SINNER by Sierra Simone

Release Date: March 15th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SINNER is NOW AVAILABLE!

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Ang Oh’s 5 Star Review

Sinner is a perfect mix of holy and profane which examines carnality and spirituality through the lens of love and loss. It manages to embrace all of these beliefs and shows us how it’s perfectly natural to crave all of it and more. This novel is next level smart and brilliantly filthy. Sierra Simone continues to reign supreme as Queen of love and sex and dreams, while Sean and Zenny will inspire you to be better and love more fully. I highly recommend Sinner.

 

 

 

Paula Dawn’s 5 Star Review

 

I was so excited to read Sinner. A million exclamation points excited. That cover. That blurb. I. Could. Not. Wait. Let me just start this review by saying I spent half the book doing this…
 
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No lie. Sean Bell was so filthy. And I’ve read a lot of filth. It was the word choices, the descriptions. It was just…
 
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Anywho, sex isn’t the important thing. (Yes, I know, ‘the hell’ you say.) Sinner was about love, sacrifice, and forgiveness. It delved into some deeply philosophical topics about religion and Sean’s anger with a god he felt abandoned him.
 
On paper, I shouldn’t have been drawn to Sean Bell, he was a womanizer, worshiping at the altar of money and sex, and made no excuses for his lifestyle. But, I couldn’t help it. Sean was endearing with his perfect hair and historical romance novels. Plus, who am I kidding, his brother was a priest and that didn’t stop me.
 
Sean’s redemption and temptation comes in the form of his best friend’s little sister, Zenny. She’s so much younger than him, so innocent, and so very on her way to becoming a NUN. Like any good sinner, Sean can’t resist. And neither can Zenny. And you know it’s going to be good or very very bad. Obviously, I won’t spoil it. I can tell you that the way it all played out was perfect.
 
Somehow, Sierra Simone brings sex and religion together and makes you forget that you’re pondering the complexities of God while Sean Bell has his face buried between Zenny’s nun clothed legs. It’s a beautiful thing. And nothing to be ashamed of. In the end, we’re all sinners.

 

 

 

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Blurb

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.***

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

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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