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The Angel by Tiffany Reisz Book Review

Updated: Jan 22


The Angel

by Tiffany Reisz

Published by Harlequin MIRA

Book #2 in the Original Sinners Series: The Red Years


No safe word can protect the heart


Infamous erotica author and accomplished dominatrix Nora Sutherlin is doing something utterly out of character: hiding. While her longtime lover, Søren—whose fetishes, if exposed, would be his ruin—is under scrutiny pending a major promotion, Nora's lying low and away from temptation in the lap of luxury.


Her host, the wealthy and uninhibited Griffin Fiske, is thrilled to have Nora stay at his country estate, especially once he meets her traveling companion. Young, inexperienced and angelically beautiful, Michael has become Nora's protégé, and this summer with Griffin is going to be his training, where the hazing never ends.


But while her flesh is willing, Nora's mind is wandering. To thoughts of Søren, her master, under investigation by a journalist with an ax to grind. And to another man from Nora's past, whose hold on her is less bruising, but whose secrets are no less painful. It's a summer that will prove the old adage: love hurts.



RATED: 18+ CATEGORY: MOOD:

Steamy Erotica Exciting

BDSM Bittersweet


The Angel by Tiffany Reisz is the second book in the Original Sinner Series: The Red Years, and centers around Nora Sutherland, famous erotica author and dominatrix, Michael, the masochist teenager who Søren saved after a suicide attempt, Suzanne, a war zone journalist, who has an axe to grind with the Catholic church, and Wesley, the young man that she fell in love with, but sent away because of their different lifestyles, and her obsession with Søren.


One thing I cannot deny, is this series is unique. From the erotica/BDSM books I have read, it's far tamer than these books. Men are always the dominants, and the couple always fall in love in the end. Not in this series. There is love, but not romance. There is sex ... a lot of it in this book compared to the last. The thing that sets this book, and in fact, the series apart from the rest, is the story. It's intensely emotional, complicated, and intriguing. Despite it's genre, if Tiffany Reisz cut out every steamy part of this book, it would still be a great book, which I love about it. Let's be honest ... most erotica is about the sex, not the story.


We get to learn SO MUCH MORE about these characters, as well as get an updates on characters from The Siren. We learn a lot about Søren, and I will admit, while I have warmed to him as a character, I don't understand what Nora loves so much about him. His backstory is fascinating, dark and twisty though, and I loved it. We learn more about Nora, and her past, and the reason why she left Søren in the first place. I found myself not liking Nora so much in this book. Perhaps it's because Zach isn't there in person, so we don't get so much self-reflection on her part. Just a lot of sex. Michael's story is also fascinating. I have trouble reading the story because of his age, but his story is a good one, albeit, hard to understand, as I am no a masochist myself. We even learn a bit about Wesley, and the secrets he kept from Nora when he lived with her. Honestly, the most fascinating plots and character building came from the other characters. Griffin is a favorite of mine, I love that we get a small update on Zach, and he and his wife are good friends with Nora, and of course, Wesley's character warms my heart.


The Angel answers a lot of questions you may have had from The Siren, but it leads to so many more. If you are looking for erotica that has depth and substance, so far the Original Sinners series is delivering.


Top 3 Favorite Moments:

1. The Nora and Wesley PJ's argument

2. Nora and Zach's phone call

3. Søren and Suzanne's conversations

4. (bonus) Griffin taking care of Michael after his session with Nora

5. (bonus) Griffin protecting Michael at the club by claiming him as his property

6. (bonus) Nora's memory comparing Søren and Wesley's smells to winter and summer

7. (bonus) Griffin celebrating six years of sobriety

8. (bonus) Wesley and Søren confronting one another.

9. (bonus) Michael confessing he is in love with Griffin, and Griffin loving him back

10. (bonus) Griffin gifting the tattoo's to cover Michael's scars from his suicide attempt

11. (bonus) Griffin fighting off Michael's father and paying him to get him out of his life.

12. (bonus) Søren letting Nora go to Wesley


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Favorite Quotes:


Søren: "As you both may know, Bishop Leo has colon cancer and will soon retire."

Nora: "And Father Landon is replacing him, right?"

Søren: "Father Landon was replacing him. Until three days ago when certain allegations came to the fore."

Nora: "Jesus H. Christ. Why priests can't keep their holy cocks inside their goddamn pants is beyond me."

Michael inhaled sharply and Nora grimaced. She looked at Søren and smiled apologetically. Søren arched his eyebrow at her.

Nora: "Present company excepted, of course."

Søren: "Of course."


Søren: "You taking a vow of silence, Eleanor, is as likely as you taking a vow of celibacy."


Søren: "I would only suggest you go far enough away that no one would attempt to follow you."

Nora: "England? Zach and Grace are trying to get pregnant. This is something I can help them with. Or at least, you know, watch."

Søren: "Out of the question. I know how you behave in other countries. That you still are allowed a passport is one of the universe's great mysteries."

Nora: "That was not my fault. The consulate cleared me."


Nora: "Let's talk. Well, you don't talk so you can listen while I talk."

Michael: "Just, please don't -"

Nora: "Don't what?"

Michael: "Don't say stuff like that again or I'll get us into a wreck."

Nora: "All right, Angel. I promise I won't talk about the night I tied you down and took your virginity. If you insist."

Michael: "Nora, please."

Nora: "Fine, I'll behave. For now."


Memory:

Søren: "Eleanor, you're supposed to be in school."

Eleanor: "It was a life-or-death situation. If I stayed in school, I would have killed myself."

Søren: "As suicide is a mortal sin, I'll absolve you for cutting class. But you know you are also not supposed to be at the rectory."

Eleanor: "I'm outside the fence. I'm not at the rectory - I'm just near it. What are you doing anyway?"

Søren: "Planting trees."

Eleanor: "Obviously, but why? Are the two million trees around us not enough for you?"

Søren: "Not quite. You can still see the rectory from the church."

Eleanor: "Is that a bad thing?"

Søren: "I like my privacy."

Eleanor: "It'll take years before you get any."

Søren arched an eyebrow at her, and she'd blushed.

Eleanor: "Privacy, I mean. Trees take forever to grow."

Søren: "Not these. Empress trees and this particular species of willow are some of the fastest growing."

Eleanor: "In a hurry for your privacy?"

Søren: "I can wait."

Something in his eyes and his voice told her that they weren't talking about the trees anymore. I can wait, he'd said and looked at her with a gaze so intimate she felt as if it was his hand on her face and not just his eyes. She summoned her courage and returned the gaze.

Eleanor: "So can I."


Memory:

Nora: "Wes, I'm going to say it." she said glancing at their back-to-back open laptops.

Wesley: "Don't say it, Nora."

Nora: "I have to say it."

Wesley: "Do. Not. Say. It. If you say it, I'm leaving."

Nora: "Wesley ..."

Wesley: "Nora ..."

Nora took a deep breath, pretended to type something and whispered

Nora: "Wes?"

Wesley: "What?"

Nora: "You sunk my Battleship!"


Nora: "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been ..."

Søren: "Eight days."

Nora: "Eight days since my last confession. Let's see ... where to start?"

Søren: "Pace yourself, Eleanor. If you forget something, I will remind you."

Nora: "Oh, thank you very much, Father. You are too kind. I have done some serious lusting this week."

Søren: "Per usual."


Text Message:

Griffin: Hurry up. My cock can't wait to see you. Love, The Griffin.

Nora: Just for that, I'm taking the scenic route.


Memory:

Søren: "My confession begins as the confessions of many men begin - with three words."

Michael: "Father, forgive me?"

Father S sighed.

Søren: "I met Eleanor."


Griffin: "Alfred, are you looking up my skirt?"

Alfred: "Master Griffin, I would marry my own mother for the excuse to stab my eyes out with her brooches rather than see anything under your kilt. Where would you like your guest's things, sir?"

Nora: "That's an Oedipus Rex reference."

Griffin: "Stick them in the Blue Room. And no interruptions for the next couple of hours, please. My guest and I will be fucking. Two hours, Nora?"

Nora: "At least."

Griffin: "Better make it three, Alfred."

Nora: "This is going to be a long summer, isn't it?"

Griffin: "Eight and a half inches long, if you'll recall."


Nora: "You get sick of the city?"

Griffin: "Parents are in the city. Parents who want grandchildren. I am here so I won't be forced to give them any."

Nora: "Understandable. My mom stopped asking about grandchildren ten years ago. Just start fucking a priest and they'll back off."

Griffin: "Your priest doesn't put out for me."

Nora: "True. But he'll beat the hell out of you if you ask nicely though."


Nora: "You know, I should probably take a shower before we fuck. Søren gave me a very intense goodbye last night, and I haven't washed it off yet."

Griffin: "You know I don't mind sloppy seconds. And knowing Pope Whatadick, he probably blesses his cum before he blows it."

Nora: "I promise you he does not."


Memory:

Mother: "Eleanor. Mary Rose told me the new priest is supposed to be very handsome."

Rolling her eyes, Nora had flipped back over and glared at her mother.

Eleanor: "Mom, he's a priest. That's gross."


Nora: "Griff, you're too pretty to also be smart."


Griffin: "Nora .... I think I'm in love."

Nora: "You're in heat, Griff. Big difference."


Griffin: "Right, okay. Easy enough. Everything's on a one-to-five scale - one meaning it turns you on as much as kissing your grandmother and five meaning it makes you spray your shorts just thinking about it. Doesn't matter if you've done it or not - just if you want to do it. First category - sex."

Michael: "Five."

Griffin grinned at him.

Griffin: "That was just the category. But I like your enthusiasm, Mick,"


Søren: "You stand and sit at the appropriate times without looking lost. You called me Father comfortably, not Pastor or Reverend. And you have a distinctly Catholic look in your eyes."

Suzanne: "What Catholic look?"

Søren: "Guilt."


Suzanne: "You aren't what I expected."

Soren: "Considering what the common perception of the clergy is these days, I shall take that as a compliment."


Nora stared at her pajamas, at the little baby ducks printed on the blue flannel. Pajamas had been the cause of her first fight with Wesley right after he moved in. No one would ever call her an exhibitionist - she knew too many real exhibitionists to even make a claim on that title - but she had a good body and didn't care who saw it. So the first morning after Wesley moved in she came down to the kitchen in her usual sleepwear - a little nearly transparent black camisole and panties. Half-asleep still, she'd entered the kitchen, patted Wesley on the top of his blond head, grabbed a croissant and a cup of coffee, and headed for her office. A few minutes later a visibly troubled Wesley came into her office and stood with his back to her.

Nora: "Yes, Wesley, those jeans to make your ass look fabulous."

Wesley: "That is not why I have my back to you. You have no clothes on, Nora."

Nora: "I do have clothes on. I have on my pajamas."

Wesley: "You're wearing saran wrap and nothing else."

Nora: "That is not true. I've worn saran wrap before and it looks nothing like this. This is La Perla."

Wesley: "It's La Transparent. Pajamas have substance to them. They are made of cotton or equally opaque fabrics. If I'm going to live with you without losing my mind -"

Nora: "Or your virginity."

Wesley: "You need to wear real pajamas around me. That's final."

He'd gone off to school in a huff that day. When he came home she surprised him with a little pajama fashion show. First the sock monkeys, then the penguins, then the baby ducks wearing galoshes on their little feet.

Nora: "Better?"

Wesley: "Perfect."


Søren: "Michael, Eleanor is without a doubt the most beautiful woman who has ever or will ever live. If you could take a nighttime thunderstorm and turn it into a woman, you would have a very good idea what she looks like. And a fairly good idea how she behaves as well."


Zach: "Nora, do I need to remind you that it's midnight in England?"

Nora: "Were you dreaming about me again?"

Zach: "God, I'm never going to hear the end of that, am I?"

Nora: "Your fault for telling me you had a sex dream about me."


Zach: "Your mind is both fascinating and repulsive."


Nora: "Try dominating Grace in bed."

Zach: "Is kink your answer for everything, Eleanor?"

Nora: "No, Zechariah. It's just the answer for everything sexual. For male dominants, kink causes a testosterone surge. That can up your sperm count. For female submissives, kink can cause the body to release opiate-like hormones. She relaxes deeply. Makes conceiving easier when you're less stressed. There is a method to my madness. Tie her up. Knock her up. Doctor's orders."

Zach: "You may very well be my new favorite doctor."


Grace: "Nora? Are you all right?"

Nora: "I'm fabulous. I was just flirting with your husband while you were out of the room."

Grace: "I don't blame you. He's looking quite nice tonight. I can't tell you what he's wearing because he's not wearing anything."

Nora: "You're torturing me, Grace. I think you might be a sadist. I approve of this."

Grace: "I really do want to meet this mysterious priest of yours."

Nora: "We'll have a foursome next time you and Zach come to the States."

Grace: "Capital idea."