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No safe word can protect the heart
Infamous erotica author and accomplished dominatrix Nora Sutherlin is doing something utterly out of character: hiding. While her longtime lover, Søren—whose fetishes, if exposed, would be his ruin—is under scrutiny pending a major promotion, Nora's lying low and away from temptation in the lap of luxury.
Her host, the wealthy and uninhibited Griffin Fiske, is thrilled to have Nora stay at his country estate, especially once he meets her traveling companion. Young, inexperienced and angelically beautiful, Michael has become Nora's protégé, and this summer with Griffin is going to be his training, where the hazing never ends.
But while her flesh is willing, Nora's mind is wandering. To thoughts of Søren, her master, under investigation by a journalist with an ax to grind. And to another man from Nora's past, whose hold on her is less bruising, but whose secrets are no less painful. It's a summer that will prove the old adage: love hurts.
- Sales Rank: #491373 in Books
- Brand: Harlequin MIRA
- Published on: 2012-09-25
- Released on: 2012-09-25
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.25" h x 1.11" w x 5.38" l, .65 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 416 pages
- Great product!
Review
"I worship at the altar of Tiffany Reisz! Whip smart, sexy as hell--the Original Sinners series knocked me to my knees. Riveting characters, seductive sadists, delicious deviants--the entwined, twisted story lines featuring Nora, Søren, and Kingsley kick erotica to whole new level."-NYT bestselling author Lorelei James
Tiffany Reisz's The Original Sinners series is painful, prideful, brilliant, beautiful, hopeful, and heart-breaking. And that's just the first hundred pages.--New York Times bestselling author Courtney Milan
"[The Siren] is amazing and definitely a favorite read so far this year."-USA TODAY.com
The Original Sinners series certainly lives up to its name: it's mindbendingly original and crammed with more sin than you can shake a hot poker at. I haven't read a book this dangerous and subversive since Chuck Palahniuk's Fight Club. --Andrew Shaffer, author of Great Philosophers Who Failed at Love
"The Siren is one of the most incredible books I've read...Tiffany Reisz writes amazing dialogue and emotional depth. Witty, sharp, smart characters that will completely suck you in."-Smexy Books
Dazzling, devastating and sinfully erotic, Reisz writes unforgettable characters you'll either want to know or want to be. The Siren is an alluring book-within-a-book, a story that will leave you breathless and bruised, aching for another chapter with Nora Sutherlin and her men.-Miranda Baker, author of Bottoms Up and Soloplay
"The Siren is a powerful, evocative tale of discovering who you truly are. Tiffany Reisz nails the complicated person inside all of us."
-Cassandra Carr, author of Talk to Me
"Tiffany Reisz is a smart, artful, and masterful new voice in erotic fiction! An erotica star on the rise!"-Award-winning author Lacey Alexander
"Daring, sophisticated, and literary. . .exactly what good erotica should be."
-Kitty Thomas, author of Tender Mercies
"Breathtakingly gorgeous. THE SIREN is a story you won't be able to put down and whose characters will stay with you long after you've reached the end. I can't wait for Tiffany Reisz's next story!" – Roni Loren, national bestselling author of Crash Into You
About the Author
Tiffany Reisz lives in Lexington, Kentucky. She graduated with a B.A. in English from Centre College and is making her parents and her professors proud by writing erotica under her real name. She has five piercings, one tattoo, and has been arrested twice. When not under arrest, Tiffany enjoys Latin Dance, Latin Men, and Latin Verbs. She dropped out of a conservative seminary in order to pursue her dream of becoming a smut peddler. If she couldn’t write, she would die.
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"Fudge."
Mostly upside down with her head hanging off the bed, Nora saw the ominous slant of sunlight sliding through the window and across the floor. S0ren pushed into her again, and she flinched with pleasure.
"Eleanor, are you thinking about food at a time like this?" Søren thrust hard once more and came with a controlled shudder.
Laughing from her recent orgasm and the absurdity of having this conversation in her current position, Nora finished her thought. "You're the one who told me I wasn't allowed to swear on Sundays anymore. So, fudge, I'm going to be late for Mass, sir."
Søren dipped his head and kissed her neck.
"I have it on good authority that your priest would be quite displeased if you were late," he whispered into her ear.
"Then my priest needs to untie my leg from his bedpost."
Søren raised up and glared down at her; she innocently batted her eyelashes at him.
"Beg," he ordered, and Nora started to growl. Arrogant son of a bitch.
He never said anything about not swearing in her mind. Just that she could never curse out loud. Søren put a finger over her lips. "No growling. Begging."
Clenching and unclenching her jaw, Nora took a deep breath.
"Please, sir, will you let me go so I can drive my as—bottom home, take a shower, eat breakfast for once this week, throw on some clothes and drive back to church so I can sit in my pew looking prim and proper all the while imagining you naked as you're giving some homily on sin and how, shockingly, God's against it? Pretty please with you on top?"
Søren slapped the back of her thigh hard enough she yelped. But still he reached up and unknotted the black silk rope from her ankle. With obvious reluctance, he withdrew from her and rolled onto his side.
Now free, Nora started to crawl out of his bed.
Søren propped his head on his hand and stretched languidly across his white sheets. She wasn't going to look at him. If she looked at Søren, she'd crawl right back to him.
"In a hurry, little one?"
"To leave you? No. To not be late for Mass and earn yet another beating this week? Yes." Søren caressed the back of her calf and Nora turned back to stare daggers at him. "Are you trying to make me late…sir?"
Sighing, Søren pulled his hand away from her. It wasn't fair. The rectory stood all of two minutes' walk from the church; being male and not having to worry about what outfit to wear, Søren could get ready in ten minutes.
"A vicious accusation, Eleanor. Of course I would never try to make you late. You are a role model for the young people in the church after all."
Snorting a laugh, Nora started picking up her clothes. She pulled her shirt off the top of the bedpost she been tied to last night while Søren had flogged her senseless. Her skirt lay in a crumpled heap on the floor where it had landed after Søren unzipped it and let it fall before bending her over his bed and strapping her ankles to a spreader bar. Somewhere under his bed she found her bra, and her underwear was at home in a drawer. She rarely bothered with underwear around Søren—counterproductive really.
"A role model? Nora Sutherlin—erotica writer, exdominatrix. It's a pleasure to meet you." She held out her hand to shake. Søren only looked at it and raised his eyebrow at her.
"You're a role model to Michael. He adores you."
"But Michael's one of us, sir." She smiled at the memory of Søren's anniversary gift to her last year: the virginity of possibly the prettiest teenage boy in the known world. Pretty, kinky and unfortunately deeply troubled. "Of course he's got a soft spot for me. Or a wet spot. Anyway, none of those vanilla twerps at church need to look up to me."
Nora shoved her feet into her shoes as Søren got out of bed. Her heart pounded at the sight of all six feet four inches of his perfectly sculpted, unashamedly naked body coming toward her. No one watching him now would ever believe Søren was forty-seven years old. And no one seeing them last night and this morning as he beat her and fucked her repeatedly in a variety of delightfully degrading positions would have dreamed he was one of the most respected Catholic priests in all of New England.
"You give them hope that one can be an adult Catholic without being conventional or condescending."
"You're trying to say the kids think I'm cool, aren't you?"
"My sentiments exactly."
She turned her face up to him for a quick goodbye kiss. Instead he bent down and kissed her long and slow…deeply, possessively. No one had ever kissed her the way Søren did, as though he was inside her body even when he was only inside her mouth. After nearly five minutes of pure passionate kissing, Søren finally pulled back.
"Eleanor, you really should stop dawdling." His steel-gray eyes glinted wickedly.
Nora glared at him. "You bas—" Nora began, and Søren glared at her. This "no swearing on Sundays" thing was going to kill her. But she would do it come heck or high water. "Bastion of evil intentions. You just stole five minutes by kissing me. God Almighty."
"Young lady, if you don't stop using the Lord's name in vain, I'm going to reintroduce caning into our relationship. Are you really complaining that I kissed you?"
"Yes. You're cheating. You want me to be late so you'll have an excuse to beat me."
"As if I need an excuse." Søren smiled at her, and she was torn between the twin impulses to either slap him or kiss him again.
"I'm gone. Goodbye. I love you, I hate you, I love you. I'll see you at eleven, and I'll try very hard to listen to your homily this morning instead of having flashbacks from last night. But no promises."
Nora headed for the door.
"Eleanor…forgetting something?"
Nora spun on her heel and came back to him. Reaching up she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Am I, sir?"
He bent to kiss her again.
"The bed."
Nora rolled her eyes. She pulled away from him and quickly made his bed, fluffing his pillows with near-hurricane force. "There, sir. Happy now?"
Søren pulled her to him and ran his fingers over her cheek. "You're here. Of course I am."
Nora sighed at his words and his touch. In the years she and Søren had spent together—those ten beautiful years in his collar before the incident, until she'd left him—they usually spent two or three nights a week together at the most. Then, after five years apart, she'd come back to him, and since returning, she spent nearly every free moment she could with him—at the rectory, at their friend Kingsley's Manhattan town house or at The 8th Circle, the infamous underground S&M club where Søren was practically worshipped. She hated being at home alone these days. The house seemed too big, too empty, too quiet.
Søren's hands left her face and reached around her neck. She heard a click, felt something give way, and Søren removed her white leather collar. As always, the moment her collar came off her neck, she felt something tighten around her heart. Søren opened the rosewood box that sat on his bedside table, took out his Roman collar and replaced it with Nora's collar.
"Jeg elsker dig. Du er mit hjerte."
I love you. You are my heart.
With a dramatic moan Nora collapsed against his chest. "Do you know how much it turns me on when you speak Danish?"
"Yes. Now go. You're running late, and I believe you recall what happened the last time you were late for Mass."
"I do. But I sort of enjoyed it, so that's not much of a threat."
"I could threaten you with a week of celibacy, but as I'm not going to be late, I see no reason to punish myself. Eleanor, you could always move closer. Have you considered that?"
She had considered that. For about five seconds before deciding she'd rather cut off her arm than sell her house.
"I love my house. I want to keep it."
"Is it the house or the memories you love and want to keep?"
Nora stared at the floor.
"Please don't make me move."
Søren had asked her over a year ago to move closer to him and the church. 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. Søren nodded and Nora pulled away from him.
"We're scening after church again, right?" Nora asked from the bedroom doorway. Sunday afternoons belonged to them. Søren's parishioners always left him alone on Sunday afternoons. They assumed he was busy praying. Not quite.
"Barring divine intervention."
"Divine intervention, Father Stearns?" Nora tossed her hair with arrogant playfulness. "God oughta know better by now."
Throwing a smile over her shoulder, Nora gave Søren one last long look. 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.
As usual, Michael woke up long before his alarm. 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. "We almost lost you once, Michael. 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.
"Go without me," she called out, as he knew she would. Still, he always had to ask. "Leave the car. I have to run errands this morning."
Leave the car…great. 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.
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62 of 63 people found the following review helpful.
Far more powerful and captivating of a piece of erotic literature than I've ever known (with the exception of THE SIREN)
By Karielle @ Books à la Mode
The Angel (The Original Sinners #2) by Tiffany Reisz
Release Date: September 25th, 2012
Publisher: MIRA (Harlequin)
Page Count: 410
Source: I received a complimentary ARC from Little Bird Publicity in exchange for an honest review, as part of the virtual book tour
What Stephanie Thinks: The first word that came to mind the moment I thought of how to start this review, was victim. Having read and worshipped the first book in this series, The Siren, I realized what it and The Angel have in common is that they both revolve around victims. Not victims in the most literal sense, but victims to, none other, but the Original Sinners. Which brings us to ask: who exactly are the Original Sinners? In Reisz's first book, the answer is unclear, but in this kinkier, more frustrating, and dare I say it... hotter sequel, the blurry lines are finally distinguished. Our Original Sinners are Nora, Søren, Griffin, Kingsley, Michael, and very possibly... the tenacious Wesley. But hush! ...you didn't hear it from me.
In The Siren, the victim was Zachary Easton, the one book editor who could really whip Nora into shape (her work, I mean!) and the one who unknowingly taught her a valuable lesson of love and trust. The Angel's victim happens to be rightfully intrusive reporter, Suzanne, who, like Zach, will change Nora Sutherlin's life forever, but concomitantly is just a passerby in the Sinners' lives, and will virtually never been seen or heard from again.
But before we get that hopeful, we've got hell and high water to trudge through first.
Suzanne's trying to peruse the one case that should be left alone: that is, Søren's position in the Catholic church. Oh, Søren. Terrifying, poised, perpetually sanctimonious, he's the small-town church's most respected priest, as well as the underground BDSM world's most revered Dom. He also happens to be Nora Sutherlin's lover. But again, shh...
A suspicious tipoff has Suzanne sprawling to get to the heart of the matter, but no one's going to make it easy for her, Søren included. As her investigation progresses, we learn of the overwhelming motives of why she's so desperate to persecute, as well as the more-frightening justifications of why the truth is so carefully hidden in the first place. But again, this is just the victim's story, the thematic narrative, the passing interference. The Sinners' story is much, much more complicated.
Under Søren's orders, Michael and Nora must hide out at trust-fund baby Griffin Fiske's luxurious palace of a home until Suzanne is convinced to leave. They can't be around while the reporter does her snooping; it's obvious she will expose Søren's lifestyle if she finds any incriminating evidence. Thus we embark on the intense, turbulent summer that begins in Griffin's mansion, composed of Michael's Sub training, as well as Griffin's road to adulthood... something he thought he'd never willingly face.
Nora and Griffin's sex-partners-and-best-friends relationship is explicit, entertaining, and very wicked; Michael, to say the least, is shocked, but more than intrigued. I love their dynamic, as well as Michael's initial reaction to and eventual credence for it. His character is probably the one that grows the most in The Angel, especially when he's officially appointed an Original Sinner. I was looking forward to lots of gore and submission regarding his Sub training, but there aren't many scenes. Most of them revolve around Michael coming to terms with his scars -- both physical and emotional -- and awakening in adolescent sexual discovery, but it's still all amazing. Even more phenomenal, is the effect Michael has on Griffin. With Michael, he's just... home. So proves Nora's theory that he's her Angel, that he's everyone's Angel. It's unquestionable; he's one of them.
The two stories -- Suzanne's frantic search and Michael's angelhood -- are intertwined perfectly, just so that there are always dire questions raised and is never a dull moment. Well-played, Tiffany Reisz, very well-played. Even when presented with resolutions, I remained scratching my head and pining for more. As expected, the wit, charm, and addictiveness of her literary voice command the tone of this novel. No complaints whatsoever; Reisz has struck gold again.
Nora's separation from Søren will, no doubt, be one of the most difficult periods in her life, but hey, if she survived five years away from him -- albeit tearing apart on the inside the entire time -- she can do a few months. It will force her to face the unvanquishable flame in the pit of her stomach for a certain sensation she's never known before called vanilla love. It will teach her a few things: the difference between true love and true respect, the irony of sacrilege versus sin, and the only way to cope with denial: to subvert it and confront those demons on her own. Certainly, this summer will change her life. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, but it depends on where her heart's been in the first place. Will facing her fears free her, or will they confuse her even more?
I said this for The Siren, and I'm going to say it again: if you are queasy at heart, if you are devotedly Christian/orthodox/vanilla/insipid, and if you like Happily Ever After's, do not pick up this book. Not only will the carnal content will destroy your sacrosanct mind, but it'll also leave scars and you in tears. We're talking casual sex, underage participants, abusive pasts, and even incest (yes, Reisz went there!) between these pages. So if that turns you off, back away. You've been warned.
I think returning readers of the first book in the series will get the most out of The Angel, not only because of the recurring characters and themes, but also because of its newfound revelations. This sequel slowly, painfully, and sadistically answers the questions and divulges the hushed secrets that arose in the first book. It's definitely more agonizing, but all the more gratifying. Consider it a 400-page striptease. Dear Lord.
With the exception, of course, of The Siren, The Angel is far more powerful and captivating of a piece of erotic literature than I have ever known. It's equally astonishing, devastating, and foul, but all in different arenas as The Siren: whereas the first novel was heartbreaking, groundbreaking, the second is more adventurous, scarier, darker, more provocative. In the end, Reisz leaves us hanging onto the story of the one person who can make Nora Sutherlin weak on her knees... without a collar and without a cane, but she doesn't let on much, aside from the fact that Nora is finally giving her heart a break. Wesley doesn't make much of an appearance in this book, but he's the title character in the next book, The Prince, out in November. I will forever root for him and wait upon the book with every fiber of my being.
Radical Rating: 10 hearts - I'm speechless; this book is an extraordinarily amazingly wonderfully fantastically marvelous masterpiece.
16 of 16 people found the following review helpful.
Who knew an asterisk could cause so much trouble?
By Letitia
Rating: A+ ... Heat: Sizzling
The Angel takes place thirteen months after the end of The Siren.
If I were going to sum up The Angel in two words, I would say it is a tale of secrets and revelations. It explores the characters we grew to love (or, for some, another emotion... perhaps fear or loathing) in The Siren more thoroughly. It delves deeper into them, into their histories and memories... And each one hits you like a physical blow--like a knife to the gut. So real and painful.
The secrets and revelations weaved throughout are brought to light by Suzanne Kanter, a war correspondent moonlighting as an investigative journalist. Led by blind hatred and a complete loss of faith, Suzanne has it out for the clergy. When she receives an anonymous fax with a short list of names for the recently vacated position of bishop, complete with an elusive asterisk next to Father Stearns name, she is positive something hinky is going on at Sacred Heart. And, like a dog with a bone, she will not let it go. The lengths that she goes to... the lines she was willing to cross... made it hard to like her. Violating peoples privacy like that did not sit well with me. And yet, if a child had been or still was being abused, I would applaud her efforts to expose it. Suzanne's personal vendetta exposes our favorite Original Sinners in ways I didn't see coming.
Who knew an asterisk could cause so much trouble?
The first such character to be splayed wide open is Nora. The Nora in The Angel isn't the submissive we met in Seven Day Loan or the Dominatrix of The Siren. The Nora in this book is an amalgam of the two, melding and weaving parts of herself from each into the woman that is simply Nora the Switch--feisty, impertinent, and unconventional. She is a lesson in contradictions. Nora manages to have facets to her personality that you wouldn't think are compatible, such as being subservient whilst also having a backbone of steel. I love and adore her, plain and simple. And with each page, with each look into her past (seriously, Suzanne, you have no boundaries), my girl crush on her grew and grew.
And then there is Soren. He is still every bit the intimidating presence as before. He is dark and scary and sexy as hell. And his dark needs are shown and explored in much, much greater detail in this book--as well as slowly revealing the man behind those desires. Discovering Soren, learning his history... the more you uncover, the deeper you go, the more you become consumed by him. The Angel is such an intimate peak into why he ticks the way he does. When Suzanne goes sniffing for skeletons, well, her senses are bloodhound sharp. Everything she uncovers about Soren--it all adds up to such a complicated and compelling man. Soren... He is one of a kind.
As the titles hints at, as `angel' is the safe word Nora gives him in The Siren, Michael has a big role in this novel. And he is... such a soft character. In this Original Sinners world, there aren't very many who can be called soft. Michael is quiet and gentle. Scared of so much. Hurt and confused. Because of his bisexuality, his masochistic desires, he has always felt alone... and lonely. I have never read a character who needs affection the way he does--and deserves it. You just want to scream, `Love him! Why don't you all just love him!' It really rips and stabs at your heart. And Soren sending him to the country with Nora, to shield him from Suzanne's investigation, was just what he needed. It led Michael to Griffin.
Griffin. This playboy socialite, who is always looking for a good time, really throws you for a loop. Such a transformation in the course of one book. He becomes so much more than a trust fund baby who will do anything to get laid. More important, he discovers for himself that he is more than that. While he helps Michael find his voice, Griffin ends up finding his spine. And the fact that they find them, find themselves, as they're finding each other... Beautiful and powerful.
In the way that Soren rarely appeared in The Siren, except in Nora's thoughts, this time it is Wesley we see mostly in Nora's mind. I love the way that Miz Reisz toys with us, the readers, by presenting different views and different perspectives, by changing how and when a character is shown. In the case of Wesley, it made it crystal clear for me that though he played such an important role in The Siren, and in Nora's life, we the readers don't really know him. Not yet, anyway. The distance made me realize he is as much a mystery as Soren was. One I deeply, desperately want to unravel.
It feels like Miz Reisz writes these characters, constructs them, with the express purpose of gnawing at my heart and soul. They are all flawed and damaged in a way that is believable and relatable--none of them are perfect and pristine. Each character has layers and shades and textures... which adds up to simply human. Over the course of the book, the more Suzanne digs, the more she uncovers, it almost feels like you get to know them as well as you know yourself. Which is to say... intimately, completely, and yet somehow not at all.
There are so many adjectives that I could use to describe The Angel--beautiful, harrowing, consuming. Fantastic, wonderful, marvelous. All of them are true and yet none of them are quite what I wish to convey. Those words are too... conventional. And The Angel is by no means conventional. Rules? Miz Reisz breaks them. Lines? They're just a starting point meant to be crossed.
Spanking, an underused synonym for good, is now my go-to word for anything Tiffany Reisz writes. No other word will do. The Angel by Tiffany Reisz is spanking! Hardcore spanking. And if you don't read this book... well, you might just be in for a hardcore spanking of another kind.
Favorite Quote:
"You are my heart," he said. He'd said those very words to her that morning. But that morning, they'd sounded affectionate and playful. Now he said them as if he were stating a fact of anatomy. "I will not lose you. I'm sending you away to keep you safe. Do you understand? Say `Yes, sir.'"
Nora nodded and swallowed a sudden lump in her throat.
"Yes, sir."
Soren bent his head and kissed her long and slow before pulling back.
-- A Romantic Book Affairs Review
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Reisz does it again!
By Jamie@Addicted2Heroines
Tiffany Reisz blew me away again with this tale of love lost, freedom found and past redemption all tied up with a nice, red BDSM bow. After finishing The Siren, I must say that although intrigued with the direction this series was taking, I was not a big fan of the enigmatic Søren. I wanted to know more about him, yet I wasn't convinced he was a leading man that I could swoon over and root for. Rest assured, that has all been cleared up for me after reading The Angel. Søren is much more than I thought he would be. He lives by his own moral code, even if it is not a mainstream interpretation of morals. He loves deeply, to the point where he is willing to damage his already tortured self, and he has become the character that I most look forward to reading more about.
Nora and Søren are back together in this book after the tumultuous ending of The Siren. Although Nora is obviously in love with Søren, she is harboring a flame for the one that got away - namely, her Wesley. It becomes obvious to me in this book that Søren isn't the man I thought he was. He truly loves Nora, even more than he loves himself. Nora loves her relationship with Søren in almost all ways except for one little, tiny area - Nora has a taste for her freedom. Don't get me wrong - she loves the games they play. From the pain and the humiliation to the rather hard-to-read cutting scene, she revels in happiness when Søren touches her.
The Angel takes the reader on a journey of self discovery. As much as Søren and Nora love one another, she must leave him in order to not implicate him in an investigative journalist's interest into Søren's life and priesthood. The feelings Nora has for Søren are complex and layered. We learn more about Søren's life before Nora, and we learn more about Nora and Søren's early days together. We find out more about Nora's troubled teen years and begin to understand the depth of the feelings she has for the one constant in her life - Søren.
Nora takes the very troubled Michael, nicknamed "Angel", to a fellow BDSM friend's house in New England. Nora is charged with developing Michael into the submissive that he truly is. Michael begins this journey as the timid, scared and lonely teenager we met in The Siren. He discovers things about himself that he didn't know existed, and finds that his love burns brightest for an older and more experienced partner. While Nora is molding Michael, she begins to think about her own freedom. We learn why Nora and Søren broke up in the first place, and we learn about a huge secret in Nora's past that had me reeling. I felt stricken when we learn the only command from Søren that Nora refused to follow.
By the end of this book, the reader knows much more about Nora and Søren and their respective pasts. Wesley is present in this book in a minor role, yet this is where the wonderfully wicked Ms. Reisz sets up her next book, The Prince, which will feature much more Wesley. How I feel about this is mixed. Søren makes a self-sacrificing decision at the end of this book that had my stomach doing flip-flops. He gained much admiration from me, yet made me so very sad all at the same time.
Take it from Tiffany Reisz to make me love a character I didn't want to love, and throw a wrench into my happy world filled with Søren!
I am very much looking forward to the release of The Prince. We've been promised all sorts of Kinglsey goodies and much more of Wesley and Nora. Although this series if not for the faint of heart - there are many uncomfortable sexual and religious situations - I would recommend this book to any adult that wants to read a well-written book with an intricate plot and fleshed out, complex characters. If you can get past the BDSM and religious connotations, this book is guaranteed to rock your socks off!
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