The Queen by Tiffany Reisz Book Review

Updated: Jan 22

The Queen

by Tiffany Reisz

Published by MIRA books

Book #8 in the Original Sinners Series

Book #4 in the Original Sinners Series: The White Years

Once upon a time, Nora and Søren made a fateful deal—if he gave her everything, she would give him forever. 

The time has finally come to keep their promises. 

Out of money and out of options after her year-long exile, Eleanor Schreiber agrees to join forces with Kingsley Edge, the king of kink. After her first taste of power as a Dominant, Eleanor buries her old submissive self and transforms into Mistress Nora, the Red Queen. With the help of a mysterious young man with a job even more illicit than her own, Nora squares off against a cunning rival in her quest to become the most respected, the most feared Dominatrix in the Underground. 

While new lovers and the sweet taste of freedom intoxicate Nora, she is tempted time and time again by Søren, her only love and the one man who refuses to bow to her. But when Søren accepts a new church assignment in a dangerous country, she must make an agonizing choice—will the queen keep her throne and let her lover go, or trade in her crown for Søren's collar? 

With a shattering final confession, the last link in the chain is forged in The Original Sinners saga. It's the closing chapter in a story of salvation, sacrifice and the multitude of scars we collect in the name of ecstasy—and love.


Steamy Erotica Exciting


The Queen by Tiffany Reisz is the eighth book in the Original Sinners series, and is the first book in the series that is only told from Nora's perspective. The Queen is Nora's story, from the moment The Virgin ended, with Elle asking Kingsley for a job, to the moment she met Wesley. The story is Nora's confession to Søren, about the moments she was going to go back to him, but didn't.

The Queen was good. Really good. We see Eleanor/Elle become the dominatrix she was always meant to be, and become the Nora Sutherlin we love all the way to the first book, The Siren. This book is about a woman becoming who she is, making goals for herself, while still struggling with her love for Søren, he ex-master, and Kingsley, her boss. As always with this series, The Queen is wonderfully unique, and has a story that is easy to get lost in ... which I find unusual for erotica. Unusual, but amazing. The story flow was perfect, and the time jumps didn't hurt the story whatsoever.

The characters have all grown so much from the start of the series, to now, and have learned to accept one another for who they are. Much to their surprise, it only made their bonds with one another stronger. Nora went from a spunky, fierce teenager, to the ultimate submissive (with her attitude still in place, of course), to a lost woman, to the best dominatrix in America, and ultimately, to settling down with two men who give her freedom to be herself: a switch. Outlets for both parts of her. Søren went from terrifying dominant, who wouldn't give an inch, to others or himself, to finally letting go, and learning that in letting go some of the control, he found happiness. (We also get an explanation as to why he was the way he was in the first book, The Siren, which was very different from how he is naturally) Kingsley also gets everything he wanted. Juliette, who he loves and is the mother of the children he always wanted, and Søren, who finally caved in to his desires to be intimate with Kingsley once again. Zach and Grace are happily in love and amazing parents to Fionn. Everyone finds happiness. I wish we could have had an update on Wesley and Laila. Wesley is such a huge part of the first four books, after all.

The Queen was meant to be the final book in the series, but a ninth book, The Priest, was released not too long ago, continuing the story, but in a new format: A mystery. Intriguing. The Queen did end on a beautiful note. Everyone happy. In love. Surrounded by love. Left open-ended though, so the story could continue ... which is does. And I am so happy is does.

Top 3 Favorite Moments

1. Søren kissing Nora in front of everyone at the wedding

2. Nora catching Griffin spying on her

3. Nora jumping in front of the whip, protecting Thorny

4. (bonus) Nora telling Søren about publishing her first book.

5. (bonus) Søren standing up for Nora at school after she got in trouble for her erotic retelling a biblical story

6. (bonus) Nora breaking the "unbreakable"

7. (bonus) The confessional scene. Woah boy.

8. (bonus) Nora taking care of Søren after his accident

9. (bonus) Nora telling Søren she wouldn't leave or forsake him after he took his Final Vows

10. (bonus) Nora teaching a writing class and meeting Wesley for the first time

11. (bonus) Søren meeting Fionn for the first time, while Nora and Zach have their moment

Where to Buy


Paperback (amazon)

Paperback (Chapters/Indigo)


Google Play Books

Apple Books

Favorite Quotes

"Love is merely a madness; and, I ell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punished'd and cured is that lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too." - William Shakespeare, As You Like It

God creates out of nothing. Wonderful you say. Yes, to be sure, but he does what is still more wonderful: he makes saints out of sinners - Søren Kirkegaard, The Journals of Kierkegaard


Nora: "Stop looking at me like that." Søren:: "Why?" Nora: "You're on duty, Father Stearns." Søren:: "Can I look at you like that after the wedding." Nora: “Today you can do anything you want.” Søren:: “Watch out. I’ll hold you to that promise.”

Søren:: “For heaven’s sake, Griffin, people have places to be. Can’t you save the consummation until later?” Griffin: “Nope.”

Nora: “Remember that story I wrote about Queen Esther when I was in high school?” Søren:: “How could I forget it? I must have read it a thousand times.” Nora: “You did?” Søren:: “An erotic story written by a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl I was desperately and unrepentantly in love with and featuring a hero who looked suspiciously like me? I read it until the ink faded and the pages crumbled.”

Søren:: “Do you forgive me, Little One?” Nora: “What mortal sin have you committed recently?” Søren:: “You know my sins better than I do.” Nora: “Yes. Which is why I tell you there is no need to bed forgiveness for anything.” Søren:: “You have a forgiving heart. I have always admired that about you.” Nora: “I know myself. I know my own weaknesses and failures. Jesus was always so kind to sinners and so cruel to hypocrites.” Søren:: “Am I a hypocrite?” Nora: “You’re human.” Søren:: “You don’t have to be insulting, Eleanor.”

Søren:: “We live each day like it’s our last.But not by running about wildly, attempting to cram every possible experience into one day.Instead … every day we should make our peace with God and each other.Say what needs to be said and not leave it for another time.If I knew I would die tomorrow I’d spend all night telling you and Kingsley how much I love you both, and I wouldn’t let God take me until I was certain you knew I meant every word.I would sing it to you like the angels sing praise to God in heaven – unceasingly.”

Nora:“We know. Kingsley and I, we already know.”

Søren:: “But I would still tell you. Even if you didn’t need to hear it, I would have to tell you.”

Nora: "This could be my last chance to confess to you, after all."

Søren: "I won't leave the priesthood. I promised you I wouldn't."

Nora: "You were in the wedding pictures. You performed a same-sex marriage. You kissed me in front of two hundred wedding guests, half of them we don't know. You can tell me all you want that it's fine, that it won't matter, but we both know those are not the actions of a man who is planning on being a priest for much longer."

Søren: "I have to tell them. Some things shouldn't be secrets."

Nora: "You tell them the truth, and the will kick you out."

Søren: "Possibly. I've made choices, difficult ones, but I did it in full knowledge of the consequences. Nothing stays the same forever, after all."

Nora: "That's not true. My love for you is forever. I made that promise, and I will keep it. But tomorrow or next week or next month you might not be a priest anymore. So please ... hear my confession and absolve me? One last time?"

Kingsley: "You will be offering a service others will not."

Elle: "Sex?"

Kingsley: "Sex would hardly warrant five thousand an hour. Almost anyone can lie on their back, close their eyes, and think of France."

Elle: "It's England."

Kingsley: "Why would anyone think of England during sex?"

Kingsley: "The first time I saw you, you nearly gave a boy a concussion because he committed the unforgivable sin of annoying you when you weren't in the mood to be annoyed. He was talking back to a priest and stood up. I saw you stretch out your leg and hook your boot under his chair and slide it aside right at the moment he tried to sit back down. He landed on the floor so hard I heard a crack and thought it was either a rib or his skull. And you ..."

Elle: "I put my feet on his chest."

Kingsley: "No, you put your boots on his chest and told him to shut the fuck up. That instant, I know you were wither going to grow up to be a dominatrix ... or a sociopath. I was hard as a rock watching you and you were barely sixteen years old. I could come right now thinking of it."

Kingsley caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. He narrowed his eyes at her, his expression inscrutable.

Elle: "What? What is it?"

Kingsley: "I missed you. Forgive me. I just realized that."

Elle: "I missed you, too."

Kingsley: "What made your decision? Him?"

Elle: "You. I'm not done beating the shit out of you yet."

Kingsley: "Will you marry me?"

Elle: "No offense, King, but I'd go back to the convent first."

Kingsley: "And I'd join the priesthood before marrying you, as well."

Elle: "How is he?"

Kingsley: "Not the question someone usually asks about someone she hates."

Elle: "I want to know he's hurting."

Kingsley: "Then you'll be happy to hear he is."

Kingsley: "Prove it."

Elle: "Prove it? How?"

Kingsley: "By acting like the domme I know you are. Once you are a domme, I will be your client, and you can do anything you want to me."

Elle: "Anything?"

Kingsley met her eyes and whispered

Kingsley: "Anything."

Elle: "You're going to regret that."

Kingsley: "I can't wait to regret it."

Kingsley: "You aren't going to call me 'sir'?"

Elle: "No."

Kingsley: "And why not?"

Elle: "Because I'm not a submissive anymore. I don't call anyone 'sir.'"

Kingsley: "Glad you finally are realizing this. It's about fucking time."

Elle: "Don't lose the weight? Those are the sexiest four words anyone has ever said to me."


Søren: "Look at me. You know that, don't you? You know you could never disappoint me? Yes?"

Griffin: "King said if you saw me, you'd probably jump me, and if we're fucking I won't be able to do my job of keeping an eye on you if we're having sex since I do most of my thinking with my cock."

Elle: "King thinks that although I haven't seen you in over a year, I will jump your bones the first chance I get and then you won't be able to follow me because I'll know you're there? That's the situation? That's why you're stalking me?"

Griffin: "Well ... yeah."

Caught red-handed. Shamefaced. Slightly embarrassed. Utterly adorable. And Griffin looked at her as if Christmas came early this year, and he'd been a very good boy.

Merry Christmas.

Elle: "Well, you want to know something?"

Griffin: "What?"

Elle: "King was right?"

Griffin: "Please..."

Elle: "Please, what?"

Griffin: "I have to fuck you."

Elle: "No one has to fuck me. You want to fuck me. Going without sex never killed anybody."

Griffin: "But why take that chance?"

Elle: "I have to tell you something."

Griffin: "Anything."

Elle: "I haven't had sex with a man in over a year."

Griffin: "How are you even alive? Over a year without sex? How's that even possible?"

Elle: "I was in a convent, Griffin. No men in convents."

Griffin: "Then order delivery. There are people who will bring the sex to your house."

Elle laughed

Elle: "It's okay. I said I hadn't had sex with a man in over a year. I have had sex."

Griffin: "You fucked a girl."

Elle: "Shh ... don't tell."

Griffin fell sideways, collapsing on the bed.

Elle: "Griff?"

Griffin: "Was she hot?"

Elle: "She was a twenty-one-year-old virgin with small breasts and long legs. And yes, she was hot."

Griffin: "She was a virgin until you?"

Elle: "Yes. I fisted her our first night together."

Griffin gasped and looked down at his crotch

Griffin: "Oh my God."

Elle: "What's wrong?"

Griffin: "My cock twitched. I didn't know it could do that."

Elle: "Can you be serious for two seconds?"

Griffin: "I am serious. It wiggled like one of those plastic flower toys that dance when you play music."

Elle: "I haven't had anyone or anything inside me for a longtime. I might be a little ... tight."

Griffin: "I can handle tight. I buy lube in bulk. Can we fuck now please?"

Elle: "Not yet. You aren't ready."

Griffin looked down at his crotch

Griffin: "He just told me he's ready. Telepathically."

Elle: "You're bi -"

Griffin: "I am? Oh, yeah. I am. Sorry. I'm focused on your pussy right now. Almost forgot."

Griffin: "I came home early."

Elle: "Why? Bored?"

Griffin: "I checked my messages. King said you were back."

Elle: "You came back from your trip early, because you heard I came back?"

Griffin: "Told you. I missed you."

Elle: "I didn't think anyone would miss me. I mean, anyone but him."

Griffin: "Søren."

Elle: "Yeah, him."

Griffin: "I know this might surprise you, but I'd gotten used to the idea of thinking we were friends. Almost best friends. I wanted us to be that and you acted like that's what you wanted, too. Then you disappeared and you didn't tell me where you went or why you left. So obviously we weren't best friends if you couldn't tell me where you were going, which is fine. That's cool. But knowing you didn't feel the same about me didn't make me feel any differently about you. When King said you were back in the city, I came back the same day. And when he said he wanted me to keep an eye on you since you were, you know, going through a rough adjustment period, I said I would. Because maybe if I keep an eye on you, next time you run off I'll know where you went."

Elle: "Do you want to be my best friend?"

Griffin: "With benefits?"

Elle: "Abso-fucking-lutely."

Griffin: "I'm in. Buddy."

Elle: "Good, old pal."

Elle: "Pick a number between one and ten."

Griffin: "What?"

Elle: "You heard me."

Griffin: "What am I picking?"

Elle: "I'm not going to tell you until you've picked your number."

Griffin: "But how to I know what number to pick until I know what I'm picking?"

Elle: "Exactly."

Griffin narrowed his eyes at her

Griffin: "You're evil."

Elle: "Still waiting on that number, Griff."