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He joined the priest in his staring. The heat from the fireplace seeped through his clothes, through his chilled skin and into the core of him.
He wanted to sleep for days, for years even. Maybe when he woke up he would be a grown man and no one could send him away again. The day would come when he would take orders from no one, and that would be the best day of his life. Asoft knock on the door jarred him from his musings. Aboy about twelve years old, with dark red hair, entered, wearing the school uniform of black trousers, black vest, black jacket and tie, with a crisp white shirt underneath. All his life he had taken great pride in his clothes, every detail of them, down to the shoes he wore.
Now he, too, would be forced into the same dull attire as every other boy in this miserable place. If he remembered correctly, the centermost circle of hell was all ice. New snow had started to fall on the ice-packed ground.
Perhaps his grandfather had been right about him. Perhaps he was a sinner.
Come in, please. Just a question. You can speak English. Stupid Americans. From Portland. Not Portland. He was from Paris. But to say that would be to reveal he not only understood English, but that he spoke it perfectly; he had no intention of gracing this horrible hellhole with a single word of his English.
Matthew gave him an apprehensive smile. Suddenly he seemed tense, concerned, as nervous as young Matthew. Stearns and ask him to come here.
Kingsley almost laughed at the sight. Perhaps we can persuade Mr. Stearns into talking to our new student later. Show Kingsley around. Do your best. In the foyer they paused as the boy wrapped a scarf around his neck and shoved his hands into gloves. Then, glancing around, he curled up his nose in concentration.
Kingsley followed the younger boy into the library, where Matthew desperately sought out the French word for the place, apparently not realizing that the rows upon rows of bookcases spoke for themselves.
Kingsley nodded as if he understood, although it actually appeared as if Matthew was describing a particularly large sandwich. Afew students in armchairs studied Kingsley with unconcealed interest. The banter between Nora and [insert any character she comes into contact with in the novel here] is fantastic, and her chemistry with all the men in her life is palpable.
I should mention here that all these men have sexy accents.
An Englishman, an American, a Frenchman walk into a bar…. It was exhausting. I loved it.
As an outsider going merely by those I consider as excellent writers of the genre—namely, Cherise Sinclair and Joey W. Hill—the book felt and read like a much more accurate depiction of the BDSM lifestyle.
Who might enjoy it: Anyone who loved or immensely disliked or is allergic to the Fifty Shades Bandwagon Phenomenon. Who might not enjoy it: Readers who want a more traditional romance, erotic or otherwise. A review copy of this book was generously provided by Harlequin Australia.
The Original Sinners Book 1 Author: Tiffany Reisz Publisher: I hear congratulations are in order. Second, the date is not saved. The entire week is. Nora's house has been taken over with wedding planning books, and Juliette is already shopping for dresses for her and Celeste. Jules is unusually excited the wedding will be in Scotland, and I'm not sure I want to know why Who wouldn't be excited?
He was a man in love-and even better, a man contented. It was good to see. Kingsley, too, was a man in love. He wouldn't say no to a little more contentment, however. Than me? Ah, I still hate English. Than moi. It's his birthday tomorrow, right? The big ? You two partying together?
Picnic in the park? Pairs figure skating? Karaoke night? He wanted to laugh but didn't quite have it in him today. Spending two straight days pouring over financial records did not do wonders for his sense of humor. Advent is a hectic time at the parish.
Kingsley tucked his glasses and the handkerchief into his pocket.
If you're lucky, you'll be second. Mick's an ex-altar boy, but the only orders he takes are from me. Kingsley shrugged. I think I'm finally starting to feel it. You're sexier now than you were when I met you.
I'd fuck you in a New York minute. If I wasn't engaged, I mean. Doesn't matter. He'd fuck you too. Well, he wouldn't fuck you since he's a bottom. But you get what I mean. You painted quite a picture.
Sting's in his mid-sixties. He'd seen everything he needed to see. I'm impressed with your work. You're lucky I have pants on. I kind of miss 'em. Don't get me wrong, you look damn good. Like one of those sexy Greek tycoons on those romance novels Mom's always reading.
But it's kind of an adjustment seeing you look Griffin raised his hands in innocent surrender. Not me.
But these days, people were more likely to find him wearing something like what he had on today: an Armani business suit, double-breasted, black, with a white shirt under and a slim black tie. I'm not quite ready to explain fetish-wear to my daughter. That's what her Tante Elle is for. When I'm at the clubs, I look the part.