SINNER by Sierra Simone

Release Date: March 15th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs

Wow, what to say…

This book was everything I wanted and MORE.

I thought Tyler was dirty, I HADN’T seen anything YET.

Sean made Tyler seem like a saint…see what I did there?

Sean made me feel so dirty and that’s a GOOD thing. I’m surprised my kindle didn’t catch fire and combust with how hot

these sex scenes were. LIKE, GAH-DAMN.

I loved Zenny, and the fact that she’s a woman of color. We all love seeing diversity, and Sierra did it so beautifully, I thought I’d cry. To say I was astounded is an understatement. I’m in awe at how well Zenny was captured, portrayed, and described beautifully.

Zenny’s innocence might have been my favorite part. Her naivety and newness to everything made each situation sexier, more raw, and definitely more pure.


Sean wasn’t a dick about it either, if anything, he took such good care of her, I felt my heart pulsating with admiration.

He made me see her beauty through his mind and his words, and that’s art. Being able to picture and visualize her because of his thoughts and emotions.

“When I say the word beautiful, sweetheart, know I mean it.”

I can swoon more when it isn’t two AM and I stayed up all night loving Sean and Zenny.

I’ll probably even reread because it was sexy, and everyone needs some hopped-up-sexy-books.







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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.



“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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