Sins of Sevin
by
Penelope Ward
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Genre: Contemporary Romance, Standalone
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, r.b.a designs Photo: Scott Hoover Photography Model: Zeb Ringle Release Date: September 21, 2015 |
~ Synopisis ~
From the New York Times
bestselling author of Stepbrother Dearest, comes a new forbidden STANDALONE
romance.
What happens when the one you want is the
only one you can’t have?
My name is Sevin.
Homeschooled and sheltered by my
ultra-religious family, I was always taught that lust was a sin.
Elle was the girl who’d been carefully
chosen for me.
After a long-distance courtship, I’d be
moving into her family’s guesthouse so that we could get to know each other in
the months before the wedding.
Boundaries were set: no inappropriate
touching, no kissing, no sex before marriage.
I’d accepted those rules and my fate.
Until I met the one I wanted to sin with.
That was when restraint became a
problem…especially since the one
wasn’t Elle.
It was her sister, Evangeline.
You know what they say about best laid
plans.
My name is Sevin, and I have sinned.
Told in alternating points of view, Sins of Sevin is a full-length
standalone novel. Contains graphic sexual content and harsh language. Only
appropriate for adult readers age 18+.
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Copyright © 2015 by
Penelope Ward
As he gulped down the
water, I watched his Adam’s apple moving up and down. I used the opportunity to
glance over his sweaty body up close. The top of his underwear was sticking out
of his jeans. The smell of him was intoxicating, a mix of cut wood, sweat and
cologne. I thought about our talk the other night, how he’d confessed his
sexual history. As much as it disturbed me, knowing he’d used that body to give
a woman pleasure made me weak with desire. I could only imagine what that would
feel like with him.
Elle would find out.
I was still looking
down at his abs when he said, “Thank you.” My eyes immediately shot up to meet
his incendiary stare.
He’d caught me checking him out.
“You’re welcome.”
His mouth curved into
a smile as he handed me back the glass. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you
much this week.”
“Yeah. I’ve been
busy.”
“I have something for
you,” he blurted out in a way that indicated he was anxiously waiting to say
it.
“For me?”
“Yeah. Wait here,
okay?”
Sevin ran over to
where his truck was parked and grabbed something out of the open window.
He returned to where
I was standing and handed me a CD.
“What is it?”
“If you like the
Smiths, you’ll like some of the songs on here. I included a few Smiths
songs—the ones from your favorite album, but there’s also The Lemonheads, The
Pixies…and Pulp.”
“You made this?”
“Yeah. I made it for
myself and burned you a copy.”
“Thanks.”
He looked me straight
in the eyes and said, “Number ten is my favorite.” Then, he walked away.
I immediately took it
back to my room and dusted off my old portable CD player.
Lying down on my bed
with the sun streaming in, I drowned out the world and listened to every song.
When it got to number ten, I paid special attention, knowing he’d specifically
called that one out.
The name of the song
was Like a Friend. I later found out
it was by Pulp. With each lyric, my eyes became heavier until they welled up in
tears. The words described to a tee exactly how I’d been feeling about him. The
singer was shouting out all his feelings about his friend, that she was
everything he shouldn’t want, everything that was bad for him, but yet he
couldn’t stop wanting her. He’d take what he could get even if that just meant
being friends. Every single line spoke to me. It was the first time I realized
that maybe I wasn’t alone in my torment. This situation—whatever was happening
between us—was taking a toll on him, too.
I must have listened
to the song five times before I went over to the window and looked down at him.
At one point, he finally looked up and noticed me. He squinted his eyes to see
me through the glare of the sun. I still had my headphones on. He knew I had
heard number ten. The look on his face when our eyes locked only confirmed that
number ten wasn’t just a song. It was
his way of speaking to me.
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~ About the Author ~
Penelope Ward is a
New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew
up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a
television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She
is the proud mother of a beautiful 10-year-old girl with autism and a
9-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.
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