Series: Priest #2
on March 15, 2018
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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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.
EEEE Gahd – Sean Bell is an enigmatic man, with a heart tainted by loss. So his life becomes one centered on power and money. But there is definitely another side to him. One that has him contemplating the existence of God, just when he is facing another life shattering loss, and the entry into his life of a young woman that changes who he is.
Sean is closing a big deal when he discovers a tempestuous young women who he has a lifelong connection with. There are so many reasons why Zenny is wrong for him. She’s too young, too pure and on the path towards life as a nun in the Catholic church. She’s also one of his oldest friends’ sister and has sworn to protect Zenny, but he quickly finds himself as the source of all that she needs protection from.
Sean is a character that grows in leaps and bounds, brought on by a deal of sorts that he strikes up wit Zenny. She has one request that only Sean can fulfill and while she’s not entirely naive, she is mostly untouched. She has good instincts and a life planned at the service of God and the church. This story is all sorts of sexy and fun, but it’s balanced by a story line that touches on heartache and grief, and the importance of family. Another stunning read from Sierra Simone!
~Review by Cyndi
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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.