Thursday, March 15, 2018

Sinner by Sierra Simone: Release Blitz + Review



Title: Sinner
Author: Sierra Simone
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publish Date: 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.






This is the hard part. I have to come up with words now. Not just any words, but words that will do justice to this book. If you’ve read it, I think you will understand.

In this book we have Sean Bell and Zenny Iverson. If you’re a Sierra fan and the name Bell sounds familiar to you, it should. Sean is the brother of Tyler or Father Bell from the Priest series (READ IT IF YOU HAVENT!! It’s not required but you just should).

Sean is a play boy. No regrets, no holds barred, no F’s given and he’s good at it. The F’s that is. He lives for money and carnal pleasures. His life is ruled by those pursuits and when he sees his best friends sister after a long time and there’s an offer he SHOULD refuse but can’t. His life will change forever.

Zenny wants to carve her own path. She wants to be a nun, but she wants to experience the carnal pleasures of the flesh before she commits her life to one man, Jesus. I love that she is strong and fierce but also, not. I can’t fully describe it, but it’s a pleasant balance.

Speaking of balance: I’m forever a fan of how Sierra strikes that balance between religion and perversion. It’s so well done that it feels like the perversion is a religion, or that they can’t exist without the other. I’ve always said reading a book by her makes me feel smart. The dialogue is hilarious in parts, but also sophisticated and insightful and thoughtful. The delicacies in an interracial relationship are ones that I live every day and they are done so organically and beautifully well, I was very pleased.

The most important part to me in reading this book outside of the sex; that’s so dirty it’s pure and only Sierra can write, is the aspect of hating God, and believing in him. There is certain finesse that an author must take to deal with sensitive subjects, especially subjects of religion and validity as to not ostracize a group of people and the author does it well.

Sierra is known for stories so good you’ll forget you’re reading erotica, well until you get to a scene that is.
If you like smutty books and if you like smart books with an amazing story line, you’ll love this book.

5 amazing stars.






“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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