Rules that I vow to live by as I pull on my chasuble and adjust my stole. Rules that I remember as I knot my cincture. A priest cannot harm the sacred trust his parish has put in him. There are many rules a priest can’t break.Ī priest cannot marry. There is sex, more sex, and definitely some blasphemy. That being said, this novel is about a Catholic priest falling in love. This novel is entirely fictional and entirely for entertainment, (and yes, it contains some of my personal views around the intersection of sex and spirituality,) but it’s not intended to offend or provoke. Margaret’s and Father Bell are purely inventions of my imagination. While the town of Weston is real (and delightful,) St.
I spent the majority of my life in the Catholic faith, and while I’m no longer Catholic, I still have the utmost affection and respect for the Catholic Church. Let’s never change.Īnd to Laurelin, for all those late night theology sessions and the Sunday morning sermon trading. To the Dirty Laundry girls and the Literary Gossip posse-I can’t tell which one of us is the bad influence on the other. All characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and not to be construed as real. References to real people, places, organizations, events, and products are intended to provide a sense of authenticity and are used fictitiously.
You do not have to read Priest or Sinner to read Saint.No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews.
This is the third full-length standalone in the Priest Collection, featuring Father Bell's brother, Aiden Bell. He's here and he's coming with me on my European monastery road trip, and between the whispered confessions and the stolen kisses and the moments bent over an ancient altar, my vows are feeling flimsier by the day.Īnd vows or not, I know in my heart that it would take more than a good and holy monk to resist Elijah Iverson right now. But I'm determined to do this monk thing right-to pledge myself to a cloistered life and spend the rest of my years in chastity and prayer.
well, we don't exactly have the greatest track record with vows. I can't have Elijah because I've chosen God instead. I can't have him because I broke his heart five years ago because he's now engaged to someone else-someone kind and dependable who deserves his whiskey eyes, his soft mouth, his fierce intellect. I can't have him because he's my older brother's best friend.
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