Published by Self on 03/15/2018
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Multicultural & Interracial
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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.
This book has been a long time coming! I loved, loved Priest and Midnight Mass, who I am kidding, every book written by Sierra Simone, but now, now we get Sean’s story, Tyler’s brother. You do not need to have read Priest or Midnight mass to read Sinner, but you should read them for the stories themselves! Just saying.
Sean Bell is the oldest of the Bell brothers and is in his mid-thirties. We learn so much more about him. He was a bit lost and questioning his faith, but also strong and could be very possessive. Zenny is young, determined and full of faith. She is ready to make a huge decision that seems right for her, but what if its not? What if that is not her true destiny?
Sean and Zenny journey is full of self-discovery and yearnings. When they reconnect, their chemistry is instant and strong. Their story is hot, sexy and steamy. They are both unprepared for what they want and feel. The story consumed me. The writing was superb and the characters compelling. I loved seeing the Bell family again.
I love taboo stories! I mean come on, who does not like a bit of the forbidden! Here we not only get a story with an age gap, but also a friend’s little sister. This story also touches on family dynamics, faith, fears and desires. I have to say, I love Sierra Simone. She is an amazing author that writes stories that captivate you, but also makes you think and question everything.
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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.