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She’s angry that I left. I’m angry that I died. It’s the trouble with our two lives: we don’t only have one past to work through, but...

19 March 2018

[Tour] SINNER by Sierra Simone @TheSierraSimone @dirtylndryrview #Review #Excerpt #TheUnratedBookshelf

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.
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Reading books by this author is an experience. The stories are intense and addictive. You can’t just pick pick up a Sierra Simone book and read it casually. These stories are meant to be absorbed. Priest was my very first Sierra Simone experience, and Sinner just added to my fix. The characters steal all of your attention, and their chemistry holds you prisoner until The next thing you know, the book has ended, and you find yourself curled up in the fetal position in the the corner, bawling your eyes out, because you must now move on. This story does not stray from that trend at all. I LOVED this book, and I WILL be forcing all of my friends to read and experience it too.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
 
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.
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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