The Siren (The Original Sinners #1)

"If you come back to me," he said, "will you run or will you crawl?"

"I'll fly..."

"If you come back to me," he said, "will you run or will you crawl?"

"I'll fly..."

"If you're a sadomaochist, pain feels like love to you. Not being hurt is what hurts."

"There are only two reasons why you leave someone you're still in love with - either it's the right thing to do, or it's the only thing to do."

"Every day you battle an enemy I cannot fight with you or for you. But if there is ever a chance for repreive, then I will bear you across the world on my back to see you finally at peace."

"But what if the enemy you think I fight isn't the enemy at all? What if this enemy is only me?"

"Then I will save you from yourself."

"The same wind that blows us off course can turn and carry us home."

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There’s no mistake here that Zach loves his wife Grace. As their marriage slowly disintegrates, instead of staying in England and fighting for a second chance, he accepts a job in the States. He is a gorgeous forty-two year old man whose entire marriage has been riddled with his deep feelings of guilt. As Ms. Reisz slowly gives us bits and pieces of him I found myself with mixed feelings. Nora labels him so well…. “a beautiful wreck of a man.”

“He didn’t always beat her until she cried. She learned to love and fear those nights he did. He saved up her pain, counted it like currency and the more pain she endured, the more pleasure she could buy with it.”.... “I love you sir,” she whispered. The slap came so sudden and fierce that her whole body shuddered in shock. “Did I give you permission to speak?” This time she didn’t answer. She shook her head. The movement dislodged a tear that had been lurking at the corner of her eye. He smiled at her and dipped his lips to hers. He kissed her again and she relaxed into his mouth. His lips moved to her neck and up to her ear. “I love you, too.”

“I know people think erotica is just a romance novel with rougher sex. It’s not. If it’s a subgenre of anything, it’s horror.”…… “Romance is sex plus love. Erotica is sex plus fear.”

"Verbal abuse? Zach, where I come from 'slut' is a term of endearment. Want to see where I come from?"

"No."

"Verbal abuse? Zach, where I come from 'slut' is a term of endearment. Want to see where I come from?"

"No."

"If you come back to me," he said, making a rare concession, "will you run or will you crawl?"

Resting her head on his strong shoulder, she watched as a tear forged a river down his long and muscled back.

"I'll fly."

“K-dar,” Nora said and tapped the side of her nose. Kinksters can smell it on each other. And my Wesley smells like warm vanilla.”

“I do love a man with a big vocabulary.”

“Why is my personal life of such fascination to you, I cannot fathom.”
“I’m a cat. You’re a shiny object.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“I am aren’t I? Somebody should spank me.” She sighed.

“Nora… the siren and the goddess, the ship and the wine-dark sea.”

”I’m a Domme, a female Dominant. There aren’t a lot of us around. Most Dominants are men. Technically I’m Switch since I can top and bottom, but if I show up on your doorstep, get ready to say ouch. I’m not good at it— I’m amazing at it. So good at it that I’m as famous d

“Nora… the siren and the goddess, the ship and the wine-dark sea.”

”I’m a Domme, a female Dominant. There aren’t a lot of us around. Most Dominants are men. Technically I’m Switch since I can top and bottom, but if I show up on your doorstep, get ready to say ouch. I’m not good at it— I’m amazing at it. So good at it that I’m as famous down here for my skills with a whip as I am in the straight world for my skills with a pen.”

” He’s a good Christian kid and I respect him more than I can say for his decision to wait. Mark my words, Zach, I will put the first randy bitch who lays a hand on him in the hospital.”

”“He’s choking on his own secrets. I have to break him. But how? That insufferable British dignity is impenetrable. The last thing he needs is some time on the rack and a good whipping.”

“Kingsley Edge was the first person who put a riding crop in my hand. It was like Arthur with Excalibur.”

” She’s the motherfucking queen of the Underground. And Kingsley Edge is, obviously, our king.”

“And him? What is he?” Zach didn’t even want to say Søren’s name.

“He’s whatever’s higher than a king and queen.”

“An emperor?” Zach guessed.

Griffin smirked. “A god.””

“When you come back to me—” he began and she pulled back to meet his eyes. “I won’t.”

“If you come back to me,” he said, making a rare concession, “will you run or will you crawl?”

Nora had pressed her whole body into him at that moment. Resting her head on his strong shoulder, she watched as a tear forged a river down his long and muscled back.

“I’ll fly.”

“A love story is not the same as a romance novel. A romance novel is the story of two people falling in love against their will. This is a story of two people who leave each other against their will. It starts to end the minute they meet.”

With reluctance she dragged her gaze to his face, as dignified and angular as the rest of him. Pale skin and dark Brutus-cut hair contrasted with eyes the color of ice. Glacial, she decided his eyes were—they spoke of hidden depths. A stark beauty, he was a man made to be admired by intelligent women.

Lean and tall but with the substantial mass of an athlete, he was utterly masculine. The world had fallen away in his presence and now that he was gone, she was left in the equally potent presence of his absence.

...reclined a man she knew no one would believe owned such a posh establishment. He’d pulled his long dark hair into a low ponytail tied with a black silk ribbon. He wore a stylishly rumpled black Victorian-era suit with a long tail and a black vest with silver buttons. His cravat was carelessly tied but that was nothing unusual. On his feet he wore his signature black riding boots. He looked like a handsomely roguish pirate someone forced into a suit and acted liked one, too—the one and only Kingsley Edge in person.