Title: Sinner’s Creed
Author: Kim Jones
Series: Sinner’s Creed #1
Release Date: March 1, 2016
Dirk lives in the shadows—performing hits, maintaining order, and upholding the no-holds-barred legacy of the Sinner’s Creed Motorcycle Club. A nomad with a restless spirit and a cold heart, the open road is his world. One of the few constants in his life: his desire for the one woman who has consumed his thoughts for years.
Saylor Samson grew up far from the harshness of Dirk’s world. But ever since she was seventeen she’s been drawn to this dark and mysterious man who always seemed to show up just when she needed him.
After years of fated encounters, he’s back. This time he’s taking her. This time she’s ready for the ride. But just when the darkness in Dirk’s life begins to fade, Saylor reveals a secret that puts them both to the ultimate test. Now, Dirk has to make a decision: submit to his destiny with the MC, or choose his own.
Kim Jones has written something incredibly powerful with Sinner’s Creed. This book was totally unexpected and utterly captivating, holding my heart hostage until the very last word. Dirk and Saylor elicited so many emotions from me as I experienced their story. I laughed, swooned, cursed, and resisted the urge to throw things. Tears were shed and I fell in love with this inimitable couple over and over again. Kim Jones’ writing is fantastic, effortlessly conveying the intensity of this story and breathing life into her undoubtedly memorable characters and the vibrant world they live in. Sinner’s Creed is unconventional in the very best way. If you’re looking for a stereotypical romance, this is not it. Sinner’s Creed will take you on an adventure you’re not likely to forget any time soon. Talk about a book hangover! I’m still coming to terms with the emotional impact of this novel and reeling from the beautiful, tragic love trapped inside its pages.
“Shit like this didn’t happen. Nobody could be as perfect as she seemed to be and still want something to do with an imperfection like myself.”
These characters! I don’t even know where to begin. Kim Jones has blown me away with the depth and overall development of Dirk and Saylor. I was not prepared for the strong emotional attachment I would develop to both of these characters, and I was even less prepared for the heartache of experiencing their story. Saylor is beauty, grace, hope, love, and even life itself. She’s absolutely one-of-a-kind and utterly unforgettable. Kim Jones has written something truly divine with this character whose positivity is infectious. I can’t say much more without spoiling the direction of this story but believe me when I say that Saylor is impossible not to love. Saylor’s stunning personal journey has reached into the darkest recesses of my heart and left its blinding light behind. Her beautiful spirit pours off the pages of this novel, carrying with it a love of life that is mesmerizing and all consuming. Rarely has a character marked me so indelibly, but with seemingly little effort, Kim Jones has permanently etched Saylor Samson on my heart.
“Riding is my therapy and without it I would go to the deepest, darkest depths of hell where everyone is my enemy and life has no meaning.”
Dirk took me by complete surprise. While his attraction to Saylor was obvious from the start, his initial attempts at maintaining an emotional detachment had me unsure of my feelings for him. Kim Jones took this character and transformed him so completely that by the end of the book, I was head over heels for Dirk. I loved how Saylor broke him down, destroying the walls around his heart brick by brick. Each shared emotion, passionate touch, and moment of honesty felt like a triumph and the hard-earned nature of those victories made them that much sweeter. If there’s one thing Kim Jones has definitely nailed as a writer it’s the chemistry between her characters. The moment they first set eyes on each other and every single interaction thereafter, palpable sparks fly between Dirk and Saylor. Kim Jones conjures up tension, heat, and explosive need between these two that is only made better by their obvious and heady emotional connection. Dirk and Saylor are undeniably a match made in MC heaven.
“Her words are my sunset. They are my rainbow, my clear blue sky, and my complete undoing. Every man has a purpose. I always thought mine was with the MC. Now I know the real purpose of my existence. To be anything Saylor Samson wants me to be.”
Sinner’s Creed was different from other MC romances I’ve read. Kim Jones kept me on the edge of my seat as she took this storyline in a totally different direction than I ever could have predicted. Around every corner she had a new character or plot twist waiting, ensuring that Dirk and Saylor’s journey was complex, enthralling, and full of suspense. I loved the secondary characters and the insight they provided into our main characters. I specifically enjoyed Shady’s relationship with Dirk and the intriguing new dimension it gave Dirk’s character. The beginning portion of the book moved a little more slowly as the history between Dirk and Saylor is built, but once that foundation is laid, the story takes off running and I couldn’t seem to stop reading. Carefully plotted, well paced, exceptionally poignant, and emotionally impactful, Kim Jones has me hooked with Sinner’s Creed. Dirk and Saylor’s journey is one that cannot be adequately explained, it must be felt, and I loved every gut wrenching, heartbreaking, breathtaking moment of experiencing this story.
I fucking hate this place. I don’t know why I torture myself by coming back here. I should have burned it down a long time ago. I grab my bags from outside and when the cool night air hits me, it helps to release some of the pressure in my chest. When I walk back in, it returns.
I lock the door, then pull two pillows and a blanket from the tote and throw them on the now fully inflated mattress. The house is cool, even without air-conditioning. The weather has been in the fifties at night, and the large trees that surround the house help to shade it from the sun. Tomorrow, I will probably have to plug in a window unit. The lack of insulation keeps the house about the same temperature as it is outside.
I’m undressed and just before climbing under the covers when I notice Saylor laying on the couch, sound asleep. How the fuck did I forget she was here? When my eyes land on her face, everything else disappears. My memories don’t matter. This house don’t matter. Black . . . He don’t fucking matter either. Only her. Saylor Samson.
Her shirt is raised, making the lower part of her stomach visible, including her belly button that I have an urge to kiss. So I do. I place my lips on her stomach, the heat of her flesh burning them. I turn to look down her crossed legs, all the way to the tip of her boots that are covered in dust. I don’t know what I want more—to stand here and just stare at her fully clothed, or get her naked and hold her in my arms.
The battle is quickly won and I start by taking off her boots, then remove her socks and kiss her pink-painted toes one by one. I pull her jeans down her legs, kissing every inch of skin bared to me. She hasn’t stirred, and I know she can’t enjoy this while she is sleeping, but that’s not why I’m doing it. I’m doing it because I like the way her skin feels on my lips. I want to cherish every part of her, and I know it’s not just because I care about her. It’s more, but I still can’t make out the word in my head.
I kiss her hands, up her arms, across her collarbone, up her throat, her chin, her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, and then her parted lips. I carry her to the mattress, folding her into my chest and inhale her hair that still smells like her. Not a smoky bar, not perfume or hairspray, just her. I’m almost asleep. I’m in the hell hole I grew up in, and there isn’t a bad thought around. My mind is peaceful, my arms are full, and my heart is filled with something. That nameless emotion that I’ve never felt.
“Yes.” My voice is a hoarse whisper, and I feel her shiver when I place my lips on her head. What seems like forever passes before she answers. When she does, her voice is the same whisper, but this time it’s filled with conviction.
“I think I’m falling in love with you.” And just like that, my nameless emotion finally has a name.
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Don’t miss the next book in the series:
Sinner’s Revenge (Sinner’s Creed #2)