The Original Sinners–a Review (The Siren, The Angel, The Prince)

I haven’t done much in the way of reviewing here on the ol’ blog. Mostly a bunch of bitching, whining, and sometimes talking about what I’m working on, but today is your lucky day. Today is the day that I review The Original Sinners series by Tiffany Reisz.

I finished reading the third in the series today, and I’m having a hard time letting go of the world she’s created, so this review is my way of keeping one toe in while I’m waiting for the fourth book, which Tiffany is hard at work on right this very second.

So here we go.

Holy crap.

I mean, for real, you guys. HOLY. CRAP.

I just finished reading an ARC for the third book in Tiffany Reisz’s Original Sinners series, The Prince. 

She’s done it again.

She’s got me bound and gagged and twisted and tormented.

But I haven’t used my safe word yet.

I’m not here to give away spoilers. I’m not even here to tell you too terribly much about what goes on in this world that Tiffany has created. I AM here to tell you that you need to run and get these books and read the hell out of them.

Just make sure you have plenty of chocolate and tissues. And time. You’re going to want to read each book all at once, with only breaks for the bathroom. I kid you not. Once you immerse yourself in this world, it’s going to be very hard to pull yourself out and go about your real life. You’ll be thinking about Nora and the gang and what’s going to happen next. That’s fine if you’re doing laundry or the dishes, but not if you’re in some sort of important business meeting or you’re waiting on customers, or if your children want to be fed.

These characters, Nora, Kingsley, Søren, Griffin, Michael, Wes, all of these people are going to become very real for you. Tiffany Reisz does not mess around. This is serious business. I seriously have never seen a world painted with words so well. You are drawn in, seduced, kicking and screaming…well, I was drawn in and kicking and screaming when I read Seven Day Loan, which first introduced some of these characters to me.

I wasn’t used to reading anything like what Seven Day Loan presented. These stories are set in the world of BDSM, which I didn’t really know about or understand before SDL. I was into the more, shall we say, vanilla, stories. But once I met Nora, or Eleanor, actually, I wanted to find out more about her. My squeamishness gave way to curiosity. I’m not saying I’m desensitized in regards to BDSM now, but I’m slowly getting used to it and understanding why the people involved are who they are. Unlike…some other novels set in the BDSM world, I’m drawn in by these people and not the setting, necessarily. Although the settings in this world are kind of incredible. I find myself questioning a lot of things I thought I knew.

There is A LOT of thinking happening here.

We meet these folks in The Siren. Nora Sutherlin is a notorious erotica writer who also happens to be a member of the Catholic church. And the Queen of the Underground BDSM scene. She began as a sub but grew into herself as the best Domme in the scene. She was taught to be both by the best.

I hesitate to write much more than I have about any one of these characters because the fun really starts when you learn about them firsthand. But that’s BASICALLY what you need to know about her. And that she’s intelligent, strong, smart, smart-mouthed, and wise. Which can get her into trouble sometimes.

In The Siren Nora is working on a new novel and gets a new editor Zach, who wants nothing to do with the “trash” (my word) that she writes.

In The Angel, she is sent (balking, kicking and screaming) off to play in the country with her friends Griffin and Michael while a situation back home gets taken care of.

The Prince sees Nora in another country setting, but it’s like quite like the one we see in The Angel. There are all sorts of scandals and shenanigans happening throughout to keep the reader hopping. “Will she? Won’t she? Will he? Oh my God, are you serious?” were the types of things popping into my head and out of my mouth as I read these books.

I was granted an ARC of The Prince today. It took me six hours and minimal bathroom breaks, but I finished it in one sitting. I’ve been waiting, stalking, skulking around for this one to pop up. I’m pretty sure the last time I did that was for the Sweet Valley High series back in the day, and I love books. I just haven’t loved many books like this in a very long time.

I hate to be vague and evasive, but really, the fun is in the discovery. You have to make your own decision about the story and the characters and the world they live in. I’ve read way too many reviews about books that have colored the way I thought and read the book. So it’s up to you. I’m just here to provide you links to where all the goodness is kept.

Fair warning, though. These books are NOTfor the faint of heart. There is a good deal of sex, sure, and it can titillate, and maybe even frighten you. But there is a lot more to BDSM than mere sex. There’s also a lot more to these books than just mere sex and bondage, and that can seduce you, draw you in, and even test you.

Just have your safe word ready.

The Siren, The Angel, and Seven Day Loan are all available now on Amazon as ebooks and actual factual paperbacks. Just click the images of the book covers and they’ll get you there. The Prince is available for pre-order and will be ready for you on November 20. You can also go to http://www.tiffanyreisz.com for some extra bedtime reading. But make sure you read The Siren first!

PUBLISHING DATES,, LINKS TO WEBSITE FOR FREE READS BUT MAKE SURE TO READ THE SIREN FIRST.

November is NEXT WEEK.

 

I’m getting ready for NaNo…I’ve already got several projects in various stages. I don’t need to start a new one. I need to finish the ones I’ve already got going. I have a complete draft ready for editing, so I will be working on that one. I’ve got most of that draft printed out, along with some pages of some other projects. Did a little bit of transcribing for one story…I was on a roll, so I thought I would keep going just a little longer with Chapter Two of that mess from high school. It’s getting more and more embarrassing as I go. Especially since it appears I still have some of the same habits….

 

So here’s Chapter Two of

Working It Out

 

 

“So that’s it? No warning? Nothing?” Danielle asked, taking a sip of herbal tea.

“That’s it. I can’t believe this! I can’t work with that guy—not without killing him.” Althea said.

“Well, why don’t you tell Gabe what happened?” Danielle suggested.

“Tell him what?” Althea said. “Tell him his newest protégée called me a ‘slut’ after I propositioned him? I think not.”

 

At that very moment, a similar conversation was taking place in Gabe’s office, between Taylor and Gabe.

They were still there, going over details, eating Chinese takeout.

“Hey, Taylor,” Gabe said, chewing on an eggroll. “I noticed today you turned frosty when you met Althea. And I also noticed she didn’t exactly radiate warmth when she saw you either. What’s the story?”

“No story,” Taylor said, not meeting Gabe’s eyes. “I just don’t like her.”

“Don’t like her?” Gabe hooted. “Why not? She’s the sweetest girl around. Except for Danielle, her best friend, though.”

Taylor frowned. “Oh, yeah. They’re young looking.”

“Yep,” Gabe grinned. “She is young. She’s a fresh new twenty two. Kinda pretty, huh?” Gabe asked, judging Taylor’s reaction.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Taylor replied disinterestedly.

“Uh huh. So anyway, what’s the problem with Althea?” Gabe said easily.

“Well, uh,” Taylor shifted uncomfortably. “Well,” he cleared his throat.  “She, uh, sort of , uh, made a few…um…shall we say, suggestive comments towards me that I didn’t exactly like, and I uh, sort of called her a…uh..a…” Taylor stammered.

“A what?” Gabe demanded, bracing himself.

“A slut,” Taylor grumbled softly.

Gabe dropped his eggroll and shot out of his chair. “You called her a what?” he asked, astonished.

Taylor checked to see if Gabe was mad. He wasn’t. He was shaking with silent laughter. He plopped back down in his chair, chuckling.

Gabe finally stopped laughing and groaned. “Big mistake man. Big, huge, gigantic mistake. Congratulations, Mr. Taylor Warren, you now have an enemy for life. Althea may be the nicest person in the world, but whoa! Hell hath no fury like Althea Johnson scorned,” Gabe intoned. “I’d check to see if my car’s been messed with if I were you.”

“She wouldn’t actually do anything, would she?” Taylor asked worriedly.

Gabe raised his eyebrows. “Wouldn’t she?”

Taylor groaned loudly. “What was I supposed to do? Nothing?”

“Exactly! Nada. Zip. Nothing. Especially where Althea’s concerned. See, the thing is, Althea and Dani have this game. They play it every day during lunch. They try to act like tough construction worker types—the guys love ‘em and the wacky off-the-wall stuff they make up. Listen, Taylor,” Gabe said, leaning forward. “You’ve gotta loosen up.”

“I’ll try.” Taylor sighed in misery.

“I’ll help.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two

“So that’s it? No warning? Nothing?” Danielle asked, taking a sip of herbal tea.

“That’s it. I can’t believe this! I can’t work with that guy—not without killing him.” Althea said.

“Well, why don’t you tell Gabe what happened?” Danielle suggested.

“Tell him what?” Althea said. “Tell him his newest protégée called me a ‘slut’ after I propositioned him? I think not.”

 

At that very moment, a similar conversation was taking place in Gabe’s office, between Taylor and Gabe.

They were still there, going over details, eating Chinese takeout.

“Hey, Taylor,” Gabe said, chewing on an eggroll. “I noticed today you turned frosty when you met Althea. And I also noticed she didn’t exactly radiate warmth when she saw you either. What’s the story?”

“No story,” Taylor said, not meeting Gabe’s eyes. “I just don’t like her.”

“Don’t like her?” Gabe hooted. “Why not? She’s the sweetest girl around. Except for Danielle, her best friend, though.”

Taylor frowned. “Oh, yeah. They’re young looking.”

“Yep,” Gabe grinned. “She is young. She’s a fresh new twenty two. Kinda pretty, huh?” Gabe asked, judging Taylor’s reaction.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Taylor replied disinterestedly.

“Uh huh. So anyway, what’s the problem with Althea?” Gabe said easily.

“Well, uh,” Taylor shifted uncomfortably. “Well,” he cleared his throat.  “She, uh, sort of , uh, made a few…um…shall we say, suggestive comments towards me that I didn’t exactly like, and I uh, sort of called her a…uh..a…” Taylor stammered.

“A what?” Gabe demanded, bracing himself.

“A slut,” Taylor grumbled softly.

Gabe dropped his eggroll and shot out of his chair. “You called her a what?” he asked, astonished.

Taylor checked to see if Gabe was mad. He wasn’t. He was shaking with silent laughter. He plopped back down in his chair, chuckling.

Gabe finally stopped laughing and groaned. “Big mistake man. Big, huge, gigantic mistake. Congratulations, Mr. Taylor Warren, you now have an enemy for life. Althea may be the nicest person in the world, but whoa! Hell hath no fury like Althea Johnson scorned,” Gabe intoned. “I’d check to see if my car’s been messed with if I were you.”

“She wouldn’t actually do anything, would she?” Taylor asked worriedly.

Gabe raised his eyebrows. “Wouldn’t she?”

Taylor groaned loudly. “What was I supposed to do? Nothing?”

“Exactly! Nada. Zip. Nothing. Especially where Althea’s concerned. See, the thing is, Althea and Dani have this game. They play it every day during lunch. They try to act like tough construction worker types—the guys love ‘em and the wacky off-the-wall stuff they make up. Listen, Taylor,” Gabe said, leaning forward. “You’ve gotta loosen up.”

“I’ll try.” Taylor sighed in misery.

“I’ll help.”

Now For Something Not So Completely Different

Instead of boring you with stories of my lack of motivation and self-sabotage I’ve been experiencing since the summer Olympics, how’s about I post something I wrote about twenty years ago?

And no, it’s not bad poetry filled with my teen angst.

You should be so lucky.

No, what I’m going to post here now is Chapter One of my FIRST ever romance novel that I started writing sophomore year of high school in Geometry class. My best friend back then got me started reading Jude Deveraux novels–her mom was a librarian so she got tons of books–and then we decided to write our own, with characters of the same names.

I don’t know how hers turned out…mine didn’t get too terribly far, only about 150 handwritten pages, but I totally thought it was awesome.

As I transcribed the first chapter into a doc tonight, I realized it wasn’t all that awesome, fact-filled, and was in fact, a little sexist.

But as I’m in the prep stage for NaNoWriMo (and I have FINALLY finished another draft of Physical Therapy and sent it out to new eyes), I’m kind of in between projects. And I haven’t blogged properly in a while, I thought I’d better do SOMETHING.

Well, this something is this, a [mostly] unedited first draft of my very first [unfinished] novel. I barely touched the grammar, but there WERE a few things I HAD to fix, like a tiny bit of repetition. But here it is, in it’s unedited, sexist glory. With a male lead who’s really not someone anyone would like, as the first word out of his mouth is…well, read on and you’ll see.

Here’s Chapter One of Working It Out by high school Me:

 

Working It Out

Chapter One

 

“Ok, I’ve got one,” Althea Johnson said to her companion. She cleared her throat. “Hey, baby! I bet you’d melt like butter in my mouth!” The male to which she had directed her comment gave her a questioning looking and joined—his boyfriend. The two young fellows set off arm in arm.

Turning around and making a face at her best friend Danielle Thompson. Their eyes met and they both doubled over with laughter.

“Only in Chicago,” Danielle said, gasping for breath.

“Naw,” Althea answered. “It could happen anywhere.” Then, after a second, she added, “But why did it happen to me?”

That did it. The two young women burst out into gales of laughter.

A few seconds later, after they had calmed down, Danielle said, spotting a new “victim” down the street aways. “Ok, here’s another one.” Just as the guy passed, she said, “Come on, baby! Light my fire!” Then she let out a shrill wolf whistle. The guy turned and gave her a disarming smile. She smiled back.

“Oh! That was a cute one!” Danielle said, taking a bite of her sandwich. Althea agreed.

“Hey,” she said, nudging Danielle. “We’ve got a live one. Cute, too.”

“May I?” Danielle asked.

“Go right ahead. Be my guest.”

Danielle took a swallow of iced tea and stood up. Affecting a southern accent and a flirtatious pose, “I’m ready. Bring him on.”

A few seconds later, a very nice-looking guy walked by. “Oooh,” Danielle drawled. “You’ve got me hotter than Georgia asphalt.”

The guy smiled sexily and said flirtatiously, “Then I must be the sun warming your gorgeous body.” Then he turned and walked off.

Danielle fanned herself.

“Good show!” Althea applauded. “Very good. Very sexy.”

“I was, wasn’t I? He was. Mmm,” Danielle said with satisfaction apparent in her voice. “Oh, hey! Here comes another one. In a suit.

“This one’s mine.” Althea jumped up and sexily walked a few steps to where she was right in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Hi,” she said breathily. Then she lost her breath. This guy was even more good-looking up close. “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“If you’ll excuse me,” the young man said, pushing past Althea. “Slut,” he muttered, walking off.

Shocked, Danielle and Althea were rooted to their spots. They were so shell-shocked that they didn’t notice the man walk into the office-trailer they shared with their boss Anthony “Gabe” Williams at the construction site.

Only a few years older than Althea and Danielle, Gabe was extraordinarily handsome and a very successful architect. He started designing homes and buildings in college and now, three years out of architectural school, at age twenty-seven, Gabe owned his own construction company and design firm: “Gabe and Company’s Architectural Design.”

During the time that Danielle and Althea had worked at the firm, he had asked both girls out on many occasions, but neither thought it would be a good idea to be dating the boss. He took the rejection in stride, just like the goodnatured guy he was. Everybody’s friend.

–Later—

“Ok, it’s time to go back to work!” Gabe Williams shouted at his workers. He heard the goodnatured calls of “Aw, come on, boss! How ‘bout a longer lunch?” as he stepped back into the plush office-trailer he shared with two of his assistants. He walked to his desk and went back to work.

As soon as he sat down someone knocked at the door.

“Come in,” Gabe called.

The door opened and in walked a young man in a three-piece suit and a briefcase. Gabe himself was wearing a white button-up shirt and jeans.

“Mr. Williams?” the young man said.

“Yes?”

“I’m Taylor Warren. I have an appointment with you about that architectural assistant job,” he explained.

Gabe stood up and extended a hand. “Pleased to meet you. And call me Gabe. Have a seat.”

Taylor Warren sat down in the seat on one side of Gabe’s desk.

“What was it exactly you wanted to see me about?” Gabe asked.

“Well, Mr. Williams,” Taylor began, “I was checking out your company and all of its business references and found that your company would be an ideal place for me to work.”

“Oh, really?” Gabe said and thought This guy’s got guts—but he’s definitely weird. “And what made you think that, Mr. Warren?”

“Your reputation is outstanding. In the last year, your company has designed and built two hotels one department store, and six homes. Very surprising and rare, considering most other construction companies mainly just slack off. But not your company. You get the job done. Quickly and efficiently. That’s why I want to be a part of your company,” Taylor finished, his face flushed, settling back in his chair.

“Well, thank you for saying all of that, but I’m afraid I can’t hire you,” Gabe said regretfully.

“But why not?” Taylor was confused. “I’m fully qualified! Check my references!”

“No, no. That’s not it. I have no doubt in my mind that you are qualified. It’s just that I already have an assistant.”

“Can’t you at least give me a chance?”

“Mr. Warren—uh, Taylor, I’d like to, but—“

“But what?” Taylor demanded. “Can’t you hire me on a trial basis? What can it hurt?”

“Well,” Gabe said thoughtfully. “I like you Taylor. You seem to be a no nonsense kind of guy. That’s why I’m giving you the job of being my assistant’s assistant.”

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Williams!” Taylor said ecstatically. “Thank you! I’ll be a great asset to him!”

“Her.”

“Excuse me?” Taylor was startled.

“You’re an assistant to a she. Althea Johnson is her name.” Gabe grinned. “And here she is.”

“She?” Taylor repeated blankly, jumping up out of his chair while Gabe opened the door and leaned out.

“Althea! Come here! I have someone I want you to meet!”

Althea looked up. “Ok Gabe! One second!” She ended her discussion and hurried (how fast can you really hurry in heels?) into the office-trailer.

“Hey, Gabe,” Althea greeted him breathlessly, stepping into the office. “What’s up? Who did you want–?”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence. Her green eyes widened and clashed with Taylor Warren’s blue ones. She promptly turned red and lowered her gaze. Taylor’s features hardened.

“Taylor, meet my assistant, Althea Johnson. Althea, meet Taylor Warren—your new assistant.”

 

 

Yeah. Ok. “Gabe and Company’s Architectural Design.” I know nothing now, knew less back then about design and construction. The only design and construction knowledge I possess is about designing sets for the theatre. And barely even that. (But the theatre is my wheelhouse, which is why my first FINISHED novel is set in the theatre.)

I’m totally going to keep the torture going with Chapter Two, so stay tuned.