Friday, November 10, 2017

REVIEW: American King by Sierra Simone


"Enthralling and drop dead gasp-worthy."

- CD Reiss, New York Times Bestselling Author

American King, the stunning conclusion to The New Camelot Trilogy by Sierra Simone is available NOW!!


American King, Sierra Simone's final installment of her New Camelot series, has been one of the most widely anticipated novels of the year and Simone rewarded her readers with a meticulously detailed emotional read. 

This novel primarily focuses on Ash and his version of the love affair he has with Embry and Greer; we get into the inner sanctum of his heart and mind. We get to break through his powerful yet stoic presence to really see what he sees and feel what he feels--not only of his present life but of his earlier years. We get to see how deeply he loved Embry and Greer and how tortured and joyous his love was. While Ash's story was the main focus of this novel, we also see things through many other characters, in a way that almost seems to release some of the pressure of being in Ash's head (he was an intense personality), give added insight, and helps move the action along. 

American King is most definitely a love letter from Sierra Simone to these characters (and her love of the original legends, and to her fans). You can feel the care she's taken with every scene placement, every small detail, and with the pain and joy and even the mundane she places on her characters. She's modernized characters in a way that I know will create a whole new group of readers who will seek out the original legends. 

There's so much to share with this novel that I can't imagine how to tackle it all, so I'll end with this: 
This is most definitely a Sierra Simone novel in that it's well written, smart, and sexy but to just leave it at that feels too simple. It doesn't tell you how emotionally attached you'll get to these characters, how she writes sex as deliciously filthy and wonderful and intimate, and how you feel so much more connected to these legends than the excerpt you read in your tenth grade English class. So for all of those reasons and more, thank you, Sierra Simone, for fulfilling all the unwritten promises you made when you started this journey--it was well worth the wait to finish it.

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.


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. CAMELOT AD INSTA ONE.jpg

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About the Author:

Sierra Simone is a 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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