SINNER by Sierra Simone
Release Date: March 15th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs
OUR REVIEW:
Shel:
Sierra Simone.
Sierra Simone.
How am I supposed to have words? You stole them all and used your word sorcery to weave a story that had me under its spell. It opened my heart. It broke my heart. It healed my heart. It was passionate and wonderful and considerate and respectful. It was deliciously naughty. It was profound and ...really all the things. It was just all the things. ALL OF THE THINGS.
Court: How on earth can I follow that? Okay, so Shel is right. Sierra Simone has a unique style...and it is awesome. Her story is so well written and thought out, and nothing is every included by accident. Nothing is said for the purpose of filling pages, or "fluffy" and I can't tell you how much we love that!
Court: How on earth can I follow that? Okay, so Shel is right. Sierra Simone has a unique style...and it is awesome. Her story is so well written and thought out, and nothing is every included by accident. Nothing is said for the purpose of filling pages, or "fluffy" and I can't tell you how much we love that!
Shel: I loved the conversations between our 'sinner' Sean and Zenny--they ran the gamut from discussing religion, belief, faith and hurt to internalized and externalized racism. I loved how they taught each other and learned from each other and gahhhhh--I have no words. I loved them together and I feel like I could read a chapter about the rest of their lives for the rest of my life and still want more. Court: It's that realness that we're always looking for in characters isn't it? I think that to capture the true essence of our exissentialism if you will really makes us question our own beliefs and teach us something, and I love when a book has the ability to do that...but also be fun and sexy and an escape all at the same time.
Shel: You always, always, deliver, Sierra Simone. I know that no matter what you write you're going to challenge me, affirm other parts of my system of beliefs, give me things to ponder, and entertain me. Please never stop writing. Court: I second that. Don't go! And if you've not read this book...we recommend it STAT!
SINNER is NOW AVAILABLE!
Amazon: myBook.to/SeanTheSinner
iBooks: sierrasim.one/isinner
Kobo: sierrasim.one/kobosinner
Nook: sierrasim.one/nooksinner
Add to Goodreads: sierrasim.one/GRsinner
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.***
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
Connect with Sierra Simone:
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Website: http://authorsierrasimone.com/
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