Sister Laurel & the Atheist

New Dawning International Bookfair

Heat Rating: Sensual
Word Count: 36,000
2 Ratings (4.5)

It was love at first sight. That’s what the lovely, shy Sister in Waiting Laurel, and the devilishly, handsome Julian Peters both agree. But is their overpowering love and attraction enough to allow this unlikely couple to overcome the obvious societal obstacles plus the differences between their own core beliefs to make a life together?

Sister Laurel & the Atheist is a cute, humorous and oh, so, romantic story.

Sister Laurel & the Atheist
2 Ratings (4.5)

Sister Laurel & the Atheist

New Dawning International Bookfair

Heat Rating: Sensual
Word Count: 36,000
2 Ratings (4.5)
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This sweet, sometimes funny, story is about a sister in waiting, who's very orderly life is turned upside down when she's swept off her feet by a charming handsome man, three weeks before she's supposed to take her final vows. There are no actual sex scenes, but I found the story to be sexy in its own way. Oh yeah, I forgot, the charming hero is an atheist.
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When she saw him, Laurel stopped in her tracks. He was the most beautiful person she had ever seen and, quite unlike herself—she wanted him! Julian felt the same way and he’s been around the block many times but never so impressed by a woman at first glance. If only it were that simple! A man, a woman, love, lust and all the trimmings…but, no... Laurel is slated to take her permanent vows in less than a month. Julian is an atheist. Hardnosed, in fact. Can these two find their dreams in the midst of religious strife? With Laurel's meddling older sister involved, not to mention her father and the Mother Superior?

Sister Laurel & the Atheist has a good plot, interesting characters and a lot of humor. I enjoyed reading it, but I felt that there was too much emphasis on the sexual side of their romance and not enough placed on the really obvious thing they had to overcome. Still, it is worth a look. Laurel's life is about to take a drastic turn, come along for the ride!

Manic Readers, Valkyrie's Lady

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LAS Reviewer

Love at first sight, as dreamily romantic as it sounds, poses a huge challenge to Laurel and Julian. She is after all, dedicated to a whole other calling. And let's face it - sometimes the sexual attraction is not accompanied by emotions on the same scale, but in this case, right from the kick off, we all want it to be truly an affair de' heart. Not that there aren't the physical interludes; and the impact of the first is simply hysterical

This is less about an internal struggle to accept the demands of her own heart, as I kind of expected. Rather she's hysterically appalled at her own feelings and behavior! This is a very unserious look at a romp gone wrong and the amazing attraction to one sexy, super-naughty (and determined) man. Laurel has an unexpectedly interfering family, gets no sympathy on her personal challenges - no matter where she turns, she doesn't get the support she thinks she needs at the time. One titillating incident just leads to the next.

I will say that the bouncy point of view will annoy some to no end; Dawning does it rather quite abruptly and unapologetically though it somehow suits the speed and overall irreverence of this work.

Snappy dialogue and dizzying details keep readers as off kilter as poor Laurel and just as enthralled with Julian.

This is a quick and fun read; but make no mistake - even with all the humor, the center of Sister Laurel & the Atheist is a heartfelt romance. Very enjoyable.

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Excerpt

Slowly, the lids of my eyes rose. It was dark. Where am I? I hadn’t a clue where I was. Slivers of light passed through the window coverings—likely from the full moon. I felt my body. Goodness, I’m naked. I glanced to my left. A nightstand. The digital clock upon it read six thirty-six AM. Think. I went out with Julian. Did I drink too much? I don’t remember. Why am I naked? My goodness, could this be his bedroom? Oh my God! Where is Julian?

My right hand stretched out and patted across the bedspread. Suddenly the spread rose around the contour of an object. My hand followed it lightly to the apex. It was a hip. Julian’s hip? I pulled my hand back up to the top of the cover and slipped it under. Slowly and carefully, my hand moved back toward the spot I’d felt before. All of a sudden my hand felt something strange. It was warm and felt like skin but different. I ran my fingers ever so lightly along it. It was long, with something like a ridge near the end. My hand changed direction and went back down the object. Hair—curly, fuzzy pubic hair. Mary, mother of Jesus, forgive me. I think I’ve I sinned.

I jerked my hand back to my chest, where I felt the necklace I still wore. I sat up with a start. “Eeeeeeew.” I touched a penis. I hope it was Julian’s. The man in the bed stirred. Without warning, a bright light flashed on, temporarily blinding me, as he turned on a nightstand lamp. I quickly pulled the sheet up to my neck to cover myself.

“What’s the matter sweetheart? Can’t sleep?”

Thank God it was Julian’s signature voice.

“You were wonderful last night baby.”

Dear God in heaven, I did sin.

Julian slid over and wrapped his arms around me. His arm accidentally brushed a nipple sending a pleasantly, naughty sensation throughout my body. As we embraced, my bare breasts rubbed against his chest redirecting the wicked feelings to the quickly warming area between my legs. I tried and tried without success to remember my sinful night.

This is maddening. I have sex for the first time and don’t even know if I liked it.

After teasing me by nibbling on my lips, shivers shot through me when he whispered breathily in my ear. “Don’t tell me you’re ready to go again?”

Go again? I was incredulous. Here I sit, in a very handsome man’s bed, having made love, totally naked wearing only my necklace, and I can’t remember any of it. It must have been a wild night, for as he held me close, kneading my back, I glanced over his shoulder and spied our discarded clothes spread around the room in some or the most disingenuous places. My beautiful dress was hanging from a single strap draped over a finial on the dresser mirror. My nylons rested on the top of the TV and draped over the screen. My bra hung from the shade of the lamp Julian had turned on and my panties lay across the footboard.

“Julian, why are my clothes strewn haphazardly all over the room? Were we in a hurry last night?”

“Don’t you remember? We were burning with desire. Especially you. You said you had to see what it would be like to be with me at least once. We frantically undressed each other and tossed the clothes wherever it they landed.”

I felt a flush of warmth in my cheeks. “No, I don’t remember. That’s the problem. We made love and I don’t remember.”

A sinful smile formed on his lips. “Really. You don’t remember? Maybe you had too many strawberry daiquiris.”

“And you undressed me?”

He nodded, his smile growing wider and more sinful, while the flush in my cheeks spread to my whole face. “Yes, except for your necklace. You said you wanted to keep one thing on so you weren’t entirely undressed. At first you wanted to keep your bra on, but I didn’t like that so I suggested the necklace and you agreed.”

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