I can‚Äôt have Elijah Iverson. I can‚Äôt have him because he‚Äôs my older brother‚Äôs best friend. I can‚Äôt have him because I broke his heart five years ago; because he‚Äôs now engaged to someone else‚ÄĒsomeone kind and dependable who deserves his whiskey eyes, his soft mouth, his fierce intellect. I can‚Äôt have Elijah because I‚Äôve chosen God instead. The Bell brothers, though . . . well, we don't exactly have the greatest track record with vows. But I‚Äôm determined to do this monk thing right‚ÄĒto pledge myself to a cloistered life and spend the rest of my years in chastity and prayer. But now Elijah‚Äôs here. He‚Äôs here and he‚Äôs coming with me on my European monastery road trip, and between the whispered confessions and the stolen kisses and the moments bent over an ancient altar, my vows are feeling flimsier by the day. And vows or not, I know in my heart that it would take more than a good and holy monk to resist Elijah Iverson right now. It would take a saint. And we all know that I‚Äôm no saint. (This is the third full-length standalone in the Priest Collection, featuring Father Bell's brother, Aiden Bell. You do not have to read Priest or Sinner to read Saint.)