Author: Penelope Ward
Publisher by: Independent
Published on: September 19, 2015
Page Count: 291
From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new forbidden STANDALONE romance.
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+.
Sins of Sevin is not your typical romance – so if you’re looking for a lovey-dovey everything will work out in the end kind of book, this ain’t it. Author Penelope Ward has a way of writing books that push the ideal views of a happily ever after and show us that life is not perfect, even in our fantasy book worlds.
I had some trouble in the beginning of the book, most likely due to that fact that I have come to realize many authors have a fucked up view of religion. Sevin comes from an ultra conservative family. At the age of 20 his father dies and he left home with his Duggar-like stepmother. He’s later propositioned with a possible way out – but this would mean an arranged marriage to Elle while being groomed to take over her father’s company. My doubts started to set in at this point thinking there had to be other options out there as he was just looking for a way out of the house. As Sevin begins “courting” Elle, and yes I did say courting, I kept wondering if the time period was wrong, like were we back on little house on the prairie?! Are there people actually out there that require their 20 year old daughter to be chaperoned on outings with her fiance? And what struck me as odd was these same parents allowed their other daughter, only 21 year old, to ride her bike into town to work on cars/hang out with two lesbians. Seems liked these bible-thumpers would see a bit of a problem with that. Anyway…
Sevin and Evangeline’s immediate connection is undeniable as they learn of numerous similarities in their personalities – main their constant need to wear a mask and play the parts given to them. Upon learning that Evangeline is Elle’s older sister, both know it’s wrong to have these feelings, but try as they might, neither is able to walk away. The more they try, the more they are drawn to one another. As their love grows you cannot help but wonder, how is this going to work out? Someone is going to end up brokenhearted.
Overall, I enjoyed the book, but struggled in the beginning due to the uber conservative religious views that I just I just couldn’t wrap my head around. Once I was able to move past that, I enjoyed Sevin’s character and seeing how he evolved. I wasn’t as fond of Evangeline as I found her wants & actions to be quite contradictory, but I think that was intentional.
And let me just say, the cover model for this book, although good looking, did not do justice to the visual I built up in my mind of Sevin. Just putting that out there.
He quietly followed me into the dining room, carrying the flatware. The tension in the air was thick as he walked behind me around the oval table, setting down silverware after each plate I’d put down. It was like some weird game of musical chairs where awkward silence replaced the music. The hairs on my back stiffened. We weren’t saying anything, but it was as if I could feel the weight of a thousand words along with the heat of his body so close behind me.
When I noticed he’d just put a fork where the spoon was supposed to go, I switched it. “The forks go on this side, actually.” My hand was shaking. I couldn’t believe how little control I had over myself.
Noticing my nerves, he suddenly placed his hand over mine and whispered, “Stop.”
Chills ran through me. My heart started to beat faster. My nipples hardened. I hated my body for responding to him with equal amounts of fear and lust.
I turned to him, his hand still over my knuckles. It felt like I couldn’t breathe as he just looked at me.
My mother’s footsteps caused Sevin to move his hand off mine with lightning speed.
Mama entered, and we continued setting the table as if our stolen moment hadn’t happened.
Copyright © 2015 by Penelope Ward