Six months after concert pianist Aslyn Jericho survives an attack at the hands of an obsessed fan, she is still trying to resume a normal life, despite the paralyzing fears that have stolen her ability to play and perform. Enter her gorgeous and mysterious neighbor with news that threatens to send her spiraling back into her nightmares. Her stalker has returned. And he wants Aslyn.
Months after security specialist Chayot Gray's darkest secret was exposed to the world, he's struggling to cope with the fallout. Shame and guilt threaten to consume him, and he longs for the anonymous, numb existence he's known for two decades. Then he discovers a masked figure lurking outside his neighbor's home. The pain-filled shadows darkening Aslyn's eyes call to him, and her loveliness stirs a desire he didn't know existed. Now Chay must conquer his inner-demons in order to save her from a madman determined to finish the job he started...
Each book in the Secrets and Sins series is a standalone, full length story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Book #1- Secrets and Sins: Gabriel
Book #2- Secrets and Sins: Malchim
Book #3- Secrets and Sins: Raphael
Book #4- Secrets and Sins: Chayot
About the Author
Naima Simone's love of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey, Sandra Brown and Linda
Howard many years ago. Well not that many. She is only eighteen…ish. Though her first attempt
at a romance novel starring Ralph Tresvant from New Edition never saw the light of day, her
love of romance, reading and writing has endured. Published since 2009, she spends her days—
and nights— creating stories of unique men and women who experience the first bites of desire,
the dizzying heights of passion, and the tender, healing heat of love.
She is wife to Superman, or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent, and mother to the
most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, sometimes domestically-challenged bliss in the
southern United States.
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Secrets and Sins Series: Chayot
By Naima Simone, Tracy Montoya
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2014 Naima Bryant
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Aslyn Jericho swept into her third bow, and energy from the audience danced over her skin like electrical fingers.
She straightened once more, and sweat dampened her hair, face, and body as adrenaline raced through her veins, more exhilarating and powerful than any drug. Her heart pounded a primal beat, echoing the applause and cheers of the people who'd come out to the San Antonio arena to attend her concert. The pulse reverberated in her chest, belly, between her thighs ...
Hell, she was a walking, breathing orgasm.
She pressed her fingers to her lips and blew out one last kiss before waving and striding off the stage.
"Awesome performance, Aslyn!"
"Amazing show tonight!"
Maneuvering around the various coils and equipment crates littering the floor of the backstage area, she grinned at her crew's congratulations. The heavy curtains separating the stadium and backstage areas couldn't stifle the continued noise of the concertgoers. She had to force herself to keep walking down the hallway toward her dressing room. Either keep walking or spin around and return to that stage, run up to her piano, and play for another hour. She chuckled. While she would love nothing more, the other musicians in the small orchestra that joined her on tour might revolt.
God, nothing in this world could compete with performing in front of thousands of people with her orchestra and playing her music — her music. She grinned wider.
And hot damn. She got to do it all over again tomorrow night.
"Wonderful concert, Aslyn," her manager and oldest friend Liam Ahearn said, passing her a towel.
"Thanks, Liam." She patted her face and throat with the cloth. "I swear I didn't want to come off stage tonight."
"Two encores. I think I figured that out for myself," he said wryly.
She laughed, accepting a bottle of water. "Hey, did you see Jeremy Sutter in the front row?" Wriggling her hips, she did a fist pump. "The man has been playing hardball, but I think he's going to accept our offer."
Liam grunted. "He has a decent reputation, but ..."
"Decent reputation?" she scoffed. "The man is a god among agents. And think. With him on board, you'll have even more time to manage every minute of my life down to a nanosecond."
"As if you're cooperative now," he drawled. "Now, we have to make an appearance at the after party. How soon do you think you can be ready?"
She touched the damp bun at the back of her head and glanced down at her flowing, cuffed white shirt, tight black leather pants, and knee-high stiletto boots.
"Um," she hummed, lifting the water bottle to her mouth for a deep sip. "It depends. Do I have to dress up for this thing?"
Liam's eyebrows hiked high. "Well, it requires more than ripped jeans and one of those hideous graphic tees you hoard."
"So yes on dressing up." She shrugged. "Forty minutes?"
He sighed as they drew to a halt in front of her dressing room door and the massive tank of a man, Joseph, who guarded it and her.
"I'd prefer thirty, but if an extra ten means makeup, I guess I can't argue. I'll wait for you out here." Liam pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, then pulled his cell phone free to probably begin making one of his seemingly endless calls.
Shaking her head, she grinned at her bodyguard. "Hey, Joe. Has my door been behaving itself?"
The corner of his mouth quirked the tiniest bit, but the aloof expression didn't alter as he shifted to the side, unblocking the entrance to the dressing room. "I only had to put it in time-out once, Ms. Jericho."
Turning the knob, she snickered. "You're such a hard-ass, Joe." She slipped inside and closed the door. Silence greeted her, enveloped her. The quiet seemed almost jarring after the past hour. She inhaled, held the deep breath, then released it on a long sigh. Rolling her shoulders, she crossed the room and lowered to the chair in front of the brightly lit vanity table. She scrunched her face at the reflection in the mirror. Heavily lashed and shadowed eyes. Scarlet lipstick that made her mouth look double its normal size. Was there any wonder she preferred no makeup when not on stage? Hell, right now she resembled a goth burlesque dancer.
Smirking, she plucked the pins securing her bun free. Long, dark red hair tumbled to her shoulders and back. She groaned, rubbing her scalp. Closing her eyes, she massaged harder.
"Beautiful." Her eyes popped open, the reverence in the word as startling and terrifying as the voice in a room she believed empty. A cry clawed up her throat as a pale, smiling face appeared next to hers. "You're so beautiful."
She screamed, but a hand slapped over her lips, stinging her skin and pressing the tender tissue inside her mouth against her teeth. The makeshift gag muffled the shout to a strangled whimper.
"Shh." Metal glinted in the vanity's bright bulbs. Terror crawled through her veins, freezing her blood. He lowered his hand, and she watched, paralyzed, as it stroked her lips in a depraved parody of a kiss before settling at the base of her neck. "We wouldn't want anyone to interrupt us. Now that we're finally able to meet face-to-face."
He leaned farther down, and his free hand cupped her chin in an implacable grip. Cold, dry lips pressed to her temple, slid down the side of her face to her jaw. His tongue flicked over her skin like a snake's forked tongue, tasting her. Nausea churned in her belly.
"I told you my love would find you," he murmured, a frightening warmth in his soft gaze.
My love would find you ...
Oh Christ. Quinton Lakes.
As soon as the name bloomed in her head, shivers coursed through her body. Her number one fan, as Quinton Lakes claimed to be, had closed every one of his letters with the same phrase: My love will find you. Over the past year, those five little words had come to spark an instant deep terror. After thousands of letters, a barrage of calls to her record label and Liam's office, and an attempted burglary at her Los Angeles home, she'd believed the restraining order issued a week ago would finally grant her a reprieve.
God, how wrong she'd been.
"Mr. Lakes," she rasped. Stopped. Swallowed and wet her parched throat and mouth. "Mr. Lakes, what are you doing here?"
"So formal, Aslyn." He chuckled, his mint-flavored breath teasing her nostrils. The acid in her stomach roiled faster, harder. "There's no need to stand on ceremony. Not between us."
She cleared her throat. "Mr. Lakes — "
"Quinton," he snapped, his grip on her face tightening. "Say it."
"Quinton," she whispered. "W-why are you here?"
"For you, of course." His smile returned, and the only thing missing from his explanation was the "silly." As if she should've expected him to show up in her dressing room. "I know your lawyer and manager were responsible for filing that restraining order against me. At first I believed it was your idea, and I thought I'd have to punish you. But then I realized, no, you were innocent. But I still have to remove you from their negative influence. They can't be allowed to continue to control you and try to keep us apart."
Oh Jesus. He sounded so sane. So reasonable. Her heart thudded in her chest. Calm. You have to stay calm.
"Quinton, I can't leave right now. I have a concert tomorrow." She tried to smile, to reassure him, but the mirror confirmed she failed miserably. "People are depending on me — "
"Users. Takers," he spat. "Every one of them. All they do is pull on you, suck you dry. They're parasites. That's why I'm taking you away. Someone needs to take care of you for once. Someone who loves you." He smoothed a hand down her hair, his touch glancing off the top of her breast. She shrank from the caress, bile racing for the back of her throat. Yet Quinton didn't seem to notice her aversion. With an adoring regard that scared the shit out of her, he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled. Sublime pleasure etched his plain features, curved his thin lips. "Someone like me," he murmured.
"Please, Quinton." She licked her dry lips, and cringed when his pale eyes tracked the movement with avid interest. With his deranged mind, he'd probably decipher the nervous gesture as an attempt at seduction. "I-I appreciate your concern ... I do. But I can't leave with you. It's impossible ..."
"You're going," he said, voice flat and matching the flint in his unblinking stare. His fingers curled under her arm and tightened in a cruel grip. He hauled her to her feet, his hold surprisingly strong as he steadied her, when the heel of her boot caught on the chair rung. "Don't make me hurt you, Aslyn," he murmured, whirling her around. "I don't want to, but for your own good, I will."
Every self-defense move she'd learned flashed in front of her eyes, but her body didn't respond to the screaming demands of her mind. Push! Kick! Block! Instead, she remained frozen. Paralyzed. Terrified.
"Please, you don't have to do ... Oh God, no." A low moan escaped her, and her knees buckled at the macabre image in the corner of the dressing room. She closed her eyes. "Please, God, no. Please, God, no." But when she reopened them, the same grisly sight stared at her. Horrified her.
Jenna, her personal assistant for three years, lay slumped against the far wall, blue eyes blank and frozen open. Crimson splattered her chest. Dripped from the deep slice in her neck. An animalistic cry scraped Aslyn's throat, and she scrabbled at her own neck as if trying to ensure the skin was intact.
"Shh, shh," Quinton hushed, petting her hair. "I didn't intend to hurt her, but she surprised me. She would've tried to keep us apart. I had no choice."
Mute with terror, Aslyn shook her head.
Rage twisted his thin lips, narrowed his eyes. "Let's go, Aslyn." He gripped her arm again, his other hand brandishing a knife, making agitated slices through the air.
"Aslyn." Liam swung the dressing room door open and strode inside, his attention focused on the object in his hand. "Cara sent over this dress for you. I'll leave it —" He screeched to a halt. His wide, stunned gaze jumped from her to Quinton. "Joe!"
Her bodyguard charged into the room, almost knocking Liam out of the way. With an outraged scream, Quinton leaped behind her, the deadly edge of the blade at her throat.
"No!" he shouted, sounding almost as if in the throe of a temper tantrum. "No, no, no!" He dragged her backward. She stumbled over his feet but quickly recovered her balance. "She's mine. She's mine!"
Fire. Freezing, biting fire pierced her back. Seared her flesh. Excruciating pain bloomed, consumed her.
Then ... nothing.CHAPTER 2
Six months later
"You need to call 911."
Those were the memorable first words she'd shared with her next-door neighbor Chayot Grey. Not "Welcome to the neighborhood." Not "Do you have some sugar I can borrow?" Just an order to call the police.
Jesus. Aslyn crossed her arms and briskly scrubbed her chilled skin. A Peeping Tom. At her window. Watching her without her knowledge. She hadn't seen the bastard, but her neighbor had spotted him at the side of her house before he'd hauled ass across her backyard. Now the police were in her living room, questioning both him and her about the incident.
Her stomach dived for her feet before reversing its course and screaming toward her throat. She battled the fear back down until it was a small knot in her belly instead of the suffocating fist in her windpipe.
Get a grip. She peeked out of the dark window as if she could spot and catch the pervy son of a bitch. Odds were the person peeking in her house had been some pimply faced, over-sexed teenager bored with his video games and hoping to glimpse real-time tits and ass. Or even a dirty old man with an open trench coat and his penis in his hand. The peeper could've been anyone ...anyone but another Quinton Lakes. A shudder rippled through her at just the thought of the lunatic who'd broken into her dressing room, killed her assistant, and attacked Aslyn six months ago. Terror and revulsion crawled across her skin. She stopped breathing. Because if she inhaled, she could still smell the oily pomade in his hair. Could choke on the overwhelming lemon verbena odor of his cologne. Could gag on the cold, wet glide of his lips down her face ...
She moistened her lips and glanced her fingers over the thick, three-inch scar on her lower back. Even through her tank top, she located the ridged flesh. A shiver skated over her arms and down her spine. A flash of ice-coated fire flashed through her, tearing skin, puncturing organs ...
No. She jerked, inhaled a sharp breath. The loud, angry retort reverberated in her head, snapping her back to the here and now. No. Stop borrowing trouble. How could she ever expect to heal, to reclaim the independent, fearless life she once led if she kept imagining boogey men where there weren't any?
Besides, what were the chances she would have another obsessed — crazed — fan? She was a concert pianist for God's sake, not Rihanna.
She turned away from the window, arms still wrapped around her torso. As if the cold assaulting her originated from the central air instead of from inside her. Not that the scene currently playing out in her living room inspired any warmth. Two uniformed officers with their notepads out, their shoulder walkie-talkies occasionally squawking as they conferred with her next-door neighbor. The same next-door neighbor who'd appeared on her doorstep quietly ordering her to call 911 because he'd witnessed someone sneaking outside her house and staring into her window.
A slow, sinuous heat wound through her body, chasing away the chill that had taken up residence in her bones. The curious melting softened and evaporated the metallic bite of old memories and fears. Chayot Grey. Shay-oht. Unusual. Unique. As unusual and unique as the man. Lord, he stole her breath away. Like he should be handcuffed, read his Miranda Rights, and carted away for pilfering the air from her lungs.
He was huge. Not cauliflower-ears-and-steroids huge, but tall. Basketball-player tall with wide shoulders, slim hips, and long, muscled legs that his lightweight summer sweater and dark blue jeans emphasized. But it wasn't his height or lean frame that'd had her gaping up at him like a demented Kewpie doll when she'd first opened her front door. Nope. That honor rested solely with his face. She blinked, as if even now she couldn't accept what her 20/20 vision perceived. She'd traveled the world, seen her fair share of good-looking men. Hell, she'd dated one for nearly two years. But Chayot Grey — with his jaw-length, gold and brown waves, beautiful hazel eyes, and full, sensual lips — made her cheating, I-hope-you-get-warts-on-your-dick-and-it-falls-off ex-boyfriend look like he should slap on a mask and stalk an opera house.
As if sensing her study of him, Chayot lifted his head, his steady gaze meeting hers.
Holy freaking God, the man is gorgeous.
Chayot's stoic expression never changed, but surprise flashed in his eyes. Low snickers punctuated the room, and her eyes widened.
"Oh shit. Did I just say that out loud?"
More chuckling. Chayot slowly dipped his chin.
She cringed. Flames scorched her neck and cheeks. Jesus H. Christ, they must all think I'm a bubble-headed idiot. They were in her home responding to a peeper call, and she was ogling the witness. Where was that floor-opening-up-and-swallowing-you-whole wand when you needed it?
Flipping their pads shut, the officers thanked her neighbor for his cooperation, then approached her.
"Ms. Jericho," the younger of the cops said. "We'll put out a BOLO with the description of the man Mr. Grey gave us. We'll also have officers on patrol drive by your house, keep an eye out for suspicious activity. If you hear or see anything, please don't hesitate to contact us."
She nodded. "I will. Thank you so much for your help."
Both officers nodded before leaving. She stared at the closed door for a long moment, avoiding the man standing silently in her living room. Swallowing a sigh, she gathered her courage — and pride — and faced Chayot, a strained smile and apology on her lips.
"Listen, I'm sorry about" — she twirled her fingers — "that. Believe me, I've been told I have no filter. I didn't mean to embarrass you."
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Loved this series.
I enjoyed all four books in this series. Naima Simone is a very good writer. There's a complex story that joins the friends in all four books and it's not totally resolved until the end of the last book. This series is well worth a read.
After being attacked by a crazed fan, concert pianist Aslyn Jericho needed to get away. She goes to her manager's rental property in Boston but finds there are crazed fans everywhere. Her brooding, beautiful, mysterious neighbor, Chayot Gray, owns a security company and she hires him. The only problem is, who will protect her heart from him? I love the spunk in Aslyn. She says what's on her mind without apology most of the time. My favorite part was when she said "Holy freaking God! That man is gorgeous!" She thought she said it in her mind but no, she said it out loud in front of police officers and Chayot himself. Too funny! Chayot Gray, our pain-filled hero, just makes you want to put your arms around him and hold on for a very, very long time. My favorite moments with Chay were when he would almost crack a smile and especially when Aslyn would make him laugh. For someone that never finds a chance to find humor in life anymore, that is a huge deal. If I could give this book more than 5 Stars, I would. This series is a MUST read! Naima Simone is an amazing author. As soon as I started reading this book (and the others in this series) I immediately felt like I was watching it as a movie. I love it when that happens! I am looking forward to reading more from this very talented author. Received a copy in exchange for an honest review.
CHAYOT is the fourth instalment in Naima Simone’s adult, contemporary Secrets and Sins romance series focusing on four friends connected by a twenty year old murder and secrets from the past. Told from third person POV, this is security specialist Chayot Gray and concert pianist Aslyn Jericho’s storyline. Six months after a stalker nearly ended Aslyn’s life, she is still no further in her emotional recovery than the day she was attacked. When the threats against her life begin anew, Aslyn calls in the team from Liberty Security Services hoping her dark, brooding and sexy neighbor Chayot Gray will be heading the team in her defense. The relationship between Chay and Aslyn is one of immediate attraction but Chay’s past is mired is a dark secret-one that forces him into court ordered therapy and a monthly visit to his PO. As much as Chay tries to keep his distance there is something about Aslyn, his secret celebrity crush that calls to Chay’s hardened heart. But when the attacks hit too close to home, Chay and Aslyn will take refuge together drawing them to one another moths to a flame. The sex scenes are intimate, compelling, passionate and hot. Chayot’s past is revealed in more detail, one that finds a young fifteen year old boy fighting for his life and his sense of self worth. The world building continues with all of the previous storyline couples playing a secondary role adding a familiar feel. Chay’s ‘brothers in blood’ always have his back and worry for the man whose life becomes darker with every passing day. Naima Simone writes a fast paced story of suspense, love and a happily ever after. She pulls the reader into an imaginative series with addicting storylines and captivating characters. You will not want the stories to end.
SECRETS AND SINS: CHAYOT (pronounced Shay-oht) is a compelling novel about two emotionally damaged people who find each other as they deal with mystery and danger. The book is an emotional powerhouse with its themes of emotional and physical abuse, stalking, obsession and murder. Naima Simone treats the issues well and with respect. She’s done her homework and that only adds to the roller coaster ride of the story’s mystery. The plot is plausible and includes a few surprises that I wasn’t expecting. The characters are very well-drawn here, with difficult lives and horrendous pasts that they must conquer to find happiness. The supporting characters are Chayot’s best friends from childhood, all of whom shared a terrible secret with him for years. Their backstory adds to Chayot’s and Aslyn’s stories, making it even more complex and dark. I was riveted from the beginning with the set-up in the first chapter. I could actually “see” many of the events taking place which is a huge plus when I read a story of such caliber. I could only find one thing I didn’t care for and that was the cover. While it’s stunning visually, I don’t see the model as being Chayot. It’s a trivial thing, I know, but that’s me. The book is part of the Secrets and Sins series that includes the stories of Chayot’s friends, each one with their own book. Definitely one to read!
As what appears to be the final book (based on the epilogue), Chayot's story was incredible. I didn't want to stop reading. There were soooo many incredible moments. You don't have to have read the other books in the series (I've only read Rafe's story), but it will give the story additional richness. Chayot - a truly tortured hero for what he did when he was a child. Aslyn's unconditional acceptance, no matter what he told her, was absolutely phenomenal. She had her own ghosts to deal with, but hers were more recent. Together, these two finally healed from the wounds inflicted on them. Aslyn - as a former piano player (though nowhere near her level obviously) really connected with me and I wanted to cry for the agony Ms. Simone wrote into Aslyn as she struggled to reconnect with her passion and her music. The only flaw to this book (and really I didn't mark it down for it) was how predictable Aslyn's stalker villain was. Still, it was a minor issue and I just had to keep reading (even at work) to find out how it was all going to work out. Book provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Don't like this one as much. Not much of a plot, or even romance; just a whole lot of porn. Not a prude but I do prefer sensuality and more suspense. Half way through the story now and hoping it will get better soon!
Secrets and Sins: Chayot by Naima Simone is a novel filled with heated passion and chilling suspense. Surprisingly, this novel was better than I expected. Aslyn’s dismal situation was set-up early on—there was a psychopath in the shadows terrorizing her. The passionate moments were well-placed, never letting the reader lose sight of the mystery behind Aslyn’s stalker. Some of the character depictions made me suspicious of who the culprit could be, but the answers to the mystery weren't that obvious. I love how clues were added that caused me to make false assumptions about who the guilty party was. There were shocking twists along the way and the conclusion—well… Let me end by simply saying that Simone absolutely did a great job of keeping me engrossed in the story and oblivious of the outcome until the very end. If you love romantic suspense novels with a high heat level and spine-tingling suspense, you’ll definitely want to read Secrets and Sins: Chayot. Rating 4/5-I received an e-arc from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
Naima Simone's books just keep getting better and better. I love this series and this is my favorite book. The action and suspense pull you in and you can't help loving the characters. I can't wait to read more books by this author.
Six months after a crazed fan tried to take the life of Aslyn Jericho she is still coping with the nightmares of it. She isn't able to perform and is afraid. Now her terror really grows as it seems a new nightmare has begun. Someone else is after her and she doesn't know what to do. She turns to her neighbor Chayot Gray to help her as he is a security expert. Chayot has his own issues to deal with but he takes on the job. He doesn't want to get to close to Aslyn as he is attracted to her but he has to stay close to keep her safe. Every turn they make it seems her new stalker is one step ahead of them. The closer they get to each other the crazier the stalker becomes. Chayot has to let go of his past and move on to get his head straight. If he doesn't Aslyn may die. Chayot is smart, sexy and has a very dark past. He has secrets and while they do come back to haunt him he has to learn to let go. Aslyn is very talented but her joy was taken away from her. She has suffered over the years and now she is being hunted again. She is afraid but she is still willing to let Chayot in where she wouldn't let anyone else. They both have fears but are wonderful about helping each other. From car crashes, murder, peeping toms and more this book will not let you down if you like a suspenseful book that will keep your interest. I love how Aslyn helped Chayot before they ever met. Her music is something they have in common and it is just a starting point for them. He does everything he can to keep her safe as he tries to figure out who is behind stalking her. The stalker has went from slightly crazy to full blown psycho in no time. The author does a good job keeping you guessing who it is and I was not prepared for how nuts the stalker was. It was bad for her but it was a great twist in the book. Aslyn and Chayot have a good chemistry that read clearly through the pages. If you like a book with a great plot, exceptional characters and so much more try this one.
This book is a great read. Aslyn and Chay story is no matter what's going on in your life, finding the love of your life is worth it.
I Love Chayot!!!! "It wasn't every night she opened the door to find the love child of Chris Hemsworth and Enrique Iglesias on her porch". Hot! Hot! Hot ! What do you get when you take an emotionally, physically, and mentally abused hero, a musician with PTSD, and a psycho? A rollercoaster of a novel that is a ride that you do not want to end!!! And let's not forget the great sex!!! LOL!!! That is just an added perk!!! This was my first novel by Ms. Simone, but I can say it will not be my last!!!! I would recommend this novel for anyone looking for a great mystery, lust, love, and action. It is a great read! You won't be able to put it down until the end! When it ends, you won't believe the ride is over! Wonderful job Ms. Simone! I cannot wait to read the others in the <i> Secrets and Sins <i> series.</i></i>
I absolutely love Naima Simone's books! But Chay's story is my favorite in the Secret & Sins series, because the hero isn't just damaged, he's broken when the story begins. Although the book totally stands alone, Chay's pain, secrets and sins have been revealed throughout the series and made me always wonder how Ms. Simone could possible write his HEA. Chay's life has been filled with trauma and guilt, and his support system of family and friends are at the center of all that pain ... Until he meets Aslyn, the only woman who can crack the shell he's created around his heart. The love story between these two is heart warming, passionate (actually its beyond HOT) and so very real. Simone's writing is right up there with Suzanne Brockmann's seal teams, although she doesn't have as much action that Brockman has going on at multinple scenes, don't discount Simone's ability to draw you in and make you wonder who among the team could be looking at the next HEA ... Or could another team of hot sexy heroes be in the works? If so, I'll be right there to gobble them up.
Chayot Gray’s life has known too much pain and loss. After all that has happened, he will never give love a chance. Aslyn Jericho, a famous classical pianist, survived a brutal attack by an obsessed fan. She moved to Boston to take back her life, but danger has come to her doorstep. Chayot, her next door neighbor and a security specialist, is determined to protect her. This is just the beginning of a powerful page turning story. Naima Simone has written a excellent suspense novel that is a combination of danger and desire. Chayot and Aslyn are powerful characters who desire and care for one another. Their interaction is very intense and their romance is very sensual. Both have painful memories that they are struggling to deal with. I enjoyed having familiar characters from the previous Secrets and Sins books involved. Chayot's story completed the circle and was the most heart breaking. It was the perfect conclusion. The careful plotting kept me guessing as to the culprit. I never saw what was coming next. Great writing, Ms. Simone. This series is on my keeper pile.
Aslyn is a concert pianist who has had nothing but bad luck. Her parents parish in a car wreak, she is stalked and almost killed by her stalker, her assistant is killed, she moves to Boston to relax and get everything into perspective when she finds she has another stalker. Then she meets her sexy next door neighbor Chay. Chay agrees to protect her through his firm, but he has dark secrets of his own that he is hiding and causes him to fight his attraction to Aslyn... Great book. I have read the other books in this series so it was nice to see the characters back again. I was provided a copy of this book for my honest review.
In Naima Simone’s Secrets and Sins: Chayot the main characters are Aslyn and Chayot. Aslyn is a gifted pianist, who is the survivor of an attack by a stalker. Since her stalker died in prison, her case never went to trial. Liam, who is her manager and friend, lets her has temporarily stay in his rental property in Massachusetts. Chay is her next door neighborhood, who chases a peeping tom away from her window. He tells her and they call the police. Chay also has a security firm, and secrets from his past. The one secret has been revealed and it has costs him and his 3 friends, but he still has a secret he has never told anyone. Now someone is stalking Aslyn again. She hires Chay’s firm to protect her. The sparks and sexual tension fly whenever Aslyn and Chay are together. Both are beautiful, torture people, who find they need each other to get through their hellish nightmares from the past and the present. This story has twists and turns, and the ultimate betrayal. It also is a story of healing and love. Received copy from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest review.
As a long-time fan of Naima Simone, I was so looking forward to Chayot and, as I expected, Naima didn't disappoint! Chayot is one of four (very hot) friends who share a secret and covered up for one another. Although their secret has now been exposed to the world, Chayot (who is at the secret's core) suffers the most. He is a sad man, thinking himself undeserving of the love his friends have found. Aslyn Jericho, a famous concert pianist, has her own demons as the target of a stalker who killed her assistant as well as her nerve to continue to play. Although Chayot and Aslyn are thrown together by a copycat stalker, their initial physical attraction is deepened by something they find inside each other that they have never been able to find anywhere else. Naima has a gift with words. She can be so funny and makes her characters accessible through quirky things they say or think that we all say and think. At the same time, she can describe an emotion, a feeling, a state of being so powerfully that you can swear you are able to physically feel what the character is feeling and can see the motives behind their actions so clearly. This book is the last of four. Although they can stand alone, I would read them from the beginning - not only to meet each of these men, the friendship that strengthens them through the worst of times and the women who got through the walls they built around themselves - but to experience the story, the emotions and feelings, and, finally, the triumph of tortured souls who were finally and deservingly redeemed.
I loved this one, you have your suspense, humor, and heat. The characters won me over right from the beginning. watching Chayot realize his is worthy of love and happiness was a wonderful journey to watch. This book keeps you on the edge of your seat. Once you start reading it's hard to put down and you curse life for making you have to wait to read. I just want to say I was proud of myself because I figured out who the stalker was. yay Me! I highly recommend this one. The journey these two charterers take will make your heart sigh with happiness.The epilogue was the perfect way to end it.
Once upon a time there were four friends: Gabriel, Malachim, Raphael and Chayot. When something bad happened to one they all got together to make it better and they kept the secret for years. Now twenty years later the secret is out and they have paid for keeping it. Gabriel, Malachim, and Raphael have found love and happiness. Chayot is happy for them but feels as if he is responsible for their past problems and doesn’t feel like he will ever be deserving of the happiness and love they have found. But he didn’t count on Aslyn Jericho. The pianist strikes every note in perfect tone to break through the ice that surrounds his heart. Now all he has to do is keep her alive long enough to claim it. If you like sexy tortured bad boy heroes then Chayot will speak to you. If you like never say die heroines then you will love Aslyn. I know I loved them both. The chemistry between them both is hot as Hades. Break out the ice water. This last of the series can be read stand alone. But you might like the rest of the stories (Secrets and Sins: Gabriel, Secrets and Sins: Malachim and Secrets and Sins: Raphael).