WAITING on WEDNESDAY ❤ The King by Tiffany Reisz

Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Jill at Breaking The Spine that spotlights upcoming releases that we're eagerly anticipating.

This week's "can't-wait-to-read" selection is:

The King (The Original Sinners #6)
by Tiffany Reisz
Expected publication: November 25th 2014

Series: The Original Sinners #6, The Original Sinners: White Years #2                                  

Synopsis 

Cunning. Sex. Pure nerve. Only this unholy threesome can raise him to his rightful place as a rule of Manhattan's king kingdom.

Bouncing from bed to bed on the Upper East Side, Kingsley Edge is brilliant, beautiful and utterly debauched. No carnal act of chemical compound can relieve his self-destructive heartache—only Søren, the one person he loves without limit or regret. A man he can never have, but in whose hands Kingsley is reborn to attain even greater heights of sin.

Kingsley's plan to open the ultimate BDSM club—a dungeon playground for New York's A-list—becomes his obsession. His expertise in domination can't subdue the one man who wants to stop him. The enigmatic Reverend Fuller won't rest until King's dream is destroyed, and so the battle lines are set; it's one man's sacred mission against another's. 

I love love love this series. Tiffany Reisz has a way of making characters lovable even in the most disturbing of situations. The teaser below is evidence. Let me know what you think then tell me what you're Waiting on this Wednesday! 

TEASER

“You’re a priest. A Jesuit priest. And I left the house for one hour and come back and I’ve got a girl with afterglow on my couch eating strawberries claiming my ex-lover who is now a Catholic priest gave her the best pain of her life. I can’t ever leave my house again.”

“You know from personal experience it’s in the world’s best interest I beat someone on a regular basis. I spoke to my confessor, and he gave me leave to ‘deal with’ this side of myself as long as I don’t break any vows. So there.”

“So there? No, not there. We’re not there yet. You-” Kingsley pointed at Søren. “You’re in a good mood all the time. And you talk. And you’re…nice. Well, nicer.” The word “nice” hurt coming out. “You’ve changed.”

“Kingsley-”

“It’s the girl, isn’t it? The Virgin Queen. I should have known.”

Søren eyed him with suspicion. “Kingsley, are you-”

“Give me a second.” Kingsley paced room. His mind reeled. What had happened under his own roof? He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out tobacco and rolling papers.

“What are you doing?”

“I need a cigarette to calm my nerves. They’re frazzled.”

“You’re not a dowager duchess. You shouldn’t have frazzled nerves at twenty-eight,” Søren said. “And you shouldn’t be smoking either.”

“My house, my rules. It’s a smoking house. Everyone has to smoke in my house. I won’t quit smoking, and if you stay here you have to start smoking.” Kingsley quickly rolled a cigarette and licked the rolling paper to seal it.

“Then I’ll go back to the rectory.”

Kingsley flicked his lighter, lit his cigarette, took a long drag, and glared at Søren.

“How do you give someone the best pain of their life without touching them?”

Kingsley raised the cigarette to his lips again.

He heard a snapping sound and the cigarette no longer had a flame.

For a long time he looked at his cigarette before slowly turning his head toward Søren who held a bullwhip in his hand. Casually Søren coiled it.

Cigarette lit.

Bullwhip snap.

Cigarette not lit anymore.

He held the stub in his hand split in two. He hadn’t felt a thing.

“Any other questions?” Søren asked with an arrogant lift of his eyebrow.

Kingsley pointed at the whip, pointed at his hand, pointed at Søren…

No more questions. Wrong. He had one more question.

“Can you teach me to do that?”