Before she became Manhattan's most famous dominatrix, Nora Sutherlin was merely a girl called Eleanor
Rebellious, green-eyed Eleanor never met a rule she didn't want to break. She's sick of her mother's zealotry and the confines of Catholic school, and declares she'll never go to church again. But her first glimpse of beautiful, magnetic Father Marcus StearnsSøren to her and only herand his lust-worthy Italian motorcycle is an epiphany. Eleanor is consumedyet even she knows being in love with a priest can't be right.
But when one desperate mistake nearly costs Eleanor everything, it is Søren who steps in to save her. When she vows to repay him with complete obedience, a whole world opens before her as he reveals to her his deepest secrets that will change everything.
Danger can be managedpain, welcomed. Everything is about to begin.
"I worship at the altar of Tiffany Reisz! Whip smart, sexy as hellThe Original Sinners series knocked me to my knees." New York Times bestselling author Lorelei James
About the Author
Tiffany Reisz is a multi-award winning and bestselling author. She lives in Kentucky with her husband, author Andrew Shaffer. Find her online at www.tiffanyreisz.com.
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Nora Sutherlin was being followed.
She didn't know she was being followed as she drove through Bavaria and into the heart of the Black Forest. Who would follow her, after all? And why? No one back home knew why she'd left, and no one at all knew where she'd gone. She kept her eyes on the road ahead and didn't once think to look behind her.
A vague uneasiness, a quiet sort of dread, had burrowed into her mind and made a home there. The sun, which had seen almost as much as she had in her lifetime, chased her car as she raced down a road shrouded in towering pine trees. Dark. Light. Dark. Light. Nora sensed the shadows wanted to catch her and keep her. She pushed the accelerator and fled deeper into the forest.
At last she came to the end of the road and spied a small thatched-roof cottage hidden among the pine and fir trees. Two stories and made all of stone, the little house seemed an exile from a fairy tale. A kindly woodcutter could live in that housethe sort who'd save a little girl from the jaws of a wolf. If the cottage were part of a fairy tale, who was she? The woodcutter? The girl? Or the wolf?
She gathered her things from the car and strode toward the cottage. The owner had warned her there was no lock on the door but promised she would be safe. This part of the woods was on private land. No one would trouble her. No one at all.
Ivy covered the cottage from the ground to the chimney. She felt as if she'd stepped back four hundred years when she crossed the threshold. Gazing around the interior, she made her day's plan. She'd build a fire in that great gray stone hearth. She'd drink tea out of ruddy earthenware mugs. She'd sleep under heavy sheets in a rustic bed with posts of rough-hewn wood. In another time and under different circumstances, she would have loved it here. But grief clawed at her heart, and her task lay hard before her.
And it wasn't in Nora's nature to relish the prospect of sleeping alone.
She took her bags upstairs to the sole bedroom and knelt on the floor by the smaller of her two suitcases. She unzipped the bag carefully, slowly, reluctantly. From a bed of velvet she pulled out a silver box the size of a pew Bible and held it in her shaking hands.
As the cottage owner had promised, she found the cobblestone path that led to the lakeshore. The smell of pine surrounded her as she wandered down the path. It was April but the scent called Christmas to mind____"O Holy Night" playing on the piano, red and green candles, silver bows, golden ornaments and Saint Nicholas coming to hide coins in the shoes of all the good little children. Idly she wished Saint Nicholas would see fit to visit her tonight. She'd welcome the company.
The path widened and ahead of her she saw the lake, its dark clear waters silver tipped in the sunlight that peeked through clouds. She stood on the stony shore at the water's edge.
She could do this. For days now she'd been preparing herself for this moment, preparing what she would say and how she would say it. She would be strong. For him, she would do this, could do this.
Nora swallowed hard and took a quick breath.
"Soren " As soon as she spoke his name she stopped. She could get no more words out. They backed up in her throat and choked her like a hand around her neck. Turning her back on the water, she half walked, half ran to the house, the silver box clutched to her chest. She couldn't let it go yet. She couldn't say goodbye.
She set the silver box on the heavy wood fireplace mantel and turned her back to it. If she pretended it wasn't there, maybe she could believe it hadn't happened.
Outside the cottage, the wind picked up. The rickety, ivy-covered shutters rattled against the stone walls. Electricity brushed against her skin. Ozone scented the air. A storm was rising.
Nora started two firesone in the great stone hearth and one in the smaller bedroom fireplace. The owner of the house had stocked the refrigerator and cabinets for her. An unnecessary kindness. She hadn't had much of an appetite for two weeks now, but she'd make herself eat if only to stave off the headaches hunger inflicted on her.
The day passed as she kept herself busy with small tasks. The cottage was clean but it gave her a sense of purpose to wash all the dishes in a large copper kettle and to sweep the hardwood floor with a witch's broom she found in the pantry. She worked until exhaustion overtook her and she lay down on top of the bed and napped.
Nora woke from a restive, dreamless sleep and ran water in the claw-foot porcelain bathtub. She sank into the heat, hoping it would seep into her skin and relax her. Yet when she emerged an hour later, pink and wrinkled, she still felt tight as a knot.
She dressed in a long white spaghetti-strap nightgown. The hemline tickled her ankles as she walked and brushed the tops of her bare feet. To distract herself, she stood in front of the mirror twisting and pinning her hair this way and that, taming the black waves into a low knot with loose tendrils that flowed over her neck and framed her face. When she finished, she almost laughed at the effect. In her white nightgown, with understated makeup and her hair coiffed in curls, she looked like a virgin bride on her wedding night. An older bride, of courseshe'd turned thirty-six last month. But still the woman in the mirror looked demure, innocent, even scared. She thought grief aged people, but tonight she felt like a teenager againrestless and waiting, aching for something she couldn't name but that she knew she needed. But what was it? Who was it?
She wandered downstairs and considered eating. Instead of feeding herself, she fed the fire. As the wood crackled and burned, lightning split the sky outside the kitchen window. Thunder rumbled close behind. Nora stood at the window and watched the night rip itself open. Bursts of thunder rattled the forest again and again. Between rumbles, Nora heard a different sound. Louder. Clearer. Closer.
Footsteps on stone.
A knock on the door.
Nora froze. No one should be out here. No one but her.
The owner had promised her privacy. This cottage was the lone house for miles, he'd said. He owned all the land around it. She would be safe. She would be alone. Another knock.
The cottage door had no lock. Whoever stood outside could walk in at any moment. For two weeks now the only emotions she'd felt were sorrow and grief. Now she felt something elsefear.
But Soren had trained her too wellHebrews 13:2, "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares." And such a night was fit for neither angel nor demon, saint or sinner.
She threw open the door. A man, not an angel, stood on the opposite side of the threshold.
Rain drenched his dark hair and beaded on his leather jacket.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest, self-conscious about the low cut of her nightgown. She should have thrown on a robe.
"Begging for sanctuary. Should I do it again? Sanctuary?"
"Did you follow me?" she asked. She'd flown into Marseille last night and had dinner with him. She never dreamed he'd chase her all the way to Germany.
"I would have come sooner, but I took a wrong turn at Hansel and Gretel's. A girl in a red cloak gave me directions, and now I'm here, Snow White."
"You found your way here, Huntsman. You can find your way back," she said. "I can't give you sanctuary."
"You know what will happen if I let you in."
"Exactly what we both want to happen."
"It can't happenyou and me. And you don't need me to tell you why."
The smile faded from his face.
"You need me," he said.
"It doesn't matter. I have to do this alone."
"You don't have to do it alone." He took an almost imperceptible step forward. The toes of his rain-soaked buff-colored boots touched but did not cross the threshold. "You do too much alone."
"I can't let you in," she said, and felt that fist in her throat again.
"Would he want you to face this alone?"
"No," she said. "He wouldn't."
"Let me in."
"That sounded like an order. I told you what I am. You know I give the orders."
She could already feel her resolve crumbling. Twenty-five years old, tall, deeply tanned, dark hair with the slightest wave to it that demanded a woman's fingers run through it again and again, clear celadon eyesan inheritance from his Persian motherand a face that someone should sculpt so it would endure even after both of them turned to dust and ashes How could she turn him away? How could anyone?
"Then order me to come inside," he said.
She closed her eyes and held the door to steady herself. This was wrong. She knew it. She'd sworn before she'd even seen him that she wouldn't do this, not ever, not with him. But then she'd met him. And now, after all that had happened and the grief that threatened to overwhelm her, could anyone blame her for taking her comfort with him? One man would blame her. But was that enough to stop her?
"Order me in," he said again, and Nora opened her eyes. "Please."
She could never resist a beautiful man begging. "Come in, Nico," she said to Kingsley's son. "That's an order."
* * *
She shut the door behind Nico and pulled him to the fireplace. She helped him out of his jacket and boots. Battered and mud crusted, his shoes looked nothing like Kingsley's spit-shined riding boots. These were work boots, steel tipped and utilitarian.
"Do I want to know how you found me?" she asked as she brushed the mud off Nico's boots and set them to dry by the fireplace.
"I followed your trail of bread crumbs."
"You might have accidentally left your bag open at the restaurant and I might have accidentally seen the address on your rental confirmation."
"Leaving my bag open was an accident," she said.
"Finding the address might not have been." He pulled off his socks and ran his hands through his hair, shaking the rain out of it.
"Like father, like son." She sighed. "You're as sneaky as Kingsley."
"Are you angry?"
"No, I'm not angry." She raised her hand to her forehead and rubbed at the tension headache lurking there. Nico pulled her hand down and looked at her with concern.
"Need food? Wine?" she asked before he could ask her how she wasa question she didn't want to answer. "Or did you bring your own?"
"There might be a bottle or two of Rosanella in the car."
"I won't make you bring them in," she said. Outside the storm still raged wild.
"I will later. First things first." Nico took her by the wrist and pulled her close.
"Don't," he said. "Don't fight me. Let me help you."
Sighing, Nora rested her head against his chest and let him rub the knot of tension in her neck. When they'd met in December she'd had Zach with her, and Nicoonly his mother called him Nicholas, he'd saidhad shown her editor/friend/ occasional lover all due deference. But when she visited again a month later, Nico did nothing to hide his delight at having her to himself. He was barely twenty-five. Handsome and young and French, what reason did he have for wanting hernearly twelve years his senior and with a long history of sleeping with the man he'd learned was his biological father? She got her answer while they were out walking one day. Two womena mother and daughterhad stopped them, asking for directions. The mother looked forty years old, the daughter around Nico's age. Both were well-dressed classic French beauties. Nico barely blinked at the daughter. To the mother he'd flashed a smile so flirtatious even his father would have been impressed. Kingsley's son had a fetish for older women.
Well how nice.
"You're in pain," he said. "I can feel it all through you."
"I like pain," she reminded him.
"No one likes this kind of pain. I would know."
She lowered her eyes in sympathy. The man who'd raised Nico as his son had died five months ago. A month after that, she'd shown up and told him he had another father, which had torn the stitches on his still-healing grief. If anyone understood the pain she felt right now, it was Nico.
"Let me ease your pain tonight."
"How?" She looked up at him. "Can you bring people back to life?"
"I can bring you back to life."
She almost told him he was as arrogant as his father, but before she could speak, he kissed her.
Nervous as a virgin, her lips trembled under his. If it had been anyone but him, she would have wondered at this newfound shyness. She'd never been shy, never been demure, never been innocent. And yet, this was Kingsley's only son, and by sleeping with him she would lose something far more dear to her than her virginity had ever been.
"You're shaking," Nico said against her lips.
"I don't know."
"I'm here," he whispered. "You don't have to be afraid."
He was here. That was why she was afraid. But the fear didn't stop her from opening her mouth to receive his kiss. He kissed along her jawline to her ear, nipped at her earlobe. Over the pulse point in her neck, he pressed a long, languid kiss. The heat from his mouth seared her all the way to her spine. His kisses were neither tentative nor hurried. As he kissed her, her muscles slackened, her skin flushed with heat and the fear faded. For the first time in days, she felt human. Since meeting back in December, she and Nico had been in weekly contact. Emails, phone callshe even wrote her letters by hand. Letters she read and reread and answered. Letters she burned before anyone found them.
Her head fell back as Nico kissed the hollow of her throat. He placed his hands on either side of her neck and rubbed his thumbs into the tendons of her shoulders.
"What's this?" he asked as he lifted the chain of her necklace.
Nora wrapped her hand around the pendant. She couldn't talk about it yet. It meant too much to her. Especially now.
"A saint medal. It's a Catholic thing."
"I know about saints. I am one, remember?"
"Saint Nicholas brought me Christmas early this year," she said, smiling as he kissed her throat. "Although sleeping with him will put me on the naughty list for eternity."
"It's my list. I'll be the judge of that." He slipped the strap of her nightgown off her shoulder and traced her bare shoulder with his fingertips. Her body shivered with the pleasure from the touch of his work-roughened skin.
"You're so beautiful in white." Nico whispered the words into her ear as he ran his hand down her back, caressing the silk of her gown.
Nora said nothing. She'd bought the white gown to wear for Soren on their anniversary, a celebration that wouldn't happen now.
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After having read and loved the first book in this series, The Siren, I just knew I had to read the rest of these books. The Original Sinners series has eight books in total. While The Siren kicks of the series and should be read first, I think The Saint is best read second because it takes the reader into these characters pasts and give an idea of who they are and why. I have to say author Tiffany Reisz blew me away again. I loved The Saint as much, if not more than The Siren. When I was done reading The Siren, I wanted to know more about these characters, in particular Soren, who is Nora’s true love. I didn’t really care for Soren in book 1, but here as I learned more about his past, I began to like him. The Saint begins with Nora telling a story to her young lover Niko, in a cottage no less, in the Black Forest of Bavaria. The setting has a fairy tale feel to it. Nora is heartbroken, although the reason why is not revealed until the end, but the reader knows someone she loves has passed away. As Nora tells Niko her story, she starts from when she was a young teen in a Catholic school where she met Soren. Nora also details how she met Kingsley, who plays a huge role in these books and is Soren’s best friend. Young teen-aged Nora a.k.a. Eleanor is fun to read about and never whiny, which I appreciated. She was sassy and funny and I could see how she came to love Soren. She is already writing stories in this one and Soren encourages her. I loved the 90’s music references i.e. 4 Non Blondes and Eddie Vedder. Soren is a heart-throb with a dark side, he is mysterious and as I read I just wanted to know more about him. ...She should submit to him in love and without fear, giving her body to him like a holy offering and making their bed an altar....p.147 The Saint Again, Tiffany Reisz cleverly writes a sexy, dark, sometimes sad, funny and shocking story. I love her writing style and I gobble up her words. The romance is unconventional, the writing is smart and clever and the characters are unforgettable. Reisz weaves in religion, morality and sex effortlessly. I have been collecting these books for my shelves as they definitely deserve real shelf space, not e-book space. Onto the next book…. disclaimer: I received my free copy of The Saint via AmazonVine. This review is my honest opinion. Although I receive free books via publishers and authors, I am never obligated to write a positive review.
Reread - December 23, 2015: ★★★★★ OK, now after getting caught up with the first published novels in this series, I can fully appreciate the awesomeness of The Saint. Five stars! If you are interested in this series, make sure to follow the reading order listed in my original review (scroll way down). Can't wait to finish the series!!! Original Review - September 7, 2015: ★★★½ The Saint is part of Tiffany Reisz's erotica/BDSM series titled Original Sinners. It is book #5 in the series as a whole and book #1 in the prequel series distinguished as The White Years. I have had my eye on this series for a long while thanks to many fellow goodreaders and their amazing reviews, and was sooo excited to see this installment pop up at my local library. Unfortunately, none of the earlier books were available so I figured it was safe to begin at the prequel. The Saint was my first experience with this series and with Ms. Reisz as an author. I enjoyed this novel as a piece of well-written erotica, and let me tell you it was damn hard to put down. It's engaging, complex, and beautifully dark, with some pretty funny dialogue typical of a rebellious teenage girl. But because it was my introduction to the series, I began this fan-adored story with zero previous investment in the characters. It took some time to get over the disturbing age and role factors written between the main characters in this book: Eleanor and Søren, and I'm not sure I ever really did get over it. However, seasoned fans will likely not bat an eye because of their love for these characters who they are already well-acquainted with. I can tell that there must be many, many complex layers threaded throughout the first four books in this series, but as a reader with no knowledge of the evolved relationship dynamics, I felt like a third wheel at times. My excitement was just nowhere near the level of existing fans and I'm kinda sad about that. But, wait! I plan to do something about it! I'm going to play catch-up!!! Even though books #6 and #7 are also available at my library, I'm going to pass on them until I can start at the beginning. I have no doubt that once I meet these characters as their future, mature selves, I will have a newfound appreciation for the White Years prequel...and I'm looking forward to it! My favorite quote: “Why did people flee from pain and avoid it like the plague? Yes, it hurt, but so did everything that mattered. Love hurt, life hurt, birth hurt, changing hurt, growing hurt. The dead didn't hurt, only the living. She had never felt so alive.” ATTENTION! After finishing The Saint, I researched a bit on Ms. Reisz's website HERE to gain some insight about the characters and the story in general. I noted that Ms. Reisz recommends the following reading order for the Original Sinners series. Based on my own reading experience, I would have to agree. The Red Years: 1) The Siren 2) The Angel 3) The Prince 4) The Mistress The White Years: 5) The Saint 6) The King 7) The Virgin 8) The Queen Ms. Reisz further recommends the following: “Do not read The White Years before reading The Red Years books first, otherwise you will not know who some vital characters are. The White Years are not 100% prequels—they continue the storyline after the end of The Mistress. The novellas and free short stories can be read in any order but they do contain spoilers. I would suggest reading all the big books first in their proper order.”
WOW what another good story in this series. On to the next book number six The King.
"The Saint," is fantastic and wonderfully erotic! I'm a big Original Sinners fan and this is the best one yet--I laughed and cried and couldn't put it down. I loved reading about the early years of Eleanor and Soren's relationship. Reading their conversations, knowing what's in store for them, was delicious. Also, Kingsley curls my toes, so coming across him always makes me very...happy. If you haven't read any Tiffany Reisz books, you should fix that right now. Her writing is honest, direct and captivating. In addition to Original Sinners books, there are free stories at her website about the OS characters, so there are a lot of fixes available for the addicted.
Søren, Søren, Søren. HOT, HOT, HOT. What more could a girl ask for? OH yeah, why does he have to be the parish priest? Nora and Søren past comes to life with such voracity that it sets the pages on fire. Caution is to not come in on the middle (or midst). Start at the very beginning. Take a look at Reisz read order suggestion. This is one of the best series. I strongly recommend one starting this series if you are serious about your erotic reading material. This is a must have series on the list. Thanks, NetGalley Reisz has sent my e-reader into overload.
OMG! OMG!! OMG!!! This is the first time I read anything by Tiffany and I now totally get why Elisabeth Staab was not only RAVING about her, but said I MUST read her books! When the opportunity came to host her blog tours for "The Saint" and review it I JUMPED at the chance!! I COULDN'T put it down!! I didn't WANT to put it down!! I fell in love with the world and characters Tiffany created! Her writing style is superb and she helps you navigate the world she created. Never did I feel lost or as if I was being taken for a ride. I TRUSTED Tiffany to share details when they needed to be shared and loved it when she illustrated things instead of telling me things. Ahhh Eleanor! The girl after my own heart! I simply LOVED her! She is strong and independent even at a young age. I loved how she is curious and isn't afraid to question things. She is sweet (though she'll tell you she isn't), rebellious (not just because she questions things) and she has a bit of a destructive side. She hasn't had it easy, but she tries to make the best of it. All this and she's only 15 years old! Søren is... a... uhm..... a priest. And that should make him off limits, right? But it doesn't. He's a man. He is human. He is .... Søren. He is complicated, mysterious, honest, loyal, faithful, smart, headstrong.... I could go on and on, but you can find out more when you read the book! However, I want to share with you what my friend and peer Sunny (Reviewer at Love Affair of an eReader) said about Søren in her review of "The Saint": The best part of this book is getting to peel the layers off of Søren. He’s not a hero; he’s not an anti-hero. He is not quite the Byronic hero, instead he is a set of contradictions – light and dark, tender and cruel, tragic and heartwarming. He is shaped and formed by his past. But whether he is born this way or shaped this way, at the end he is a sadist. Though this is not a word in my everyday vocabulary, I am challenged to see that concept in a different way. (Read full review of book on Goodreads) Basically... WHAT SHE SAID! I couldn't have put it better myself! Okay, so he's a Priest and she's only 15 years old. While some may view this as a reason to not read the book(s) or find this to be "wrong", the way Tiffany tells their story, you will understand and see what everyone else is talking about. The bantering between Søren and Eleanor is fantastic! Loved every bit of it! And OMG, the sexual tension between these two. YIKES!!! Add Kingsley to the mix and yeah.... Awesomeness!! I will say that I was a tad bit concerned that I would be "lost" as this is part of a series. However, as "The Saint" is a prequel to the entire series, I feel that you can start with this and then continue with the series. Others have stated that it is best to read them in order as you will get a better understanding of things (i.e. their relationship). Overall, a fantastic read! Tiffany has become an auto-buy author for me! I have added the entire series to my TBR Mountain (and has been bumped up to the top). I have no doubt that I will love them all!
Loved The Saint. Tiffany Reisz is one of my favorite authors and I love every book in this series. Looking forward to The King.
Once Again Tiffany seems to write another fantastic book . Tiffany seems to make the stories better each time around as this is book 5 I am well and truly hooked into the series. This is one series that you could read over and over . This is not one of those storylines that you can read slow . The writing is amazing and so well written , The characters are , well they are also extremely good . Tiffany manages to make you feel as though you are in the book alone with the characters. This book was perfection. I devoured it. It was emotional, intense and powerful and I really cant get enough.
Best book of the series so far!
TIFFANY DOES IT AGAIN!!!! YOU NEED THE READ THE RED YEARS FIRST OF HER ORIGINAL SINNERS,,,,,,BUT OH MY LORD THIS GIRL KNOWS HOW TO WRITE AND GET IN YOUR HEAD!!! SHE IS BY FAR ONE OF THE BEST EROTICA WRITERS OUT THERE TODAY! IM A FAN FOR LIFE! ALTHOUGH THIS WAS A PREQUIL SHE MANAGED TO GIVE US A PIECE OF CURRENT DAY SITUATION! GOTTA LOVE HER! BRILLIANT! I'D TAKE ANY CLASS OR LECTURE SHE HAD TO OFFER ANYTIME JUST TO LISTEN HOW HER MIND WORKS! AND ALTHOUGH I DONT KNOW HER PERSONALLY I HAD THE CHANCE TO MEET HER &SHES AS DELIGHTFUL AS HER WRITTEN WORK!!!BUY ANYTHING WITH HER NAME!!WISH WE COULD CLONE HER IN ORDER TO HAVE MORE EXCELLENT WORK TO READ MORE OFTEN! LOVE HER!!!:) SINCERELY YOUR #1 PORT ST LUCIE FL FAN TRACI W!!!!! HUGS!!!!!
I have to say when I started the book and realized what Nora was about to do my heart dropped. I did not skip to the end of the book because I was afraid of what I might have found. I love the conversations between Young Elle and Soren. She is wisecracking and tells it like it is. Soren rarely seems surprised at what she says and lets it roll. Ii have had thoughts of checking out the local Catholic Churches but unfortunately I know what the priests look like! I think this a a darker book due to Nora's emotional state. But I liked it none the less. Being a Kentucky girl, I am glad to see an author from the Bluegrass state so diverse! nd if I had read these books at a much younger age, I think my life would have turned out differently!!!
I must admit I did not enjoy this book as much as her others. I did enjoy learning more about the young Nora but had to read the ending first just to make for sure my favorite character hadn't died. I like more action but will probably see that in the following books. I started in the middle of the series and jumped around a bit but sure do enjoy this series.
I love this series. When I first read The Siren, I had no idea what Tiffany's book were about. Well I have to say I enjoy them more than I probably should. It feels like you have grown up with Eleanor. In this book you learn more about her as a young girl and Soren young priest just getting started in a new church. You see more into the depth of Nora and where she came from. The challenges Soren had to over come just to be with Nora in the beginning. Reading how Nora and Kingsley met just made me laugh. The book truly shows you the heart break and trials Nora has been through. From the beginning I was still guessing about the silver box on the mantel. Tiffany pulls you into their world and you never wanna leave.
Once again, I'm in love with my favorite author. I couldn't put it down from page 1. Tiffany's prose makes you feel like you are a part of the rich story and that the characters are so real you could just call or visit like any old friends. Thanks for the privilege and can't wait for the next installment!
The Saint is the 1st book in the White Years and the 5th book in the Original Sinners series from Tiffany Reisz. I highly recommend you read all 4 books in the Red Years before reading The Saint. Fair warning to all, Eleanor is underage during much of this book. I wish I could say buy this book and that be enough for everyone. The Saint was one of my favorite books I've read all year! One that as soon as I finished reading it, I wanted to start it all over again. With Tiffany's books, I never feel like I can say much without giving away spoilers. I will say it opens with Nora in much pain and not really knowing how to handle it. We meet a new male character in this book, and I think you will love him every bit as much as I do. Nora tells us the story of how Eleanor and Søren met and came to be together in this book, as well as many of the characters we all met in The Siren. Tiffany made me both laugh and cry with this book and I loved it all. I don't really want to give away anything else about The Saint, but do want to mention some of my favorite things from the book. Eleanor and Søren 's desk...one of the best scenes in the book! Eleanor meeting Kingsley. Søren and Kingsley...love them separately and together! (especially when drunk together) Eleanor and Søren together...even when they are just talking to one another. Nora and her young man...affects certain things for the future, but I love him so. Honestly the only thing I didn't like about this book was seeing what a total ass Eleanor's dad was to her. I knew he wasn't a great parent, but I really wanted to kick his ass on more than once occasion while reading this book. I still didn't love her, but did see her in a new light the more I read. I know I didn't really share much about The Saint, but I really didn't want to share any spoilers. I will say I'm already counting down until the release of The King on November 25, 2014.
~Reviewed by ANN & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog THE SAINT is book five in the Original Sinners series, but it is the first in what is called the White Years, the time when Nora still went by the name of Eleanor and was a sixteen year old Catholic school girl. It is at this time where she learns that she has a new priest named Father Soren Stearns. The man immediately appeals to her. With his Ducati and his blonde hair, Soren is the hottest priest ever known to man. I came across this quote while reading and I thought it perfectly summed up how Eleanor felt about Soren: “If God looked like Soren there would be no atheists.” From the first moment they met, Eleanor worships him. However, that doesn’t mean she is a docile creature. She’s far from it. Soren and Eleanor’s interactions are like a cat and mouse game. They torture one another, taking pleasure in seeing the other suffer. While Soren holds himself back, Eleanor pushes just to see what reaction she can get from him. I found every page to be entertaining, right now to the dialogue. This is where I think Tiffany Reisz excels at. All her books have this bouncy dialogue that maintains its beat throughout the book. However, I never thought that would be more true than in this book. Soren and Eleanor interact in a special way. Despite displaying their age differences, Reisz makes it work so well that I found myself grinning at a lot of the lines they say. Reisz’s romances are special because although they are heavily detailed with BDSM elements, it’s not just an Erotic Romance. There are a lot of influences that Reisz takes her inspiration from. A lot of the other written works she mentions in the book such as Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty, Justine and the other biblical references such as the King Xerxes story all create for a more rich experience. How she is able to integrate those outside stories into her own is absolutely stunning. It made me want to read more and more and more. Another skill that Reisz displays in her writing is through the use of Nico, Kingsley’s son. At first, I wondered why she was starting the book off with Nora’s scenes with Nico. However, as you read on, you can see that Reisz clearly has a plan. She uses the frame narrative where Nora is telling Nico the stories of her past as they lounge around in each other’s arms. It would be so simple to just have THE SAINT be a flashback book. But the fact that she tried to make it a story within a story made me love this book even more. I find it unbelievable how Reisz can put Nora is anyone – and I mean ANYONE – and make their time together feel special. She is so good at evoking emotions with her sex scenes, making it not just about the kink – although there is that!- and makes it about love too. How does she do this time and time again? It’s insane! I’ll admit, Soren was a character that I loved reading about, but he scared me. But after reading this book, seeing his interactions with Eleanor, I can’t find a single thing I don’t love about him. It’s like what Eleanor said about Soren taking her virginity. It’s not enough for him to take it, he had to obliterate it. THE SAINT has obliterated my love for the other books in the series. I thought I loved them, but Soren came along on his Ducati and has consumed my mind. I should note that the books should be read in order. Much of Soren’s past is revealed in this book. However, if you want the full experience, start with THE SIREN. In an unforgettable story of first and everlasting love, Tiffany Reisz becomes a master at lyrical words. THE SAINT is not simply my favourite of the series, but also a possible contender of my favourite book of the year. *ARC provided by publisher
Th Saint by Tiffany Reisz Summary: In the beginning, there was him. Gutsy, green-eyed Eleanor never met a rule she didn't want to break. She's sick of her mother's zealotry and the confines of Catholic school, and declares she'll never go to church again. But her first glimpse of beautiful, magnetic Father Søren Stearns and his lust-worthy Italian motorcycle is an epiphany. Suddenly, daily Mass seems like a reward, and her punishment is the ache she feels when they're apart. He is intelligent and insightful and he seems to know her intimately at her very core. Eleanor is consumed—and even she knows that can't be right. But when one desperate mistake nearly costs Eleanor everything, it is Søren who steps in to save her. She vows to repay him with complete obedience…and a whole world opens before her as he reveals to her his deepest secrets. Danger can be managed—pain, welcomed. Everything is about to begin. My Thoughts: For all of you that follow this blog you know that I FLOVE Tiffany! Rose actually told me about The Siren and I have been HOOKED ever since. Every time she releases something I drop everything to read it. Tiffany is an amazing writer. She just has that "IT" factor. Her words are beautiful, dark, and romantic. She writes about topics that aren't necessarily accepted.... I mean a priest .... Enough said. I mean is it wrong to be lusting over him... Because let me tell you I am in love with Father Stearns. "Many people, men and women, enjoy giving up control during sexual encounters and putting their bodies and even their lives in the hands of their partners. It's called sexual submission. Others, like me, enjoy the opposite. Taking total control of someone and dominating them" ~Father Sterns I was happy to hear that we were going to learn more about how Nora, Soren, and Kingsley found each other and began their relationship. This book filled in all the gaps that we had. Tiffany took us on a journey of love and loss and all the stuff in between. We get to understand how each character grew into the people that we have grown to love while reading the Original Sinners books. "Some children have the luxury of waiting for eighteen candles on their birthday cake to become adults. The rest of us grow up when we are left no other choice." ~ Kingsley I am not going to give away anything I want you all to read and find out for yourselves. Just know that no matter what Tiffany writes it is AMAZING. I can't wait to read what she gives us next. She is a genius and I am a fan of hers for life.
A fairy tale setting in the heart of the Black Forest lends a mystical quality to The Saint as Tiffany Reisz, employing her character Nora Sutherlin as the storyteller, tells the tale her impatient readers have awaited to a rapt listener. And you won’t even have a chance to get comfortable in your chair before the indomitable Mistress Nora begins to do what she does best. . . anything she wants to! With a touch of sadism that would make Søren proud, Tiffany Reisz has made her readers wait until The Saint, the fifth book in her Original Sinners series, for Eleanor’s and Søren’s story . . . and she throws in just enough Kingsley to satisfy my pirate addiction! Although we’ve had snippets from the early years between Nora, Søren, and Kingsley in previous books, The Saint tells the story of how Eleanor Louise Schreiber becomes the girl seen by Søren in his dreams…the one he described to Kingsley in the Prince. Readers of my review, I am going to beg your forgiveness for my shameless enthusiasm for this book. Søren describes Eleanor's mind as a “marvelous playground”, and that description could certainly be applied to the mind of Tiffany Reisz. She doesn’t just write her books . . . she toys with words, crafting them into stories that lodge themselves in her readers’ minds. I read a lot of books: some are good, some are very good, and most are entertaining and pass the time. That sentence doesn't even touch the experience that is The Saint. When I think of all the boring books I had to read and was compelled to analyze as an English Literature student — I have to ask myself why we didn't have works like this absorbing and evocative book to review? Yeah, yeah . . . I know it’s erotica and probably wouldn’t be considered acceptable in the classroom, but I’m of the opinion, when dealing with books classified as erotica, too much is made of the sexual acts themselves. In The Saint it is the author’s rare talent for imagery, word play, and humor that informs the erotica. There is no question Tiffany Reisz is perfecting her art with each book, and what a pleasure to have accompanied her on her journey! She is the mistress of mind games who teases and taunts your emotions while she feeds your love of descriptive language with her words. The Saint is a book that transcends any arbitrary rating system. You’ll be tempted to read it quickly to find out what happens . . . but you won’t. You’ll backtrack, highlight, sigh and cry, and savor every word. I don’t mind confessing it is one of a handful of books I began to re-read as soon as I finished. There are no extraneous details, there is no gratuitous sex . . . every word is important in this tightly written book. Be prepared to lose yourself as the author uses her unique word brush to paint indelible images of her characters in your mind so that regardless of how you see their actions, they become your people. The Saint is not really a standalone book. Readers will be doing themselves a disservice if they don't read each book in The Red Years Quartet, and in order — The Siren, The Angel, The Prince, The Mistress — before reading The Saint. Old questions are answered and new questions are asked as Tiffany Reisz shows her readers everything. “Not every story has to end.”
Elle and Soren's story just keeps getting better. No one writes like Tiffanny Reisz. One of the best series around and I can't wait for the next installment.
Every since I read the first book in this series I was hooked. Therefore I have waited for each new release with such longing and excitement in the next chapter in all things Nora. You always got a glimpse of things that started her love for Soren but this book gave the reader what was needed to fill in all the gaps. I have always felt such an emotional attachment to Nora and Soren and wanted to know what started it all. Well...this book gave me that and so much more. Wow....I can't tell you enough how much I enjoyed this book. Nora finds herself in the cottage and NIco shows up to be with her. At the time he is just what she needed and he tries to convince her she is all he needs. Together they share in each other while Nora tells NIco about his father Kingsley but the only way to do that is to start at the beginning and that includes how she and Soren began. It was a deeply moving story for me and Tiffany Reisz goes beyond anything I could have ever imagined in the telling of Nora and Soren's story. It made me feel happy....sad...and most of all the love they shared for each other. Beautifully written and adding Nico into the mix was brilliant. If you haven't read the series start with the first book since it all leads to The Saint. You won't be disappointed and its so much more than just about the BDSM. Simply amazing is what this entire series is and I can't wait to get my hands on the next book. Highly recommend!
I felt like a lot was building up to this book. A lot of the author's secrets are revealed. I thought it was the best book in the series so far. Very hard to put down.