The King by Tiffany Reisz Book Review

Updated: Jan 22

The King

by Tiffany Reisz

Published by MIRA books

Book #6 in the Original Sinners Series,

Book #2 in the Original Sinners Series: The White Years

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

Bouncing from bed to bed on the Upper East Side, Kingsley Edge is brilliant, beautiful and utterly debauched. No carnal act or 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…


Steamy Erotica Exciting

BDSM Happy Ending

The King by Tiffany Reisz is the sixth book in the Original Sinners series, and the second book in the sub-series, The White Years. This novel centers around Kingsley, who is visiting Grace and Zachary to meet Søren's son Fionn, and Kingsley telling the story of how Søren saved him, and helped him build his "kingdom". The story covers the span of time from when Søren and Eleanor/Nora met, to a couple of days after Eleanor crashes Kingsley's party, looking for help.

I really enjoyed The King, for multiple reasons. For one, we get a closer look of the friendship and love between Søren and Kingsley. In past books, we see a bit of it, but I really enjoyed seeing Kingsley and Søren become friends again after all this time apart, and what it led to. Some of the strongest parts of the book were the conversations between Kingsley and Søren, and Kingsley and his new assistant, Sam. I would say the only weak part of the story is there is too much sex (whaaaat?). It's Kingsley though, so I guess that was to be expected. I would have loved a little more back and forth between Kingsley and Fuller, and I found sometimes the sex paused the story for a bit (specifically when he is with Felicia the Domme).

Kingsley's character has certainly grown on my with every book added to the series. As with every other character, he is very layered, complicated, and sometimes not easy to like. There is one thing that this book makes apparent about his character, though. He loves, and he loves deeply. He loves Søren. Eleanor/Nora. He loves his people, his community. His family, which extends past his girlfriend and daughter, and long-lost son Nico, but now Zach, Grace, and Fionn. I loved seeing Søren through his eyes, and them building a friendship after 11 years apart, and their past with one another.

Was The King my favorite of the series? No. Did I really like it? I did. I love that they are not prequels, but present characters telling a story of the past. This is important. Read the Red Years first, as the White Years are not prequels and contain spoilers from the first 4 books. I highly recommend The King if you love the Original Sinner's series as I have grown to.

Top 3 Favorite Moments

1. Kingsley coming home to seeing Søren in his living room after 11 years apart

2. Søren forcing Kingsley to take better care of himself

3. Kingsley dressing as a woman at his strip club and firing his womanizing manager

4. (bonus) Sam and Kingsley cuddling so he wouldn't have nightmares

5. (bonus) Kingsley watching Eleanor in youth group

6. (bonus) Søren and Kingsley celebrating Clergy Appreciation Day

7. (bonus) Sam showing Fuller and Kingsley the blackmail tape

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Favorite Quotes

Grace: "Zachary'd thought I'd lost my mind. He's an editor, though, not a writer. He thinks all writers are a bit mad."

Grace: "Nora. Well, if she behaved like a normal person, she wouldn't be Nora, would she?"

Kingsley: "No. No, she wouldn't be."

Grace: "Maybe she should come stay with us a few days. She loves being around Fionn. And she and Zachary fight so much, she'll forget all her sorrows, I promise."

Duke: "God must be a tits and ass man."

Kingsley: "If He wasn't, He wouldn't have invented them."

Kingsley: "This key opens a door to a hidden part of this club. The part of the club you came to see. Doors are symbols, you know. Thresholds to cross, choices to be made. It's not often that a real door stands between you and a different life. Don't waste this chance. You go back that way, and you stay in your old world. You open hat door, and you enter a new one."

Boy: "If you were me..."

Kingsley: "I was you."

Boy: "What would you choose?"

Kingsley: "I ran through the door. And I never looked back."

Kingsley: "You bastard. A fucking Jesuit priest."

Søren: "Actually, a nonfucking Jesuit priest. They haven't rescinded the vows of celibacy yet."

Kingsley: "How inconsiderate of them."

Kingsley: "We dreamed beautiful dreams, didn't we? But a girl like that? Impossible dream."

Søren: "Nothing is impossible."

Kingsley: "What do you mean?"

Søren: "Kingsley..."

Kingsley: "What?"

Søren: "I found her."

Kingsley: "You found her. You're certain?"

Søren: "I have never been more certain of anything in my life. And that includes my call to the priesthood. It's her. Black hair and green eyes. Green hair and black eyes."

Kingsley: "That's not possible."

Søren: "Her eyes change color in the light. Green to black and back again. When I first saw her, she had streaked green dye through her black hair. She's violent and foul-mouthed, and she told me I was an idiot. Not only did she say that to me, it was the first thing she said to me."

Kingsley: "Wild, is she?"

Søren: "I'd go so far as to use the word feral."

Kingsley: "Feral. A wild cat, then. With claws?"

Søren: "Sharp ones. Sharp mind, too. Very intelligent. Cunning. Quick and clever. Almost fearless."

Kingsley: "My type of girl. Where did you meet her?"

Søren: "I was sent to pastor at a small parish in a town called Wakefield in Connecticut. She's in my congregation. I recognized her the second I saw her. You would have, too."

Kingsley: "What's she like?"

Søren: "Dangerous. She doesn't even know how dangerous."

Kingsley: "Beautiful, is she?"

Søren: "Kingsley, you have no idea..."

Kingsley: "You ... You're in love with her."

Søren didn't deny it. Kingsley respected him for that. Honesty as its own special brand of sadism.

Søren: "I am."

Dixon: "I thought all the French military knew how to do was surrender."

Kingsley: "You'd be curtsying to the Queen of England if it wasn't for the French."

Dixon: "You're fucking my wife, and you come to ask for a favor. I almost admire that."

Kingsley: "I wouldn't have to fuck your wife if you weren't too busy fucking your wife's sister."

Dixon: "You're friends with a priest?"

Kingsley: "Trust me, no one is more shocked by that than I am."

Kingsley: "Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point."

Dixon: "What was that?"

Kingsley: "I said, yes, I really like this girl. Call it destiny."

Dixon: "Let's hope my wife doesn't find out about you and your little destiny. She likes you."

Kingsley: "Let's hope your wife doesn't find out about a lot of things. I'll send someone to your house later. Or maybe I'll just drop it off next time I'm there."

Dixon: "You son of a bitch."

Kingsley: "My mother was a saint. I'm the only bitch in the family."

Kingsley: "Let me ask you something. If I hadn't been able to help your little girl, what would you have done? What was Plan B?"

Søren: "I think she and my mother would get along quite well."

Kingsley: "I'm glad I could save you from the necessity of kidnapping a minor and transporting her across international borders."

Søren: "Kidnapping is such a strong word. I prefer the term rescuing."

Kingsley: "You really love her."

Søren: "You will, too."

Kingsley: "If I'm going to keep you from getting excommunicated or going to prison for seducing and/or kidnapping a teenage girl -"

Søren: "Seduce her? I haven't even seen her for a full month."

Kingsley: "She quit church?"

Søren cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter.

Søren: "She's grounded."

Kingsley dropped his head on to the table.

Kingsley: "Why didn't I defect to Russia when I had the chance?"

Søren: "Are you going to make a decision about your cards, or are we going to be here all night?"

Kingsley: "We're going to be here all night."

Søren shook his head in disgust.

Kingsley: "Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one with a girlfriend young enough to be grounded."

Blaise: "Against my better judgment, I answered the phone and took a message for you. But don't get any ideas that I'm your new secretary, although you need to get a new secretary -"

Kingsley: "I will, chouchou. I promise."

Blaise: "You said that last week."

Kingsley: "I got a new secretary last week."

Blaise: "Where is she?"

Kingsley: "She quit."

Blaise: "Did you fuck her?"

Kingsley: "I didn't mean to. It was an accident."

Blaise turned her attention back to Søren

Blaise: "Can you please tell your oldest and dearest friend to stop seducing his secretaries so they'll stop quitting on him when they catch him fucking someone else?"

Søren: "Kingsley, stop seducing your secretaries so they'll stop quitting on you."

Blaise: "Thank you."

Søren: "My pleasure."

Kingsley: "Can I ask you a question?"

Søren: "Ask."

Kingsley: "What did you do to Blaise?"

Søren: "I'm not going to answer that?"

Kingsley: "Did you fuck her?"

Søren: "That's two questions, and no, I didn't. Are you upset we played? She said she's allowed to be with anyone she wants."

Kingsley: "I don't care who she plays with. I want to know why she's lying on my couch in a stupor claiming you gave her the best pain of her life."

Søren: "The best? I'm sure that's an exaggeration, but I'm pleased she enjoyed herself. I certainly enjoyed her."

Kingsley: "So all that about not breaking your vows was, quoi?"

Søren: "There was no sex, and I didn't marry her. Nor did I take money from her or refuse to obey a direct order from the pope."

Kingsley: "What about -"

Kingsley made a specific hand gesture.

Søren: "Well, I did do that, of course."

Kingsley: "Of course."

Søren: "But we Jesuits aren't nearly so hard-line or heavy-handed as the Curis when it comes to masturbation. My God, there are at least three puns in that last sentence. Entirely unintentional."

Søren: "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."

Kingsley: "So there? No, not there. We're not there yet. You - You're in a good mood all the time. And you talk. And you're ... nice. Well, nicer. You've changed."

Søren: "Kingsley -"

Kingsley: "It' the girl, isn't it? The Virgin Queen. I should have known."

Søren: "Kingsley, are you -"

Kingsley: "Give me a second."

Søren: "What are you doing?"

Kingsley: "I need a cigarette to calm my nerves. They're frazzled."

Søren: "You're not a dowager duchess. You shouldn't have frazzled nerves at twenty-eight."

Kingsley: "Do you never knock?"

Søren: "The moaning and groaning had stopped, and the walls have stopped rattling. I assumed the coast was clear."

Kingsley: "She let you hurt her?"

Søren: "She did. Although she herself is a sadist. And a very good one."

Kingsley: "How good?"

Søren looked away and smiled at something before looking back at Kingsley.

Søren: "She was very mean to me."

Kingsley: "Good. Someone needs to be. Is the reason for all this..."

Kingsley waved his hand again

Søren: "This what?"

Kingsley: "Good behavior?"

Søren: "I just told you I went to a brothel every week in seminary to learn sadism from a madam. You have an interesting definition of good behavior."

Kingsley: "Blaise has a big mouth. One of her better qualities. Usually."

Kingsley: "Hosting an exorcism tonight?"

Søren: "Worse. Couples' counseling."

Kingsley: "Same thing."

Blaise: "Call the priest. You're in a better mood when he's around. He doesn't brood like you do."

Kingsley: "He invented brooding. He holds the patent on brooding. He gets royalties whenever anyone broods. You just haven't seen him do it yet."

Blaise: "Call him."