Sierra Simone has written some absolutely stunning books. Her stories are thought provoking, soul stirring and without fail some of the sexiest reads ever. No one can write a scene quite like Sierra. Sinner is so emotionally riveting, so divine in its approach to God and relationships.
Sierra took on some hefty topics and did them with style, grace and dignity. She shined the light on subjects that so taboo in the African American community – religion, racism, interracial relationships and homosexuality. And while she takes full responsibility for any mistakes that she may have made while writing this book, I have to say this. As an African American woman, this book and everything in it, from Sean’s understanding of satin pillowcases to Zenny’s moment of explaining the realities of being black in today’s society to her love for a man who some may call the enemy, honored me and affirmed that Sierra just plain gets it. She writes this so powerfully that the idea of this taboo interracial affair between a very young and very inexperienced woman who is moments away from becoming a nun and the much older very worldly man who happens to be her brother’s best friend with a mission to corrupt her and make her see that God is a farce ceases to be a black and white issue. It simply becomes a love issue.
Sean Bell is all sex and sinful delights. A millionaire playboy in hand tailored suits. He’s also very complex and very torn in his relationship with God. His tragic past and how the Catholic church played a man in his family’s devastation has remained at a focal point in his life. His devotion to his family and to his work doesn’t leave time for real relationships. He simply doesn’t want to make room for love and then one night changes everything he thought he wanted. Zenny Iverson has a plan for her life – to finish on her own two feet, making her own decisions. That means she will finish college, devote herself to God and act in service of His will. But for one night she simply wants to be Zenny and experience it all – life, love… sex. A chance meeting with a man who has been a part of her life since the day she was born will change her life as well. His attention to her body will awaken her. His devotion to her well being will leave her breathless. Things just got a bit more… doubtful.
There are so many jaw dropping moments in this story. So many tears that I found myself wiping off my face. Revelations that left me stunned and had me reassessing my own faith and beliefs. The sexy in this book is scorching hot. The chemistry felt so real. These two people took up a place in my heart and my soul that I cannot give back even if I wanted to. Beautifully presented, masterfully written. Authentic and honest… at times brutally so. This was a emotional mix of heaven, hell and all the lusty moments in between. So very well done. This is one not to be missed.
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.
“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.
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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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