SINNER by Sierra Simone
Release Date: March 15th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs
SINNER is NOW AVAILABLE!
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 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.***
This book is freaking unreal, y’all! I don’t think I’ll ever be over it.
This was me during most of the book.
And this was me thinking about Sean and how he might never get the love of his life.
Sinner was so intense and passionate and a little bit scary because after The Camelot trilogy I’m lowkey terrified of Sierra Simone’s abilities. She has the power to kill me and I’d gladly let her. The story was so intricately woven that I got lost in Sean and Zenny’s World and had zero intentions of coming back. At one point, I almost fell off my couch because Sean was saying insanely hot things.
I adored Zenny’s character. She was strong, straightforward and her innocence was so refreshing. I love how absolutely caring and thoughtful she was and knew how to go after her dreams. I was a bit annoyed with her for a brief moment towards the end but don’t worry she made me lover her again. She is just too pure and good,y’all!!!!
SEAN BLOODY BELL!!!! this man had me panting, thirsty and so freaking emotional all throughout the story. *ugly crying* Sean, like is brother Tyler, is a broody, growly alpha who like to get it on with his woman in religious places. I mean no surprise there but I’ll never NOT mention this fact. These Bell brothers are going to be the death of me. I was full on hyperventilating at that Church scene towards the end because HOLY MOTHER OF GOD Sean is not to be believed. I am just so in love with this man, I’m ruined for life.
I wish I could erase this story from my mind so I could experience it’s beauty all over again.
“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.