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SAINT by Sierra Simone Release Date: September 7th Genre/Tropes: M/M/Second-chance romance/Brothers Best Friend/Forbidden RomanceAdd to Goodreadshttp://bit.ly/Saint_GRPREORDER AVAILABLE!Amazon: https://amzn.to/3f1Xbf0Amazon INTL: mybook.to/SaintINTLApple Books: sierrasim.one/AppleSaintNook: sierrasim.one/NookSaintKobo: sierrasim.one/KoboSaintGoogle Play: sierrasim.one/PlaySaintExcerpt: Why leave a life as a millionaire? Why leave a perfect boyfriend?Why leave family and a cute, derelict farmhouse and sex—God, why give up sex?Because if I hadn’t, that darkness spilling in through my farmhouse window would have taken me. I’d wanted it to take me. I was ready for it to take me. And somehow I managed to crawl my way here instead, gasping like a drowning man who’d just clawed his way to shore. I managed to save my own life—or I managed to let God save my life. Either way, that was the cost of surviving. My old life.Him.Elijah scrubs his hands over his head, sinking into the tight curls for a moment. It’s longer now; he used to wear his hair short, with crisp, immaculate edges. Another change I wasn’t there to see. I wasn’t sitting on the couch with him when he rubbed his face and mused about growing a beard; I wasn’t poking him out of the way with my toothbrush while he faced the mirror, posing this way and that to imagine longer hair. I wasn’t there in bed with him at night, my legs tangled with his, while he complained about his job or feeling bored with his work, I wasn’t there when he sold his first article or when he submitted a portfolio to Mode.I wasn’t there, because I was here. Praying and chopping wood.I wasn’t there, and this Jamie person was.Elijah stands up, facing away from me for a moment, before he turns back. The sun abruptly shifts through a break in the clouds and drives back the pre-rain murk in the cloister, illuminating Elijah in a haze of gold.If I were to make a stained-glass window displaying an image of God’s creativity and capacity for beauty, it would be this. It would be Elijah with an unshaven face and in those shorts, it would be his eyes in that dark gold-brown hue, it would be his mouth,
that jaw, that throat. It would be a saint in low-top sneakers with a halo of Kansas sunshine around his head.He pulls his lower lip between his teeth for just an instant before releasing it, and then he straightens up, looking at me with an expression that defies interpretation. Only his eyes seem beyond his usual control, blazing with a heat that might be fury or grief, I can’t tell.“I loved you for a long time after you left,” he says. “I thought you should know that.” He doesn’t have to say the next part, because I already know; I already know he doesn’t love me anymore.And with a small nod, he turns and walks out of the cloister, the first spots of rain blooming on his shirt and his head bowed, as if in prayer.Blurb: I can’t have Elijah Iverson.I can’t have him because he’s my older brother’s best friend. I can’t have him because I broke his heart five years ago; because he’s now engaged to someone else—someone kind and dependable who deserves his whiskey eyes, his soft mouth, his fierce intellect.I can’t have Elijah because I’ve chosen God instead.The Bell brothers, though . . . well, we don’t exactly have the greatest track record with vows. But I’m determined to do this monk thing right—to pledge myself to a cloistered life and spend the rest of my years in chastity and prayer. But now Elijah’s here. He’s here and he’s coming with me on my European monastery road trip, and between the whispered confessions and the stolen kisses and the moments bent over an ancient altar, my vows are feeling flimsier by the day.And vows or not, I know in my heart that it would take more than a good and holy monk to resist Elijah Iverson right now. It would take a saint.And we all know that I’m no saint.(This is the third full-length standalone in the Priest Collection, featuring Father Bell’s brother, Aiden Bell. You do not have to read Priest or Sinner to read Saint.)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.Connect w/Sierra Simone:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheSierraSimone/Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/SierraSimonesLambs Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheSierraSimone Amazon : http://amzn.to/1PDR4K4Goodreads : http://bit.ly/1oo9WEhInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/thesierrasimone/ Website: http://authorsierrasimone.com/Subscribe to Sierra’s newsletter: sierrasim.one/getmyemails
No promises. No expectations. No names. That’s what Emmett Stone agreed to with the woman who caught his eye two months ago. After years of drama following the end of the Tin Gypsy Motorcycle Club, a no-strings fling with a mystery woman is exactly what he needs. Except as they find themselves together more and more, it’s impossible for him to keep his feelings at bay. She’s clever and sassy. She’s gracious and kind. She loves riding on the back of his bike every Saturday afternoon and lazing in his bed every Sunday morning. She’s the perfect woman. Except she’s Nova Talbot, the daughter of his archenemy–the man who murdered his father. Her identity will cost her the man who’s captured her heart unless she can convince Emmett her feelings are true. Before he learns the reason she proposed their fling in the first place.
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Devney is a USA Today bestselling author who lives in Washington with her husband and two sons. Born and raised in Montana, she loves writing books set in her treasured home state. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her family. Writing one book, let alone many, was not something she ever expected to do. But now that she’s discovered her true passion for writing romance, she has no plans to ever stop.
I adored this book. Emmett and Nova are fantastic characters and the chemistry is off the charts hot. This little beauty has everything you want and desire….. revenge, sex, lies and heartbreak. I devoured this and I am going back to read it again, that’s how much I loved it. My heart broke for these two and their story grabbed me from the first page. I dug in and couldn’t come out until the end. Nova need to get vengeance for her Dad and brother drove her into the arms of a man that she will forever love. I couldn’t get enough! You gotta read it.
SAINT by Sierra Simone
Release Date: September 7th
Genre/Tropes: M/M/Second-chance romance/Brothers Best Friend/Forbidden Romance
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Excerpt:
Why leave a life as a millionaire? Why leave a perfect boyfriend?
Why leave family and a cute, derelict farmhouse and sex—God, why give up sex?
Because if I hadn’t, that darkness spilling in through my farmhouse window would have taken me. I’d wanted it to take me. I was ready for it to take me.
And somehow I managed to crawl my way here instead, gasping like a drowning man who’d just clawed his way to shore. I managed to save my own life—or I managed to let God save my life.
Either way, that was the cost of surviving. My old life.
Him.
Elijah scrubs his hands over his head, sinking into the tight curls for a moment. It’s longer now; he used to wear his hair short, with crisp, immaculate edges. Another change I wasn’t there to see. I wasn’t sitting on the couch with him when he rubbed his face and mused about growing a beard; I wasn’t poking him out of the way with my toothbrush while he faced the mirror, posing this way and that to imagine longer hair. I wasn’t there in bed with him at night, my legs tangled with his, while he complained about his job or feeling bored with his work, I wasn’t there when he sold his first article or when he submitted a portfolio to Mode.
I wasn’t there, because I was here. Praying and chopping wood.
I wasn’t there, and this Jamie person was.
Elijah stands up, facing away from me for a moment, before he turns back. The sun abruptly shifts through a break in the clouds and drives back the pre-rain murk in the cloister, illuminating Elijah in a haze of gold.
If I were to make a stained-glass window displaying an image of God’s creativity and capacity for beauty, it would be this. It would be Elijah with an unshaven face and in those shorts, it would be his eyes in that dark gold-brown hue, it would be his mouth,
that jaw, that throat. It would be a saint in low-top sneakers with a halo of Kansas sunshine around his head.
He pulls his lower lip between his teeth for just an instant before releasing it, and then he straightens up, looking at me with an expression that defies interpretation. Only his eyes seem beyond his usual control, blazing with a heat that might be fury or grief, I can’t tell.
“I loved you for a long time after you left,” he says. “I thought you should know that.”
He doesn’t have to say the next part, because I already know; I already know he doesn’t love me anymore.
And with a small nod, he turns and walks out of the cloister, the first spots of rain blooming on his shirt and his head bowed, as if in prayer.
Blurb:
I can’t have Elijah Iverson.
I can’t have him because he’s my older brother’s best friend. I can’t have him because I broke his heart five years ago; because he’s now engaged to someone else—someone kind and dependable who deserves his whiskey eyes, his soft mouth, his fierce intellect.
I can’t have Elijah because I’ve chosen God instead.
The Bell brothers, though . . . well, we don’t exactly have the greatest track record with vows. But I’m determined to do this monk thing right—to pledge myself to a cloistered life and spend the rest of my years in chastity and prayer. But now Elijah’s here. He’s here and he’s coming with me on my European monastery road trip, and between the whispered confessions and the stolen kisses and the moments bent over an ancient altar, my vows are feeling flimsier by the day.
And vows or not, I know in my heart that it would take more than a good and holy monk to resist Elijah Iverson right now. It would take a saint.
And we all know that I’m no saint.
(This is the third full-length standalone in the Priest Collection, featuring Father Bell’s brother, Aiden Bell. You do not have to read Priest or Sinner to read Saint.)
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.
Connect w/Sierra Simone:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheSierraSimone/
Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/SierraSimonesLambs
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheSierraSimone
Amazon : http://amzn.to/1PDR4K4
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Website: http://authorsierrasimone.com/
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