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REVIEW ~ Mr. Sinful (Heartfelt Book 1) by Serenity Woods

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Seven Sexy Sins. One Mr. Sinful.

Faith Hillman is in trouble. She’s writing an article on ways to spice up your love life for her popular blog, but she’s hit a major snag—she hasn’t experienced any of the Seven Sexy Sins on her list. Luckily, her brother’s best friend, Rusty Thorne, offers to help with her research.

Having had a crush on him since the age of twelve, Faith agrees, on the proviso that he signs a contract keeping their short-term relationship a secret. Her brother once decked him for kissing her on her eighteenth birthday, so Rusty’s happy to concur.

While they work their way through the wicked list, Rusty enjoys showing Faith all the sexual delights he can think of. But it’s only as the sins draw to a close that he understands that, where love is concerned, he’s the student and Faith’s the teacher.

He’s determined to keep to the terms of the contract, but when it comes to the crunch, will he be able to let her go?

Warning: Includes rebellious hero who enjoys inserting Tab A into Slots B, C, and even occasionally D. Also includes highly inappropriate use of a Mars Bar.

I have to tell you that I absolutely LOVE the falling for your brother’s best friend trope. It’s hard to screw up and when done well, like Serenity Woods has done in Mr. Sinful, well it is a damn pleasure to read.

Faith is a well-known sex and relationships blogger without a lot of experience in either area, but she has nationwide recognition and a great new idea. Seven sexy sins. When her brother’s best mate, Rusty, offers to play her Mr. Sinful for just seven sexy encounters, she accepts without much thought to the consequences. It involves everything you think it would—scorching sex scenes, the feels, aww moments and even some naughty business with a chocolate bar—and then some.

I loved that Faith was the brave one in this relationship. Sure, she was naïve but it was due to a lack of experience not because she was sheltered and she was easy to root for. Fighting her feelings proves to be an impossible task, but watching her straighten her spine and decide to lay it all out there was amazing.

Rusty though, well he was magnificent. So damn tortured and scarred that he couldn’t see how amazing he was, and more importantly, all the good things he deserved. He’s the kind of guy you’re proud to call your book boyfriend. Stubborn to the point of stupidity, good and loving. Oh and did I mention, hot?

My only real complaint was Faith’s brother, Dan. It’s a personal peeve of mine, overprotective family, and he was kind of over the top. I understand his rationale but still, Faith was a grown woman with a job and a home so I think it’s unreasonable for him to think he can have that much say over her love life. He redeemed himself, but I still feel like I owe him a smack upside the head.

Heartfelt Series
Mr. Seductive (Book  2)
Mr. Sensational (Book 3)


COVER REVEAL ~ Just One Night by Charity Ferrell 💙💚❤

Title: Just One Night
Author: Charity Ferrell
Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: February 19, 2018

“What the f*ck have I done?” aren’t the first words you want to hear after a one-night stand.
Yet, that’s what he gave me.

Dallas Barnes is tall, dark, and handsome.
He’s also scarred, rough, and broken down by burdens. 
A single dad. A widower. A lost soul.

We found each other in the back of a dark pub. 
He brought the whiskey.
I brought the bad decisions.
He called it a mistake.
I vowed never to speak to him again.

That vow is broken with one test.
Two pink lines turn my life upside down.

One night changes everything.




“What the fuck have I done?” 


I’ve never had a one-night stand, but I’m positive those aren’t the first words you want to hear the morning after.


I twist in the warm yet unfamiliar sheets and can taste last night’s whiskey in my mouth.
I lick my lips—wrong move—and regret it when the flavor of him hits my tongue. Him.

The man pacing in front of me with his head tipped down while wearing only boxer briefs that show off his bulge.
I’ve lost count of the number of times the word fuck has fallen from his mouth.

I don’t know what to say.

Don’t know what to do.
“How the fuck could I have done this?” he continues.
My heart rams into my rib cage, just as hell-bent on escaping this situation as I am.


I’m stupid.


So damn stupid.

I drag the sheet up until it hits my chin, and he runs a hand through his thick bedhead hair, tugging at the roots the same way I did last night when he went down on me. He doesn’t know I am awake and can hear him, but that doesn’t make the wound any less severe.

His head rises when I jump out of bed and start scrambling for my clothes. The sheet drops from my body at the same time I frantically pull my dress over my head.


I have to get out of here.


Our eyes meet as I pull my panties up. Apology and torture spill across his clenching jaw. The tears are coming, warning me to look away so that he won’t see my humiliation, but I can’t. I stare and silently beg him to change the outcome of this morning. The string to our stare down is cut by the sound of my name, a mere whisper falling from his loose lips.


I dart out of the bedroom, snag my purse I drunkenly threw over the arm of the couch, and rush toward the front door, not even bothering to search for my heels.
I refuse to glance back, but I hear him. No, I feel him behind me.
“Willow, please,” he pleads to my back with a strained voice while I fight with the lock.
I slam my fist against it. When did they start making these things so damn difficult?

“Don’t cry.” He blows out a stressed breath. “Just give me a fucking minute, okay?” Relief hits me when the lock finally cooperates, and I slam the glass door in his face at the same time he repeats my name. I nearly trip on my feet when I jump down the porch steps.
I pause when I make it to the last one.


One more. 


Against my will, I turn around for one last glance.
He’s staring at me in agony with the door handle gripped in his hand. For a split second, I’m stupid enough to think he’ll fix this. Stupid enough to believe he’ll say something, do something to make this right.
But he doesn’t.
He drops the handle, spreads both palms against the glass, and bows his head. That’s my cue to get the hell out of here.


Fuck him.
Fuck whiskey.
Fuck my stupid decisions.
This is what I get for sleeping with a man mourning his dead wife.


Charity Ferrell writes New Adult and Contemporary Romance. She resides in Indianapolis, Indiana. She grew up riding her bicycle to the town’s public library, and reading anything she could get her hands on.

When she’s not writing or plotting her next book, you can find her reading, spending time with her family, or shopping online. 

Just One Night is her ninth book.


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