I’ve been many things.
I’ve been a son and a stepbrother. An Army captain and a Vice President.
But only with Him am I a prince. His little prince.
Only with Maxen and Greer does my world make sense, only between them can I find peace from the demons that haunt me. But men like me aren’t made to be happy. We don’t deserve it. And I should have known a love as sharp as ours could cut both ways.
My name is Embry Moore and I serve at the pleasure of the President of the United States…for now.
This is the story of an American Prince.
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Ash opens his eyes and gives me a sleepy smile. It’s such an unfamiliar look on him, both the openness of it and the happiness, and I stare into his face, drinking it in like a man dying of thirst. After Carpathia, after Morgan, after me, after Jenny—I never could have believed that I would see Ash breathe and smile without all that torment suffocating him. Seeing it, if only for a few minutes, feels like some kind of gift, an unearned blessing. I reach out and trace his jaw, predictably already rough with stubble, and then run the pads of my fingers over his sleepy smile.
“Is it morning?” he asks. My cock jumps again at the sound of his voice. It’s always a little rough around the edges, like someone took sandpaper to his words, but right after sleep, his voice is pure gravel, masculine and hungry.
“Where is she?”
She. Our Greer. Once again, I feel the hollow space in the bed where she should be, and I have a brief moment of amused anxiety, because if I can’t stand to be apart from her when she’s in the restroom, how on earth are the three of us going to survive the next two and a half years? Or shit—six and a half years if Ash gets re-elected?
“She’s in the bathroom,” I say, trying to suppress this new awareness of how hard our future is going to be. “I just woke up.”
Ash makes a noise in the back of his throat, and his hand moves on my stomach again. Moves down, sliding past my navel. My dick is hard now, hard and pulsing against the cool air.
“I love it when you first wake up,” Ash tells me, his voice no longer sleepy but still graveled and rough. “Your eyes look darker with your pupils that wide, and your cheeks get flushed, and your body…” His wicked hand brushes over my crown, swollen and dusky in the dark. “Your body always looks so willing for whatever I want.”
His hand closes over my shaft and squeezes, and I moan.
“So willing,” Ash repeats in a murmur, and then I expect him to flip me over and push into me, but he doesn’t. Instead he lets go of my cock and climbs over me, lowering his heavy, hard body onto mine so that our cocks are pinned between our bare stomachs and our chests press together.
His lips pass over mine, the slightest brush, and then he does it again, smiling as I tilt my face up greedily to catch his mouth in a real kiss.
He teases me once or twice more, coaxing a frustrated whimper from somewhere deep inside me, and then he puts us out of our misery and lowers his mouth to mine, parting my lips with his and licking deep into my mouth. His kiss is slow, but possessive, and he drives the pace and the depth. I can barely breathe, he kisses me so deeply, but I don’t care. I don’t want to, don’t want any air that Ash himself hasn’t given me. After a few minutes of this, he pulls back slightly and then presses his forehead to mine.
“Oh, Embry,” he says, his voice cracking. “How much I’ve missed you.”
My chest cracks open along with his voice. “Will you ever forgive me?” I whisper.
It’s hard to speak the words, even in the dark. “For not marrying you.”
His breath leaves him. “Embry…”
“You can be honest with me,” I say, wanting to be his brave little prince. Just this once. “I deserve it.”
His hands frame my face as he pulls back to meet my eyes. “It will always hurt, Embry. I can’t pretend that it won’t. But surely you must know by now, and I’ve told you before…I’ll take you any way I can have you. If all you’ll give me is a few stolen nights, then that’s what I’ll take.”
"First, about me, Embry Moore, son of the terrifying lieutenant Governor Vivienne Moore. To the outside world, I must have looked like a prince. I grew up with horses and boats and my own fucking lake, went to the most exclusive schools, graduated college early, and went off to play war because it sounded like fun."
American Prince is the story of Embry Moore and the complicated history he shares with Greer Galloway and Maxen Ashley Colchester. Written in alternating POV's through Embry and Greer's eyes you learn about the past, the present and maybe even a bit about the future.
"Greer, the perfect submissive, born to lead outside the bedroom and serve inside of it…would she understood if she saw the way Ash and I are together? She submits because she feels safe that way, because she was born to submit, but I submit because I was born to suffer. Because I like suffering."
It's been a week since I finished American Prince and I still don't know how to put my thoughts and feelings into words. This is one of the hardest reviews I've ever tried to write and no matter how many words I put down they will never be enough for this incredibly intricate book.
American Queen was phenomenal and scandalous and mind blowing and American Prince WAS SO MUCH MORE! I fell a little bit in love with Embry in American Queen but in American Prince its full blown love and infatuation.
There's so much more to Embry then you get in American Queen. American Prince was his side of the story and you got exactly that. From the very beginning you find out why Embry has made all the decisions that you could never understand. Why he always told Ash no, why he never called Greer. And you truly appreciate Embry for each of these decisions. He's accused of being selfish but he's everything but.
"When I was twenty-nine, I met a princess. Her heart was broken, and so was mine. She had a raspberry dress, I had bright blue pants and deck shoes. She had tears and I had a hand to wipe them away. She had something she wanted to give me and I had something I wanted to take. Maybe I knew it was love the moment she smiled through her tears at me on a Chicago curb. Or maybe it was in the Ferris wheel, kneeling at her feet as she pressed her hands to my face. Or maybe it was the moment I claimed a place in her body no other person had. But the moment I knew for sure came later, after I’d fucked her for the first time, after the shower. As I brought her back to bed, eased into her tender cunt, and she arched in pain underneath me. “Does it hurt?” I asked, worried. “Yes.” And then a big smile in the dark. “Do it harder.” She was like me. It was in the way she twisted underneath me. It was in the way she scratched and shoved at me, bit me, came like a shot when I bit her. She wanted the pain, she wanted the rough, she wanted the struggle. I wouldn’t know until later that she only wanted the struggle with me, that with Ash—just as I was—she was fully submissive. I wouldn’t know until later that with each other, we found something we couldn’t find with him. I only knew then that something in her body, her heart, was identical to my own. And that’s when I knew I couldn’t let her go."
American Prince gave me that intense, heart pounding, adrenaline screaming through my veins, sitting on the edge of my seat crazy feeling that all my favourite books give me! It's a feeling I get from only a few authors but it's my absolute favourite! Sierra Simone's talent knows no boundaries! The story line was so complex and heart wrenching and the shock factor was out of this world. I love how unpredictable Sierra's writing is and how you can't guess what's going to happen next. Anything is always possible in the world she's created and if you think it's impossible? Its about to happen. Sierra is a phenomenal author and deserves to have her words in all corners of every book shop all over the world.
“It was the purest heavens in the midst of the worst hell, and I loved every minute of it, even though it was all underpinned by a lie--my lie—and I knew one day it would burn down around me.”
There's something about Embry's sacrifices and actions that speak to my heart and soul. He's unselfish and damaged and stole the biggest part of my heart in American Prince. All I want is for Embry to have his Happily Ever After.
American Prince left me speechless and with such intense feelings that I couldn't name them all. But I do feel like I have relinquished control of my heart to all the words that Sierra will be writing. I need answers. And I'm so DESPERATE for American King and the rest of this incredible trilogy!
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