by Tiffany Reisz
Published by 8th Circle Press
Prequel novella to The Angel
It's July, a couple months after Nora returns to Søren at the end of THE SIREN, and while in bed, Søren makes a trade with Nora. He'll do something nice for her and she'll do something nice for him. Of course Nora picks something sexual. But Søren surprises her with his "something nice" request.
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RATED: 18+ CATEGORY: MOOD:
Steamy Erotica Sweet
This is a beautiful novella, showcasing Søren and Nora together again, and Søren's desire to help his Little One let go a little bit, and let him help her. We get some of Nora's lingering heartbreak over Wesley, and some foreshadowing of the something nice Søren is going to give to Nora at the end of The Angel.
Top 3 Favorite Parts
1. Nora telling the girls about Søren overseeing her probation
2. Nora and Søren telling the teenage girls about his time overseeing her probation
3. The girls pestering Nora for details on Kingsley
4. (bonus) Mrs. Maywood telling Nora and Søren she knows about them, and is happy for them
5. (bonus) Søren and Nora promising their new "something nice" promises to each other
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Nora: "It has to be something nice? Could it be something naughty?"
Søren: "Aren't those works synonymous in your vocabulary?"
Nora: "I guess it's your turn. What nice thing do you want me to do for you, my sir?"
Nora: "Hmm ... do you want a blow job?"
Søren: "I just came."
Søren: "Same answer."
Søren: "As nice as that would be, no. My scalpel needs sharpening."
Nora: "Do you want to fist me?"
Søren: "Not at the moment."
Nora: "Do you want me to fist you?"
Søren made a face of utter disgust and Nora giggled. She loved finding Søren's limits and poking them.
Søren: "That is a hard no for the rest of eternity."
Nora: "Why do you hate me?"
Søren: "I love you, Little One. And you'll have a nice time at the picnic, I promise."
Nora: "I'd rather fist a Frenchman."
Søren: "That can be arranged. Now go to sleep. You have a big day tomorrow."
Nora: "Why are you the worst person on the planet?"
Søren: "Because God made me this way."
Nora: "God and I are going to have words one of these days."
Maybe Nora could write a kinky Amish novel. She wondered if he could work the word 'plowing' into the title. She'd run the idea by Zach next time she talked to him. She liked to give him heart attacks.
Mrs. Maywood: "You were always a sweet girl. Even if nobody noticed but me."
Nora: "Eight a.m.? You must be a masochist.
Kelly: "I have four kids. Of course I'm a masochist."
Nora: "Four? Jesus H. Christ. You aren't a masochist. You're nuts."
Kelly: "You're telling me."
Nora: "Thank God for vibrators and dirty minds."
Kelly: "Speaking of vibrators and dirty minds..."
Kelly said, grinning at the unmistakable sound of a Ducati motorcycle engine roaring up the side of the house.
Søren: "You're white as a sheet."
Nora: "I'll go lay on the dock and get some sun. Time to eat yet?"
Søren: "Yes. Everyone's eating. You missing the blessing."
Nora: "Does that mean my food will poison me?"
Nora: "I should go."
Søren: "Say something, Eleanor. Talk to me."
Nora: "I'm drowning here. You threw me in the deep end of the pond and now I'm drowning. There. I talked to you. Now I need to go. People will notice."
She kept walking. Her name was not an order.
Søren: "Eleanor, turn around."
That was an order.
Søren: "I know you're drowning. I'm the reason you're here, the reason you're struggling. Why do you think I want you to struggle?"
Nora: "Because you're a sadist?"
Søren: "Because you need to learn how to depend on me again, to need me again."
Nora: "You want me to be weak. Well, it's working."
Søren: "I would never want you to be weak. It's a fool's errand. But you've been a dominant so long you've forgotten how to submit to me. Even worse, you've forgotten how to trust me. You don't have to take care of yourself anymore. That's my job."
Nora: "We shouldn't even be talking to each other."
Søren: "I'm your priest. We're allowed to talk to each other in public."
Nora: "If I fuck up here, I could ruin your life."
Søren: "You're not going to ruin my life. You never could."
Søren: "I'm not going to throw you a lifeline until you ask for it. If you want to drown, that's your choice. But if you want my help -"
Nora: "Fine. Help me, please."
Søren: "With what?"
Nora: "I feel out of place. I don't have any friends here. I don't know how to talk to anyone. I don't know what to talk about. I'm scared people will judge me. I'm scared people will hate m when they get to know me. This is not my world anymore. It probably never was. I don't know how to belong here. You keep saying I do, and I don't want to disappoint you but I don't. I just don't belong here. And I have no idea how you can help m e with that but you seem to think you can so... prove it."
Søren: "I will."
Søren: "Eleanor, this is Amelia. She wants a ride on my bike. And she won't take no for an answer."
Nora: "Good. My kind of girl."
Nora: "You only have the one helmet, right?"
Søren: "Yes, so be careful. Go down the main road, turn around, come back. Let Amelia have the helmet. Stay under the speed limit. Try not to swallow too many insects."
He reached into his pocket and fished out his keys
Søren: "Also, don't break my duke. Don't break Amelia. Don't break yourself. I'm trusting you."
Nora: "That was your first mistake. You like the beach?"
Amelia: "Love the beach."
Nora: "Then let's go. We can make it to Miami by morning if we leave right now."
Søren: "Bring me my keys back."
Nora: "Too late, sucker."
Amelia: "But ... can we go fast?"
Nora: "You remember what Father S said about staying under the speed limit?"
Nora: "Yeah. Me neither."
Amelia: "Thanks for taking me out. That was really nice of you."
Nora: "Any excuse to steal Father S's bike."
Amelia: "Right? It's so cool. How could such a dork have such an awesome bike?"
Nora: "You think Father S is a dork?"
Amelia: "Maybe more a nerd than a dork. He's got the entire Bible memorized. And the catechism. It's disturbing."
Nora: "Nerd I'll give you. But he's cute, right?"
Amelia: "I guess. For an old guy."
Søren: "Eleanor. Give me my keys back."
Nora: "Say please."
Søren: "Eleanor. Keys."
He snapped his fingers.
Nora: "Keys rhymes with please."
Nora: "Not so little anymore."
Nora: "I'm not short. You're unnecessarily tall."
Nora: "Holy shit."
Nora: "I just realized something. I'm wearing the same shirt I had on that day you started."
Maxine: "You remember what you were wearing the day Father S started to Sacred?"
Nora: "Of course I do. You don't forget the day the new pretty young priest at your church makes fun of your outfit."
Søren: "I did not. I absolutely did not make fun of your outfit. Maxine, that is slander ... Although ... I was very pretty."
Nora: "You did too make fun of me. You said my clothes made me look insane. Oh, and you thought I had mold growing in my hair."
Søren: "It was green."
Nora: "It was green hair dye, not fungus!"
Søren: "You could have fooled me."
Maxine: "You two are funny. I wish I knew Father S when he was young."
Nora: "Did you hear that, Father? When you were young. Implying you aren't anymore."
Søren: "Of course I'm not young anymore. I've been pastoring a church you attend for seventeen years. It's a miracle I still have my faculties intact."
Maxine: "What's a Pearl Jam?"
Søren grinned at her
Søren: "Now who's old?"
The glare she gave him could have melted stone.
Tisha: "Next question - what is your proudest accomplishment from your time as a fill-in-the-blank? Oh, I'm supposed to write 'priest' in that blank."
Søren: "Interesting question. I haven't given it much though as excessive pride is actively discouraged by the Bible."
Nora: "Not that's ever stopped you before."
Søren: "I heard that."
Tisha: "What's the biggest challenge of being a priest?"
Katie: "I bet I can guess."
Søren: "That's only the second biggest challenge."
Katie snorted and Nora had to laugh. Poor Tisha looked adorably bewildered.
Søren: "You can put this answer down. Not having enough time to spend with the people I love - my friends and family."
Tisha: "And what's the biggest joy of being a priest?"
Søren: "Spending time with the other people I love, my church."
The girls: "Aww..."
Maxine: "You're so sweet, Father S."
Nora coughed. The cough quickly turned to choking, Her eyes watered and Diane had to slap her once on the back.
Nora: "Sorry. Choked on a little bit of irony there."
Maxine: "What? What's ironic?"
Nora: "You calling him sweet. Of all the words in the English language - and there are over a million of them - 'sweet' might be the last word I'd use to describe Father Stearns."
Angie: "Why not?"
Søren: "Yes, Eleanor, tell us all - why not?"
Nora: "They don't know, do they?"
Søren: "Know what?"
Nora: "That you're evil."
Søren: "I was hoping to keep that from them."
Maxine: "Evil? Really?"
Søren: "You might as well tell them. I'll be over here drowning my sorrows."
Nora: "Here's the thing girls. Your priest and I have history."
Maxine: "You said he kept you out of jail? That doesn't sound evil."
Nora: "He did, but there was a string attached. And it's still attached. It's safe to say I will be in the doghouse with that man for the rest of my life."
Maxine: "What happened? What did you do?"
Søren: "You're being over dramatic, Eleanor."
Nora: "Am I? Let's let the next generation here decide. So. Girls. When I was fifteen I sort of kind of accidentally on purpose stole five cars. I don't recommend doing that. It's a miracle I didn't spend five to ten in juvie. The judge gave me probation supervised by that guy there. And you better believe he made me suffer for my sins."
Katie: "What did he do?"
Nora: "Quite frankly, he was an asshole."
Maxine: "No way. Father S?"
Nora pointed her beer at Søren
Nora: "Remember when you made me clean the pews with that disgusting wood soap and you jacked the heat up in the sanctuary to ninety?"
Søren: "I merely wanted you to know what Hell was like so you would avoid behaviors that would send you there in the future."
Maxine: "Father S, that is evil. I'm ashamed of you. She could have had heat stroke."
Søren: "Mea culpa."
Josefina: "What's that mean?"
Nora: "It's Latin for 'my bad.' Also, he made me water a stick. A dead stick. But I had to water it. Every single day for six months."
Katie: "Watering a dead stick? What the hell? That's crazy."
Søren: "It's an old trick many convents once employed. It teaches the postulates discipline and obedience, which Eleanor was sorely lacking. Watering a stick is hardly the Spanish Inquisition."
Nora: "Then there was the dog whistling thing.:
Maxine: "What was the dog whistling thing?"