From New York Times bestselling
author Penelope Ward, comes a new forbidden STANDALONE romance releasing
September 21st!
PRE-ORDER SINS OF SEVIN NOW!
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+.
EXCERPT
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.
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.
Other books
from Penelope Ward
Cocky Bastard
Stepbrother
Dearest
Gemini
Jake Undone
(Jake #1)
My Skylar
Jake
Understood (Jake #2)
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