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Friday, March 16, 2018

BLOG TOUR: Sinner by Sierra Simon


 SINNER by Sierra Simone
Release Date: March 15th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs



  
SINNER is NOW AVAILABLE!





This book is completely taboo. It’s so naughty that Sierra Simone should be spanked for this product. I’m not gonna lie to you... this was an amazingly naughty story that consumed me. I’m serious; I didn’t come up for air with this book. I love stories with strong male characters. Sean isn’t just strong, he’s a bull. Zen doesn’t stand a chance in her hope to stay pure. Sean wants to corrupt and rule every square inch of her body.

I can’t go into this story any more. Sinner is an experience that the reader MUST live through. I’ve struggled with adjectives to describe Sinner. First, I thought it’s beautiful, Simone writes a beautiful story. It’s not really beautiful unless we’re talking about how Simone creates her story. The flow she creates is breathtaking. Emotional encompasses the innards of Sinner. One minute I’m smiling, the next I’m conflicted, the next I’m ticked off, the next I’m feeling a bit hot and bothered. This book is a ride. It will make you think and really expand your mind. Simone did write a super long story with Sinner but you won’t even realize the length unlit it’s over. It’s incredibly fast-paced and full of an intense passion and heat.

Turn the fan on and enjoy! It’s about to get hot!!

I received an ARC of this book with the hope that I would leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was not required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just that... my opinions.






  
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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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