Tiffany Reisz – The Angel (The Original Sinners)
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I punish you with pleasure and pleasure you with pain.
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.
To sta dva verza, ki me najbolj spominjata na to serijo. Prvi je mogoče iz ne tako znane pesmi od 30 Seconds to Mars End of All Days, drugega pa verjetno vsi poznajo – Hozier Take Me to Church. Vsekakor sta to zame najlepša moška glasova


Na Tiffany Reisz sem prvič naletela med priporočili na Heroes and Heartbreakers – super stran drugač, zelo zabavna - http://www.heroesandheartbreakers.com/ Opis knjige The Saint me je močno pritegnil, zato sem se odločila malo raziskat, kaj je to za ena serija. Na GR so bile sicer skoraj same dobre ocene, tukaj na Bralnici pa so bili pretežno bolj negativni komentarji, zato sem bila malo skeptična. Vseeno me je tako zanimala, da sem se odločila malo pokukat, kaj je zdaj tak kraval okoli tega, če je res tako brutalna in šokantna. In sem potem malo prečekirala prvi del in drugi, pa še malo na konec serije... Ne vem kaj točno sem pričakovala; meni se vsekakor ni zdelo nič tazga, kar bi bilo drastično izven comfort zone. Je pa res, da imam verjetno zaradi de Sada precej visok hard limit – tip je pač res upravičeno dal ime sadizmu







In poleg vsega kar obožujem na tej seriji, so odlične tudi te črno-belo-rdeče naslovnice. Ta specifična od The Angel mi je najljubša.
And for the very end – some of the reasons why I love Kinglsey so much








Kingsley reached into his pocket and handed her a black business card embossed with silver lettering. “Kingsley Edge, CEO, Edge Enterprises. When destiny fails…” it read.
“What you’re feeling right now—it isn’t fear. You aren’t afraid of me. You’ve simply never been this excited before.”
“God, you’re arrogant,” Charlotte growled as Kingsley slapped cold metal handcuffs on to each of her wrists.
“I’m not arrogant. I’m French.”
“I heard you were a pimp. Are you a priest, too?”
“Non. But I have a priest on speed dial if you need one.”
“Women tend to fall in love with me when I take my clothes off.”
FREEDOM IS OVERRATED.
It was all Juliette said and all she had to say. Kingsley had her in his arms in an instant, kissing her as if the world would end if he didn’t. And of course, he had to save the world.
“Are you sure you want to be mine?” he asked between breathless kisses.
“Yes,” she said. “Absolutely.”
“There are things you need to know.”
“Fuck me first. Then tell me.”
Kingsley laughed in purest joy. He swept Juliette up in his arms and started up the stairs.
“Put me down,” she ordered. “I can walk.”
“I’ve always wanted to carry a woman up the stairs and ravish her.”
“I won’t stand in the way of your dreams then,” she said, putting her arms around his neck as he mounted the stairs.
Suddenly Michael realized he wasn’t alone in the back of the lavish car. First, he saw riding boots, black riding boots, and dark gray trousers. The trousers belonged to a rather old-fashioned but dashing-looking suit worn by a crazy-good-looking dark-haired man who studied him with a little smile on his sculpted lips. Michael had no idea who the man was, but he had no doubt in his mind that he sat in the presence of a dominant friend of Nora’s, and probably a very important one.
Michael hazarded a timid, “Hello, sir.”
“Bonjour, Michael,” the man said with a French accent, pronouncing his name like Michelle.
French? So this was Kingsley, Father S’s necessary evil. The man looked Michael up and down once more before reclining back and throwing his riding boots on the seat opposite him and crossing them at the ankles. “Mon Dieu, chérie does have good taste in her pets, doesn’t she?”
“Pets?” Michael repeated, in some distress.
The man leaned forward and Michael nervously studied his handsome face—the dark umber eyes, strong European nose, the sensual tilt to his mouth.
“Tell me, Michael, have you ever had sex in the back of a Rolls Royce?”
“Is there any particular reason why you dress like it’s the nineteenth century instead of the twenty-first?”
“There’s only one reason that matters,” he said as he escorted down to the main level of his home. “Because I can.”
“... I’ve never known a man so in love with his hair before. ”
“I’m in love with all of me. I’m a very lovable pervert.”
Kingsley ran a hand through his hair and wished it was Juliette’s hand on him. Søren had destroyed him during their night together. He needed Juliette’s touch to restore him again.
“More kissing!”
“No one has to tell me twice,” Kingsley said, holding out his hand to Juliette, the mother of his daughter with another one on the way, and the most beautiful woman in attendance by far. Laughing, Juliette rose to her feet and put her hand in Kingsley’s. He dipped her back and gave her an old Hollywood kiss.
With a final thrust, Kingsley pushed in deep and came hard, gasping in her ear. Sheridan’s stomach clenched with desire. Even his gasps and moans had a French accent.
With her eyes still closed she took a step and another. And then she was running and with the ends of her red wrap in her fingers, she launched herself off the cliff.
Kingsley raced to the edge and watched her swan dive down to the water, the wrap in her fingers still floating and flying behind her like red-and-white wings. She hit the water with the smallest of splashes and he held his breath. Between the inhale and the exhale he lived and died a thousand deaths. When she surfaced again and waved up at him, he breathed out finally.
“Why can’t I ever fall in love with a normal woman?” he sighed to himself. “Just once...” He looked up at the sky hoping for an answer. “Too much to ask? One normal woman?” He held up one finger. “Or man. I’m not picky. You know me. Someone without a horrible childhood and no kinks that will get me killed.”
He leaned over the edge of the cliff and yelled down at Juliette. “Cliff diving is one of my hard limits!”
She must not have heard him because all she did was wave.
“Tu parles français?” Kingsley asked, looking down at Fionn. Fionn released a heavy sigh, closed his eyes and fell back asleep. “I’ll take that as a no. What was his first word?”
“Ta,” she said. “Tad is Welsh for father or dad. What was Céleste’s first word?”
“Non.”
Grace laughed.
“I’m not joking,” Kingsley said. “She gets it from her mother..”
Before she could answer, the door flew open, the rusty hinges screaming in protest. Kingsley rushed in and slammed the door behind him.
“What the hell?” she said, standing up.
“You have to hide me,” Kingsley said, out of breath from running. “She’s after me.”
“Who? Céleste?” Nora asked. Kingsley and his daughter had been playing hide-and-seek all day in the castle.
“Juliette,” Kingsley said. He looked at Søren and said, “Take off your pants if you want me to live.”
“You’ve tried that line before,” Søren reminded him. “It didn’t work the last time you tried it, either.”
“I’m a dead man then,” Kingsley said, barring the door behind him.
“Why do you need Søren to take his pants off?” Nora asked. “I mean, other than the usual reason.”
Kingsley pointed down at himself. “That’s why,” he said.
Nora looked at him. He wore a black shirt and had his hair pulled back in a ponytail. His feet were bare; he looked like a pirate or a rogue or both and none of this was unusual. Except for one thing. Every man in the wedding party had already been given their formal wear. So instead of his usual clothes, Kingsley wore a kilt.
“Juliette has a kilt fetish?” Nora asked, now understanding Kingsley’s panic.
“A newly discovered kilt fetish,” Kingsley said. “She’s had me three times yesterday and three times today already—”
“You’re her Dominant,” Søren reminded him. “Satisfying her needs is your job.”
Kingsley ignored him. “She’s hunting me down for a fourth. I’m a man, not a machine. I feel violated, used...”
“You’re being melodramatic. You know you love it,” Søren said.
“Why does she keep calling me Connor in bed?” Kingsley asked.
“This explains why she’s always trying to make me watch Highlander with her,” Nora said as she stood up in front of the fireplace.
Nora looked at Søren and awaited his verdict.
“Please don’t make me go,” Kingsley said in a pleading tone. “I swear it’ll break off if she gets her hands on me again.”