Lust Is The Thorn
by Jen McLaughlin
From the bestselling author of Bad Romance comes an edgy novel about a reformed bad boy training to be a priest and the fallen angel who makes him think twice about giving up earthly pleasures.
Growing up hard and fast on the mean streets of Chicago, Thorn McKinney didn’t have a prayer—until tragedy inspired him to join the seminary. Now the time has come to take his vows, and yet he’s haunted by the woman he can’t leave behind: his best friend’s little sister. Despite Thorn’s promises that he’d keep her safe, she’s going through hell. And now he finds himself torn between duty and desire, entranced by the seductive pull of her trusting eyes, innocent heart, and sinfully sweet curves.
Trying to let Thorn pursue his calling, Rose Gallagher has been hiding some things: namely her abusive boyfriend and her job as a stripper. But when she hits rock bottom, Thorn is there for her—and now there’s no denying the raw temptation that draws them together in their darkest moments. Rose may have found salvation in his strong arms, but she knows that Thorn must choose his own path: in the church, or in the warm embrace of a woman’s love.
That’s never going to happen, and you know it. Stop blowing rainbows and perfume where there’s only shit and gunpowder.
Being alone became almost comforting after a while. Like, you almost forgot what it was like not to be lonely.
The funny thing about plans? Sometimes they’re simply detours to get us where we need to be.
I’ll be here to help you when you need me to, and to stand aside quietly when you don’t. I’ll shut up when you need me to be quiet, and give my best advice if you ask for it. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I’ll give it to you… I’ll give you all of me, and I ask for nothing in return. Just let me love you. That’s all I want.
Lust Is The Thorn was really not my cup of tea, as it was a tense, long simmering, slow-burn, second chance romance. The first half of the book felt like a repetitive tease with the characters circling the same issues in an increasingly tedious manner. But that may just be my personal weariness of high angst. The storyline was occasionally erotic and often without any actual sex occurring – which takes impressive skill. The last half of the story squeezed my heart, although there was an uptick in steam and brief respites of happiness before the characters argued again. But I hung tight and finished the ride, but Ms. McLaughlin certainly made me work for it.