The Angel book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. No safe word can protect the heartInfamous erotica author and accompl. . The Angel. The Original Sinners: Red Years Book II. No safe word can protect the heart. Infamous erotica author and accomplished dominatrix Nora Sutherlin is. Infamous erotica author and accomplished dominatrix Nora Sutherlin is doing something utterly out of character this summer: hiding. While her longtime lover,, .
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Editorial Reviews. Review. "I loved the Original Sinners series Her prose is quite beautiful, "Tiffany Reisz's The Original Sinners series is painful, prideful, brilliant, beautiful, hopeful, and heart-breaking. And that's just the first hundred pages. The Angel (The Original Sinners #2) by Tiffany Reisz - dokument [*.epub] No safe word can protect the heart in Book Two of Tiffany Reisz's. Tiffany Reisz is a multi-award winning and bestselling author. She lives in Kentucky with her husband, Tiffany Reisz Author (). cover image of The Angel.
For about five seconds before deciding she'd rather cut off her arm than sell her house. I want to keep it. She'd said no then and she was saying no now. She knew he could order her to move closer, and she would if he made her.
But so far it hadn't come to that. Soren nodded and Nora pulled away from him. Sunday afternoons belonged to them. Soren's parishioners always left him alone on Sunday afternoons.
They assumed he was busy praying. Not quite. He had, without a doubt, the most handsome face of any man she'd ever known. The most handsome face, the keenest mind, the wickedest libido, the sexiest body and the most devoted heart,,,.
For the five years she'd lived apart from him, four had been agony. And now they'd been back together for over a year and everything was perfect. Well, almost perfect. He lay in bed with his hand down his boxer shorts and contemplated finding a tie to make this process more enjoyable. But he'd promised Father S that he wouldn't hurt himself anymore.
Father S had no objections to erotic asphyxiation but he forbade Michael from doing it alone. I'd rather not repeat that experience," Father S had told him, and Michael knew he would never forgive himself if he put his priest-the man who'd saved his life-through that nightmare again.
So instead, Michael merely closed his eyes and conjured the memory of Nora Sutherlin tying him down, guiding him inside her and clenching so tightly around him he'd flinched. That one sensory memory worked as usual, and Michael came hard on his hand.
Forgoing a tissue, Michael got up and headed straight to the shower. He spent a long time in the shower, longer than most guys his age probably did. Of course, most guys his age didn't have hair that fell to their shoulders and a predilection for self-abuse in the literal sense. Scalding water wasn't quite as much fun as scalding candle wax, but it was the best he had. After his shower Michael toweled off and dressed.
He dried his long hair and pulled it into a low ponytail. He ironed his white button-down and his black cargo pants and even put on a tie. But not for erotic reasons,,,unless he counted trying to impress Nora Sutherlin as an erotic reason. As usual, before leaving his bedroom, Michael rolled up his sleeves and rubbed liquid vitamin E onto the white scars on both of his wrists.
The vitamin E supposedly helped scars heal and fade, but so far the effect had been minimal. He strapped his wide leather watchband on his right wrist and pulled a black wristband on his left before heading to his mom's room. Michael tapped on her bedroom door. Still, he always had to ask.
I have to run errands this morning. Good thing Sacred Heart was only a few blocks away. He pushed on his sunglasses, grabbed his skateboard and his backpack on the way out the door, and hit the street.
Skating straight up to the front steps of Sacred Heart, he flipped his board up and tucked it under his arm. Before entering the sanctuary, he went to the church secretary's office, dug something out of his backpack and sent a quick fax. Michael headed to the sanctuary and saw Nora hadn't arrived yet. He sat in the tenth pew from the back, two rows behind Nora's usual spot.
Her little shadow, seven-year-old Owen Perry, already waited for his Miss Ellie to show up. Owen adored Nora-Miss Ellie-and did nothing to hide that fact. He sat next to her during Mass and sometimes even curled up on her lap. Once Michael walked past them and saw Owen lying half-asleep on her knee as Nora mindlessly ran her fingers over his tiny forehead. Both of them had wavy black hair.
Anyone seeing them for the first time would think Nora was the kid's mom. It bugged him seeing Owen cuddling up to Nora. He envied that little kid for so fearlessly showering Nora with affection and attention. Michael would kiss her feet if she'd let him. But then again, he also envied Nora. She at least had someone who wasn't afraid to touch her in public.
Michael couldn't even remember the last time anyone had touched him. Even his own mother had stopped hugging him after his father moved out. Nora didn't just have people who would touch her in public.
She had Father S, who touched her in private. Michael secretly worried someone would find out about Father S and Nora. Everybody knew Nora wrote erotica, and the church secretly loved having a mini-celebrity in their midst. And everybody at church worshipped Father S. But Nora and Father S had fallen in love when she was only fifteen. If their past, and even worse, their present, came out,,, Michael didn't even want to think how bad it would get.
Checking his watch, Michael saw he had just enough time to run for a drink of water. He stood up quickly and headed to the door. As he exited the sanctuary Nora breezed in through the front doors wearing a tight white skirt and a tailored black blouse.
Her long hair was swept up in a loose knot and she wore a little smile at the corner of her full pale red lips. He could only imagine what Father S had been doing to her that morning to put that grin on her face-could imagine and often did imagine. Nora came toward him and Michael froze. They never talked to each other-not in words anyway, not since that one night together.
But as usual he gave her a little wave. Instead of waving back, Nora reached out and took his hand in hers for the whisper of a second. She squeezed his fingers and let him go, walking off as if nothing at all had passed between them.
Michael gazed down at his hand. She'd touched him. When Michael looked up, one of the married men in the congregation who had a bad habit of flirting with Nora sat staring at him.
Staring at him with a look Michael recognized as envy. Michael stood a little straighter and walked back to his pew. He paused a moment before changing his mind, taking two steps forward and dropping down right next to Nora.
She didn't look at him, just chatted with Owen about a drawing he'd done for her. But Nora snuck her hand out again and pinched Michael hard enough on the thigh he knew he'd have a bruise tomorrow. Michael smiled.
God, he loved Sundays. I'm sleeping. She responded by turning onto her side, her back away from him. I read that somewhere. The third one may not have counted. Impressive 'welcome home' party. Patrick could be insatiable sometimes-one of his better qualities in her estimation. Not that she ever told him that. Let's fuck while all the Goody Two-shoes are at church.
Or on whatever side you're interested in.
Turning over onto her back, she made herself meet his eyes. An IED had exploded not far from a convoy she'd been riding in right outside of Kabul two weeks ago. It wasn't her life but Patrick's face-his shaggy brown hair, soulful eyes and playful smile-that had flashed before her eyes.
He was an ex-boyfriend for a reason, she told herself. Sometimes, though, she had trouble remembering what that reason was. This morning, she remembered. I'm an idiot.
The thing is that I do really like him. He's an infinitely complex character that I truly believe is one of the good guys Still, I harbor a secret hope! There's a very fine line in my opinion between being a monster and being a sadist. Soren doesn't ever take what isn't willingly given to him, and he's extraordinarily careful to stay within the boundaries of his submissive's wishes.
That is what separates him And he also sends Michael with her a young, troubled sub who we met in The Siren and who was such an amazing character!
Griffin was totally awesome! I liked him from the first book even though we'd just seen him briefly but he really shone here! What intensity and beauty there was there!! I highlighted endlessly! It was GOLD. But learning it has made me understand him more.
Oh and we got to see more of Kingsley YAY! Like, the wrist thing? Ahhh, I can't wait for more of his character! Especially after that scene. I mean really Second -- holy intensity!!! Third -- I seriously can't handle those feels. I can't. And just There's something there, people!! I don't think there's a single character I've met yet that I didn't like so