The Wait Is Finally Over!
Use, Songs of Perdition #2
Fiona Drazen's story.
By CD Reiss
In the end, did I stab him to be free of him? And free to what? Fuck? Snort? Party? Or free to be normal?
It was a very interesting situation, up there on Maundy,” Elliot said.
“Nothing like it in the world. It’s a safe place for people like me.”
“People like you? Can you be more specific?” He ran his finger on the edge of his blotter, and a chill went up my inner thighs.
“People like me means, I don’t know. Fuckers. We fuck because it’s what we do. Bus drivers drive. Accountants account. Policemen police. I’m a fucker. I fuck.”
CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon 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 embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles.
Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” 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 give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
Want more from CD?
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#2. Ruin; Coming soon
Songs of Perdition; Fiona Drazen
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