Thursday, March 15, 2018


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.***

So. Yeah.


More wow.

In the most amazing way possible, what in the world did I just read? How did Sierra Simone write this? How did she get it all on the page and make it work this well? I have seen her comment that this book is not like her previous, that it is quieter. And, in a way it is, but in another, it speaks more strongly than any book I have read in a while.

Zenny and Sean are amazing together. And, I can't even fully address all of the emotion I felt reading their story. Their heartbreak, their struggles, their fears that both held them back and propelled them forward, their desire to hold on to the things they were afraid they were losing.

This is a love story. To Zenny. To Sean. And, its's a love story about faith, God, and finding a way to believe through the storms and the rain. It's about struggles, and doubts, and being afraid that who you are is not good enough, and it is about getting to the other side and finding the faith you lost, and the good man who had been buried under the sinner who didn't feel he was good enough. It's about learning when following the path you thought you were on is stubborn, and learning to take time to listen, to recognize where you are your best self, and to pursue that path.

Other than Priest, I am not sure there is another erotic-style romance that features God this strongly. This, I think, is a pretty great thing (hence the fact that 5 stars is NOT enough for this one, not even close) and I loved it. There was an amazing, intense depth and journey in this book, for Sean and for Zenny, and it was stunning to witness.

This book drew me in, it grabbed me, and it did not let go. I was engaged, and interested, the entire time. I was caught up in the story, in the people, and in their journey in a way that I can't really put into words...what I can say is read the book.

And, about the fact that there is some pretty hot sex. Yeah, that is in there, and I lost 2 Kindles to spontaneous combustion while reading, at it's core and it's heart, it's really not erotic, yes the sex is hot, but there is way more to the story for me to be willing to say that it is erotic, as that calls up a story that is loosely plotted from one sex scene to another, and that is NOT what happened here.

This is one of the best books I have ever read. I recommend it. Highly. Also, read the author's note in the back. If you haven't cried yet in this book, it's going to get you there. I promise.

I recommend this title.

When I see a title from Sierra Simone I'm always eager to read it. I know she'll take me on a journey like no other author could-and Sinner is no different. This story moved me to tears and completely melted my kindle.

Sinner isn't your average love story. It makes the reader think and question, and at times can even make them uncomfortable. It pushes the edge. This isn't a bad thing at all, but if you're looking for an easy light read-don't look here. But if you want captivating, moving and incredibly erotic? Look no further.

I loved Zenny and Sean. Individually and together. There is so much that goes on with these two and seeing their story play out was just incredible. Chemistry? Undeniable but there is so much more to these two. Their scorching sex was incredible but so was their reflection and their struggles.

I don't think that there is another author who could walk the line this book walks. Sierra Simone has a way for weaving a story that some would just write off as too taboo, too much and making it work. The writing was tight and on point, the pacing was great. Once I started this book I didn't want to stop-and I didn't want the story to end.

To be fair, I must say that there was a personal trigger for me in the book. There are some issues that just hit a bit close to home for me, but with a warning from a trusted friend I got through it. I was afraid it might be too hard, too close for me to read. But I'm glad I read it. I'm grateful for this experience-for that's what reading this book was-a true experience.

I loved this book and would give it more than five stars if I could. I absolutely recommend this title.


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“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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