Series: Priest #2
Published by Self-Published on March 15th 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.
Q & A By Liezel & Angie:
What do you love most about Sierra Simone’s writing?
Liezel: Not only does Sierra Simone write some of the steamiest romance her stories will make you stop and contemplate about your own morals and beliefs. Her words are definitely thought-provoking.
Angie: I love how she makes you feel when you’re reading one of her books. One minute you can be so deep in a sex scene, turned on, and the next you’ll be bawling your eyes out from the same scene but a different circumstance. It’s remarkable how she makes you feel so high one moment then so low the next.
What are your thoughts on religion, politics and/or current events added to a romance story?
Liezel: I actually enjoy these aspects as long as it’s written into where it further enhances the story. This is another thing that is great about Sierra. She always manages to balance the issues without it becoming too overwhelming.
Angie: I have a hard time getting into books when any of those are brought up. If I would’ve noticed this was a continuation of Priest and Midnight Mass I think I would’ve been more prepared for the shock of hate towards God at the beginning but as I read I understood it. I understood that anger. I loved how Sierra used Zenny to explain things from a different POV. We had a mixture of hate and love. Anger and understanding. It was a breath of fresh air from other books that simply have a hate fest.
What did you like/dislike about Zenny and Sean? Are their characters relatable?
Liezel: I thought Zenny was an angel. There wasn’t a bad thing anything about her. Sean was at first hateful but this was exactly what made him relatable. I am sure every single one of us at one point or another have lost their faith but Zenny was meant to run into Sean to guide him back onto the right path.
Angie: I can’t find anything I didn’t like about Zenny. Her belief in God, in herself, is admirable. She was exactly what Sean needed. Such a strong, powerful, black female heroine.
I didn’t like Sean at first until we started digging deeper into his psyche then, of course, I started to fall for him. I understood him. His thoughts about God. About relationships. Family. Everything. He might’ve not been the best person at first but that all changed and he became so much more.
What did you think of them as a couple?
Liezel: I was honestly a little bit uncomfortable about the age gap. They had so much history that it was difficult to accept that Sean had a little Zenny in his arms but that unease completely disintegrated once they began spending more time together.
Angie: I haven’t read many books with mixed couples in them and I absolutely loved Sean and Zenny. Zenny brought out a side of Sean that was good and light. Sean showed Zenny what life would be like as a couple. Not always perfect but perfect for them. They made each other blossom in ways that only love could do.
Would you recommend reading this book?
Liezel: I would recommend reading every single book Sierra Simone wrote. I love that she never fails to deliver a heartwarming love story that will make you stop and think. The depth of her stories is definitely what has me coming back for more.
Angie: Yes!! This book needs to be read by everyone. Everyone. One word of advice- Please read Priest first. I didn’t and I was a little lost throughout Sinner. That still didn’t prevent me from loving it though.
“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.