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410 pages, Paperback
First published September 25, 2012
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"This is going to be a long summer, isn't it?"
"Eight and a half inches long if you'll recall."
“Can I call you Mick? Michael's too formal. I'm not formal. You're lucky I've even got pants on today.”
"Is your butler's name really Alfred?"
"No, it's Jamison, I think. Can't remember. I changed it to Alfred years ago. My first crush on a dude was batman."
“My confession begins,” Father S said, “as the confessions of many men begin– with three words.”
“Father, forgive me?” Michael hazarded a guess.
“I met Eleanor.”
“Let’s get on with it. Pick a position. Trust me, no matter how acrobatic, we can do it.”
“No wall sex though, please,” Griffin requested … “Nora’s a lot heavier than she looks.”
"You told me about him. Good men don't hit women."
"Good men only hit the women who want to be hit."
"Noah's ark nursery decor. I'm not religious like you and the mistress, but if I'm not mistaken Noah's ark was about the destruction of the entire world, right?"
"Right," Michael agreed.
"Might as well decorate with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse."
Shrugging, Michael looked at the walls now painted an elegant light blue.
"Kids like ponies."
“Many waters cannot quench love, Nor will rivers overflow it.” Song of Solomon 8:7
“Love is the open wound that you hope never heals.”
“I want to own you,”...
“You already do.”
"Winter," she finally said, "can be so beautiful and so cruel. Cruel and cold. And if you live in the presence of winter you never have summer." Nora stepped close to him and put her nose at his cheek. "You smell like summer. Like clean laundry hanging out in the sun. That’s an amazing smell too.”
“No safe word can protect the heart.”
“Alfred, are you looking up my skirt?”
“Master Griffin, I would marry my own mother for the excuse to stab my eyes out with her brooches rather than see anything under your kilt.”
“I've wondered a time or two if I love le prêtre more than you do, chérie. Now I know I do.”
“Winter can be so beautiful and so cruel. Cruel and cold. And if you live in the presence of winter you never have summer. You smell like summer. Like clean laundry hanging out in the sun. That’s an amazing smell too.”
“Eleanor, if you have any mercy in that dark heart of yours, when you leave right now, you will walk and not run.”
(...)And Nora didn't walk and she didn't crawl and she didn't fly.
She ran.
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“Hey, bad girl,” came the deep, sexy voice of The Griffin himself. “Can’t believe the Pope let you out of the Vatican.”
“Come on in. Let's get this orgy started.”
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been…”
“No safe word can protect the heart.”
”I’ve hurt people. I’ve hurt them badly. I’ve left permanent
scars on some clients. Some outer scars. Some inner. But all
that pain I’ve inflicted…it was all consensual. I’ve never hurt anyone without their permission. All I’m saying, Ms. Kanter, is…” Sutherlin leaned forward and pressed the lightest, softest, most terrifying kiss onto Suzanne’s lips before pulling back an inch and whispering, “There’s a first time for everything.”
“I’m so in love with him I can’t even think straight. Which is fine since obviously I’m not straight. And neither is he.”
“There’s something wrong with your back” …
“There is?”
Griffin grinned at him. “My welts aren’t on it.”
“Love is an open wound that you hope never heals.”
Father S had met his eyes and Michael saw the hint of a smile in them, a secret smile and the passing shadow of a green-eyed girl who could make any man lose his religion.
A good morning so far—she’d been fucked by her favorite man, hugged by her favorite boy and silently adored by her favorite angel.
And coming down the main spiral staircase taking two steps at a time and wearing nothing but a black kilt and Doc Marten boots was the lunatic laird of the manor himself.
“Number two—Michael is absolutely, completely, ridiculously beautiful.”
“Nora…” Griffin said in a distressed voice. “I think I’m in love.”
“You’re in heat, Griff. Big difference. Oh, and number three…Søren says you can’t fuck him.”
“Gorgeous, Mick. They’re gorgeous.” Griffin squeezed Michael’s fingers. “Just like you.”
“I want to own you,” Griffin whispered into Michael’s ear.
Michael smiled, and for the first time in his life knew exactly what to say and how to say it. “You already do.”
“It was Christ’s way to welcome sinners and tax collectors and other nefarious characters into His company and His Kingdom. On His especially compassionate and generous days, he would even speak to reporters.”
Nora grinned. Who was Kingsley? Kingsley Edge, the King of Kink in New York City. Half-French, all pervert.
He looked like a man who’d seen so much blood he had the Grim Reaper on speed dial.
“Have you ever had sex in the back of a Rolls Royce?”
“God, they were sexy as hell, weren’t they?”
“Seriously,” Michael agreed as he looked over Nora’s shoulder at the black-and-white photograph. In the picture, he saw an eighteen-year-old Father S sitting casually in an armchair in a dark suit, tidy and pin neat. At his feet sat another boy, only a year younger, with longer dark hair and his Catholic school uniform artfully rumpled with the jacket abandoned, the tie loose and the collar open.
"All summer long Griffin would top her. All summer long, she would top Michael. She'd have the best of both worlds and no vanilla sex at all."
"And coming down the main staircase taking two steps at a time and wearing nothing but a kilt and Doc Marten boots was the lunatic laird of the Manor himself. Griffin Fiske..."
"This is going to be a long summer, isn't it?"
"Eight and a half inches long if you'll recall."
"Winter," she finally said, "can be so beautiful and so cruel. Cruel and cold. And if you live in the presence of winter, you never have summer." Nora stepped close to him and put her nose at his cheeck. "You smell like summer. Like clean laundry hanging out in the sun. That's an amazing smell too."
"Would she ever know what love without pain felt like? Did such a thing even exist?"
"Jeg elsker dig. Du er mit hjerte."
I love you. You are my heart.
"No safe word can protect her heart..."
NORA
GRIFFIN
MICHAEL
SØREN
"Fetishes...they're the pet the pet that you feed or the beast that eats you."
"Alfred, I need ice and that vitamin K goop. Stat."
Michael heard the crackle of static.
"I loathe you, Master Griffin," came a British accent over the intercom.
"Thanks, Alfred."
"Is your butler's name really Alfred?"
"No, it's Jamison, I think. Can't remember. I changed it to Alfred years ago. My first crush on a dude was batman."
"Tell me, have you ever had sex in the back of a Rolls Royce?"
"Eleanor, if you have any mercy in that dark heart of yours, when you leave me right now, you will walk and not run."
Love is the open wound that you hope never heals.
Life with Soren was paradise, a dark, dangerous paradise but still, a perfect naked Eden.
"Almost perfect," she whispered to no one.
"Winter, can be so beautiful and so cruel. Cruel and cold. And if you live in the presence of winter you never have summer." Nora stepped close to him and put her nose at his cheek. "You smell like summer. Like clean laundry hanging out in the sun. That's an amazing smell too."
"No, she and I never had sex. That's true. But we had love, real love that didn't take anything out of us, that didn't bruise us or break us. I loved her without hurting her. You asked me if I, a virgin, could teach her what sex should be? No, of course ot. Hell no. But at least I can teach her what love should be like. And she knows it too.
To W.R. Many waters.
And Nora didn’t walkI waited for this very moment for past few days; you can imagine my level of happiness, that I’m writing this review after 45 hours of finishing it and I still have this big fat stupid grin plastered to my face, can’t seem to stop thinking and re-thinking this epic ending!
and she didn’t crawl
and she didn’t fly.
She ran.
“Who is Kingsley? Kingsley Edge,My favorite sexy Frenchman, he was enigmatic and distant but his love and commitment was simply heart touching! I seriously hope his true love comes back to him.
the King of Kink in New York City.
Half-French, all pervert.”
“I’m sexual-harassment lawsuit waiting to happen.”Griffin….*sighs* smart, sexy, amazing, funny, charming and AWESOME!! Loved his snarky remarks specially one’s about the pope *winks*
“You know I don't mind sloppy seconds.I wish there was lot more to Griffin and his butler’s banters! It was FUCKING HILARIOUS!!!
And knowing Pope Whatadick,
he probably blesses his cum before he blows it”
“I want Griffin.”
“I want Griffin so much it hurts. I love him, Nora.”
Have you lost your fucking mind?!I spent four days hating Soren, getting intimated by him all the time because that’s how you painted him bitch! Will you for love of the god make up your mind about your true feelings! Throughout Siren all I heard was Søren is dangerous, he’s a sadist, he hits you, humiliated you and that you left him for good blah blah blah… and you go running to him because that’s where you thought you belonged, almost stomping my heart in that process. I was so sick worried what how badly he’s going to hurt you and here the very first page I see you enjoying his holy cock inside you!
“Fetishes… they’re the pet you feed or the beast that eats you.”
“My confession begins,” Father S said, “as the confessions of many men begin– with three words.”
“Father, forgive me?” Michael hazarded a guess.
“I met Eleanor.”
“Why did you leave him?”
“Winter,” she finally said, “can be so beautiful and so cruel. Cruel and cold. And if you live in the presence of winter you never have summer.”
“I want to own you" Griffin whispered into Michael's ear. Michael smiled and for the first time in his life knew exactly what to say and how to say it. "You already do.”
Scar tissue, she’d once read, was the strongest of all tissue. Maybe Søren’s heart was so strong because it was so scarred.
Father Stearns and Nora Sutherlin had something, a connection, an intimacy… something deep and unexplainable, something untouchable, unreachable.
“You still love him, don’t you?”
“Many waters…”
“I never saw you cry over him, that year you were here. Not one tear.”
“Some hurts are too deep for tears.”
This series just keeps getting better!! I'm just speechless right now. I'm crushing on all these guys & Nora!! All I can say is that YOU MUST READ this series!! If you want a review, then choose from the many great ones out there. I NEED to continue on with this series and see what the fuck happens next!!
Thanks to all you AWESOME WHORES that have been reading this with me in the BR Group. I've been having a blast!!
There was something to be said for fighting for the one you loved.This installment of The Original Sinners is a pretty good example of why I try to avoid re-reads. But don't worry, I didn't hate it by any means. Reisz's brilliance got the opportunity to shine on multiple occassions . . .
"Fetishes . . . they're the pet you feed or the beast that eats you.". . . and I ate it up!
"Love is the wound that you hope never heals."Nora was still Nora. 😍 And the reader is given a few bread crumbs of insight into her relationship with Søren.
"Winter," she finally said, "can be so beautiful and so cruel. Cruel and cold. And if you live in the presence of winter you never have summer."Also, I liked that Søren got more page time in this book and that another layer was added to his character in the form of a sarcastic streak.
"Priests are required to be chaste. Not blind."I think the reason I had to lower my rating came down to this: shocking revelations are never as good the second time around. And without the shock factor, I have to admit I found the revelations to be very OTT and bordering on sensationalist.