Skin Of A Sinner Book Novels & Stories

Dear readers, In Sin of Silence there is a character who is non-verbal and uses sign language to communicate. Over the course of a year, I researched methods of non-verbal communication, specifically sign languages. As sign language doesn't mirror spoken language, my intent was to be as authentic as possible. However, I quickly discovered that translating sign language onto the page is very difficult, especially for someone without a background in signing. The word order can be confusing, and the grammar is different from spoken language. I made the decision to go with flow over a straight translation, which is why the signed conversations in this book resemble spoken conversations. The sign

I fought the tears that threatened to spill over, putting my hands on my chest like they could shield me from this desecration. Beneath my torn pride something darker began to coil inside of me. Hatred. Not only for Salvatore, but for the helplessness I now wore as a second skin. “Not my wife?” he held my jaw in a tight grip, shaking me. “You’ll be whatever the hell I tell you to be. If I say you’re a dog then you’ll get on your fucking knees and bark! Do you hear me?” I didn’t answer, and in the silence that I let stretch between us I suddenly understood. I was not standing before a man—but a predator who moved with the knowledge that there was no need for him to chase. He already knew tha

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

How many times he’d denied me only to force me over the edge again until I was sobbing and begging like a broken toy. I was broken. And I had never felt more alive. Silas stood at the foot of the bed, watching me with those black eyes that had haunted my dreams and nightmares for days. He was naked, his powerful body glistening with sweat, his thick cock still hard and glistening with our mixed fluids. Tattoos covered his chest and arms like dark scripture, shifting with every breath. He looked like a god of ruin quiet, terrifying, and completely in control. “Come here, Liora,” he said softly.

I want her lying awake, listening for sounds that never come. "She notices she's being followed, but she acts as if she isn't" I murmur to Xander, amusement curling in my chest. I could end this quickly. Break down her door, Demand payment, Leave her shaking and crying and not in the best kind of way either. and leave London completely. Get back to my life in New York and still kill Jerry motherfucking Harrison. She's just a woman in a big city. A bookstore attendant. Has a quiet life. Is Shy. Meek. Bland. Spoilt.

The last light of the day caught the gold through the window, turning it to fire, to blood, to the color of a scream made solid. I touched the scar on my abdomen. I touched the cold stone of the font. I was full, now. Full of gold, full of silence, full of the extinction I had curated. And he was outside, in the dark, with the ashes of his son and the ghost of mine, clutching a crumpled paper that granted him nothing—not a kingdom, not an heir, not even the right to look upon the monuments to his own erasure. I smiled, and this time, the smile reached the gold in the font, and the gold smiled back.

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

It's something else entirely. Finally, he leans back, opening his own book. “You are trying to be honest with me, but you are holding back. I can feel it.” “I don’t know what you mean,” I murmur. “You think I’m dangerous,” he says, his voice soft. “You think I might hurt you, but you are still sitting with me. There is fear, but there is also curiosity. Admit it.” I can’t. But I feel the pull, the shock of realizing I have been judging him without a chance to see the truth. And then my curiosity pushes further. The words slip before I can stop them.