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Saint View Strip, #2

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“Bless me Father for I have sinned….and I don’t think I care.”

Each Sunday morning, I stand in robes at an altar and preach about being good and moral.

But when night falls, I take justice into my own hands, stealing from the rich to give to the poor. Ending the lives of men who never deserved to step foot inside my church.

Until I meet her.

Lyric. A single mom and stripper from the wrong side of the tracks.

She’s everything I swore not to touch.

She’s everything the predator inside me craves.

The things we do together are sinful, but neither of us can stop. Each encounter stoking the fire inside me, just begging to get out and expose my secrets to the world.

Maybe I want to burn it all for her.

Unholy Sins is a standalone forbidden romance. This book contains a happily ever after and no cliff-hanger for the main couple. Please note this is dark romance with scenes that may be triggering for some readers.

Here's a taste of what's inside!

“You aren’t looking after yourself. You never do.”

I shrugged. “I do what I have to do to survive.”

He paused for a moment. “I googled CNC.”

I was sure my eyebrows shot right off my face. Not only that he’d googled it, but that he would bring it up here, of all places. But perhaps this really was the place to confess what was on your mind. And frankly, talking about sex was a whole lot easier than talking about any of my actual problems. “And?”

His voice dipped an octave until it was so deliciously deep I felt it inside me. “It said there can be a contract. To keep both parties safe.”

I cocked my head to one side. “Okay. That seems fair. What do you want on your contract?”

I expected him to defer to me, but he surprised me by having an answer ready. “That you look after yourself.”

I frowned. “Explain what you mean by that. Because if you’re being one of those alpha assholes on Tik Tok who like to carry on like they can’t get it up for a woman who works out less than five hours a day, we’re going to have a problem.”

His eyebrows furrowed in. “What? No. That’s not what I meant. I meant you run yourself ragged, and take care of everyone but yourself. You’re all sass and attitude to everyone but it hides the fact you’ve always had to fend for yourself.”

Despite the fact there was a partition between us, I’d never felt more seen. “I’m not sure that’s exactly what they meant by a contract. I think it’s supposed to be more like, hard lines set out in writing.”

“What’s your hard line, Lyric?”

A tingle of anticipation lit up inside me. “I don’t have one.”

He shook his head. “You do. Everyone does. You need to tell me yours.”

I said nothing.

“Public sex.”

“Good with it. Actually, really good.”


“Been there, done that. Use lube, please.”

“Jesus fuck,” he muttered, “I can’t believe you just said lube in a confessional.”

I cracked up laughing which actually felt really good after the morning I’d had. “Lube offends you? You’re the one who said anal.”

“I’m really glad these boxes are mostly soundproof.”

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