SINNER by Sierra Simone
Release Date: March 15th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs
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Blurb
I’m not a good man, and I’ve never pretended to be. I don’t believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn’t paid for in advance.
What do I believe in? Money. Sex. Macallan 18.
They have words for men like me—playboy. Womanizer. Skirt chaser.
My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me.
Sinner.
***Sinner is a standalone companion to Priest about Father Bell's brother Sean. You do not have to read Priest or Midnight Mass to read Sinner.***
My Review (ARC provided)
4-4.5 stars!
Wow this book was HOT but not only that it had depth and feeling. This took me out of my comfort zone a bit, but having read Priest, I knew it would be good. Sierra can write! In fact she writes brilliantly. It may be smutty and dirty and sinful but she can write a great story.
Sean Bell lost his faith a long time ago, his sisters suicide, his mom's cancer, and many more things over the years piled up on him. He believes he's a bad man, but he is good , he just doesn't see it. He sees himself as the bad guy, someone that isn't worth anything but his money and the woman he sleeps with. He has a lot of responsibilities that he shoulders, with his career, mother, and now his best friend is asking him to help protect his sister. Sean is the oldest sibling, growing up he has always taken on everything. He picks up the pieces of his family and pays for his mothers health care to give her the best possible life.
"I used to believe in God like I believed in cancer. That is, I knew both existed in a kind of distant, academic sense, but they were concepts that applied to other people; they were personally irrelevant to Sean Bell's life."
He doesn't have time for love and feels like he doesn't deserve it. When Zenny offers him one month, one month to explore each other, and one month of herself, he has a hard time saying no. She expects nothing after a month, and they will go on their separate ways. He knows it's not the right thing to do, but he's never been one to do the "honorable " thing.
"How can you pray to something you don't understand? To something that might not be good?"
Sean doesn't realize just how deep he's gotten himself. Zenny is an unexpected and very sinful surprise. The Sinner begins to pray.
"She's going to miss me. She's going to leave me. And I'm going to die when she does."
This is a little play off of the sinner and the saint, the angel and the devil, and I love how it was done. I loved the heat it was burning off the pages and, I loved how Sierra really touched on faith and different beliefs, it was so well written and so right on.
This book was dirty, filthy and hot, but it was a super sweet story about growth and acceptance. I need to go cool off now.
I recommend!
EXCERPT
“Zenny,” I mumble against her lips, some valiant part of me recognizing that this is far, far beyond the kiss she asked for, and also recognizing that I’m going to come all over the inside of my Hugo Boss suit pants if she keeps it up. Even through the clothes, I can feel her heat, her shameless rolls hinting at where she goes soft and wet between her legs.
Fuck, I want to see it. I want to see her pussy. It’s suddenly all I can think about, all I can want or crave, just one glimpse, just a peek.
“I want to see your cunt,” I say hoarsely, lifting my head.
“My…cunt?” She says the word like she’s never said it out loud before.
“Yeah.” My voice is so ragged right now, so desperate, and fuck, I’ve never felt this frantic before. Like I’ll actually combust if I don’t get this one thing, this one small sight of her secret place.
She lets out a shaky breath, her hand dropping from my lapel to her skirt, which she slowly rucks up to her waist as I devour her lips once more, as I bury my face in her neck and kiss every sliver of skin exposed above her collar. I bite at her ear, at her jaw, my hand finding hers as it pulls her skirt up, so that I’m helping her do it, that we’re doing it together, this forbidden act, this forbidden revelation.
Her forbidden body.
That word, forbidden, spikes through my mind, bringing with it equal spikes of lust and fear. Because yes, it’s fucking hot that I shouldn’t be kissing her, I shouldn’t be begging to see her most secret place, my hand shouldn’t be covering hers as it slides up her thigh—but it’s also bad. Bad even for Sean Bell.
Bad, bad, bad.
About the Author:
Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling 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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