SINNER by Sierra Simone

Release Date: March 15th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs






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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.


***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.***


Sean Bell is not the type of man to ask for forgiveness; in fact, for the most part, he finds no reason to change his sinful ways because Sean has his own religion and the only people he’ll kneel for are the women who he worships with so much more than his hands.

I really wouldn’t call what Sean goes through in Sinner a crisis of faith because he lost his Catholic faith a long time ago, and I don’t believe he wants it back, but he does question and struggle with the idea of finding his ‘proper’ place in life…it’s just that the word ‘proper’ doesn’t quite describe how he wants to spend his days with a woman he can’t stop thinking about…a woman who is quite a bit younger than him…a woman whose faith and beliefs are directly opposite to his own…a woman who believes that she’s been called to serve God…to take God as not only her Lord and Savior but also as the only love of her life.

Considering Zenny’s professed dedication to God, having any kind of sexual encounters with Sean, the ‘sinner,’ could be seen as sacrilegious, but Simone illustrates just how much Zenny and Sean’s chemistry and connection defies standards, boundaries, and perhaps even logic, because their age difference and their seemingly contradictory life goals should be seen as more than barriers to cross, but that seems to be how Sean sees them as, and the more time these two spend together, exploring one another on a carnal level, the deeper their bond grows, which leads Zenny to question her life’s path and Sean to realize that

The sinner and the nun sounds like the introduction of a bad joke, but in relation to Sean and Zenny, they’re the words that should keep them apart…that should have Zenny praying for Sean’s soul, not wanting to commit a multitude of sins with him. But that’s not their story…those monikers are not the true essence of who these two characters, are and Sierra Simone forces Zenny and Sean to be stripped bare, showing readers the many layers of their personalities, the reasons they chose to be on the path they were throughout much of the story, and the truth of their relentless need for each other’s body and perhaps even one another’s soul.

Sierra Simone is a truly gifted writer – one who isn’t afraid to explore taboo topics in deliciously salacious ways. Simone stretches her readers’ minds, forcing them, not necessarily to question their own beliefs when it comes to the subjects explored, but to look beyond their views…beyond their staunch judgments, and try to understand others’ perspectives on love, faith and commitment, regardless of how untoward, immoral, or unethical they may appear to be.

4.5 Poison Apples


“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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