This picture represents a quote from PRIEST by Sierra Simone, I had the awesome and guilty pleasure of reading. When I say guilt, I literally mean guilt. I read the blurb; it was a no-brainer: 1 CLICK immediately. It didn’t sit on my TBR list. It was consumed immediately.Like all good dirty books, it has your toes twinkling and your lady bits twitching. But one thing was different: I had to say to my body STOP, this is bad, so very bad while reading! You can NOT have twitching lady bits going on. This is where the guilt sits in. In order to read the book I had to set a personal boundary: inhale, exhale, body don’t do that – no twitching lady bits. There were even times during the read I had to put the KINDLE away and let out a breath and say “Whoa, get yourself together girl”
The scene that refers to the quote above, I had to STOP and say “WAIT ONE DAMN MINUTE.” This is not about to happen. Please tell me this is not going to happen. I cannot, I repeat CAN NOT look at (spoiler alert inserted here) the same again. As I was reading the book, I had to stop and ask myself “I am not offended by this, should I be worried?’
Now, I love a good dirty book. Since Fifty Shades of Grey has made it okay to read it in public (whoopee!!!) I share all my dirty books with friends who are looking for a good read. All my friends know I am obsessed with FIFTY SHADES OF GREY. I love Christian Grey! I love Gideon Cross from the Crossfire series MORE!
However PRIEST by Sierra Simone, has created another dimension. I wish I can make every person I pass each day, pick up this book and read it. In the old saying “the devil made me do it” well, that may be true but one thing is wrong with that saying it should end with “BUT I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT!” 3 VODKA SHOTS TO THAT !!!
READ IT NOW: Priest: A Love Story
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There are many rules a priest can’t break. A priest cannot marry. A priest cannot abandon his flock. A priest cannot forsake his God.
I’ve always been good at following rules.
Until she came. Then I learned new rules.
My name is Tyler Anselm Bell. I’m twenty-nine years old. Six months ago, I broke my vow of celibacy on the altar of my own church, and God help me, I would do it again.
I am a priest and this is my confession.