thirsty I am. I make to sit up—and realize my hands are tied to the bed.
Nimue sets the candle down on an end table, and it illuminates the space enough to show me that
I’m indeed in a room and not in the damp mouth of a cave.It means it’s now and not then, which I suppose I should be grateful for.
After all, I died then.
A silver key glints from just below the smile of her clavicle, the bottom tip of it pointing to the sweet valley between her breasts I used to know so well. They are small and pert—her body still the lithe dancer’s body she had as a girl—and my flesh responds to the sight of those little handfuls, the memory of them. The fantasy of her dusky nipples dragging along the underside of my aching cock is enough to have my body warming, and that’s when I really become aware that I’m not only tied to the bed, but I’m also dressed in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else.
Well, nothing else except for the padded cuff around my ankle.
Nimue leans forward to untie my wrist, which leaves the front of her swishy dress gaping forward enough that I can see those nipples now, dark rose and erect.
I’d tasted them frequently once upon a time.
Once upon a time, twice.
In another life, I’d known the feel of her breasts against my lips and tongue better than I’d known almost anything else.
With one of my wrists freed, Nimue straightens and nods at the other. “You can untie yourself. You’ll find that the chain allows you more than enough length to do everything you need. I’m obviously trusting you not to do anything self-destructive, but should the need arise, I can take away this particular freedom.” She says it cheerfully, almost as if the idea of taking away my freedom delights her.
The key on her chest glints as she steps back, and I understand that it’s the key that unlocks my cuff—the same cuff that is connected to a ring in the floor by a length of slender chain.
Anger comes.
And with it shame.
And with that, fear.
I died once this way, and I’d rather not do it again.
I lunge for my other wrist to untie it, needing to be free, needing to reach for Nimue to kiss her or kill her—but by the time I untie myself, she’s out the door with it shut and locked behind her.
About the Author:
Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City
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she's angry that I left; I'm angry that I died !
The mere mention of Merlin from New CAMELOT series , which is THE BEST SERIES by the way, and I was salivating for his story. At the end of the series Merlin gives us a glimpse of his power of magic and his ancient life. You could've knocked me down with a feather on that bridge!
And Sierra does JUST THAT ! A spellbinding tale that will transport you away from physical world into an ethereal above, you'll float high on a cloud of spells and magic. Reading a sierra book is akin to an otherworldy experience, Its a high like no other. Ancient times of kings and dungeons and diabolism and wizards comes alive right in her pages and youll want to touch it, dive into it and just want to live there !!
Merlin is blessed with a sight that sees both ways but it's taxing and exacting. It also comes with a curse, which offsets his gains with equal losses
the sight- it lets me see the past through my memories, the future through my Visions. The present through ways that even I don't fully understand
Was he really ......was Ash *gasp*😱 .yes..YES!! It all made sense now, it was destiny and Merlin was chosen as a guidance counselor to stand beside Arthur and clear his path to greatness. But what about the toll it took on Merlin himself, his life, what ultimate sacrifices he had to make to adhere to his loyalty towards his sworn duty?
THAT is what THIS book is about. THE MOON. Moon has been forever associated with eternal love and carries a halo of mystery around it. Magic happens when MOON ripens to a full form...It's amore!!
Merlin is epitome of eternal love with Nimue, he has been wandering through lives for over 1500 years to stand guard to protect Arthur/Ash and in the process meets, loses, dies, resurrects through his loves with Nimue.
a narrow, lonely path, a giant arrow of Destiny pointing me towards my work and away from everything else
They share magic and magic boldens and strengthens and doubles and winds itself around this glittering couple
He lays down his pride, his ego, his life at her feet. Not ashamed to lick her boots or accept pain at her merry little sadistic hands, open up his body for her to beat & flay open, or crawl on all fours for her. He's waited 23 years after the first taste to this second taste. If THAT'S not timeless eternal love then nothing is !
I would rather die than leave you and let me tell you about the time I did just that .
Sierra spins Magic, casts Enchanting spells, scintillates the senses, kinks up the sex and exhilarates the narration. I am in a trance!!
Nothing more fulfilling to see this ferocious & avowed love being reciprocated with equal, if not more devotion and fervor !
I suddenly want to bleed for him, to die for him like he did for me. I want to give him my bones, my grave and The eternities of devotion
I want more sierra...so much more....give me Lyr and Mark and Tristan and Isolde-esque story. Like thirsty travellers we'll travel a long time to arrive at CAMELOT 💕 just keep throwing us morsels or banquets of your words every now and then !
infinite stars for Little Moon & Wizard
The mere mention of Merlin from New CAMELOT series , which is THE BEST SERIES by the way, and I was salivating for his story. At the end of the series Merlin gives us a glimpse of his power of magic and his ancient life. You could've knocked me down with a feather on that bridge!
And Sierra does JUST THAT ! A spellbinding tale that will transport you away from physical world into an ethereal above, you'll float high on a cloud of spells and magic. Reading a sierra book is akin to an otherworldy experience, Its a high like no other. Ancient times of kings and dungeons and diabolism and wizards comes alive right in her pages and youll want to touch it, dive into it and just want to live there !!
Merlin is blessed with a sight that sees both ways but it's taxing and exacting. It also comes with a curse, which offsets his gains with equal losses
the sight- it lets me see the past through my memories, the future through my Visions. The present through ways that even I don't fully understand
Was he really ......was Ash *gasp*😱 .yes..YES!! It all made sense now, it was destiny and Merlin was chosen as a guidance counselor to stand beside Arthur and clear his path to greatness. But what about the toll it took on Merlin himself, his life, what ultimate sacrifices he had to make to adhere to his loyalty towards his sworn duty?
THAT is what THIS book is about. THE MOON. Moon has been forever associated with eternal love and carries a halo of mystery around it. Magic happens when MOON ripens to a full form...It's amore!!
Merlin is epitome of eternal love with Nimue, he has been wandering through lives for over 1500 years to stand guard to protect Arthur/Ash and in the process meets, loses, dies, resurrects through his loves with Nimue.
a narrow, lonely path, a giant arrow of Destiny pointing me towards my work and away from everything else
They share magic and magic boldens and strengthens and doubles and winds itself around this glittering couple
He lays down his pride, his ego, his life at her feet. Not ashamed to lick her boots or accept pain at her merry little sadistic hands, open up his body for her to beat & flay open, or crawl on all fours for her. He's waited 23 years after the first taste to this second taste. If THAT'S not timeless eternal love then nothing is !
I would rather die than leave you and let me tell you about the time I did just that .
Sierra spins Magic, casts Enchanting spells, scintillates the senses, kinks up the sex and exhilarates the narration. I am in a trance!!
Nothing more fulfilling to see this ferocious & avowed love being reciprocated with equal, if not more devotion and fervor !
I suddenly want to bleed for him, to die for him like he did for me. I want to give him my bones, my grave and The eternities of devotion
I want more sierra...so much more....give me Lyr and Mark and Tristan and Isolde-esque story. Like thirsty travellers we'll travel a long time to arrive at CAMELOT 💕 just keep throwing us morsels or banquets of your words every now and then !
infinite stars for Little Moon & Wizard
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