Forgive me, Father, for reading this book. It was truly god-awful.
You know what I'm going to say, but I'll have to say it anyway: I came across the author's promotion of Forgive Me Father online and found myself intrigued by the idea of it. Of course, what happened was what happens so often when authors promote their own books on TikTok/instagram: Barely any of what was said is actually book-accurate. I always wonder what authors have to gain by mispromoting their work, and my inability to make sense of it is perhaps why I've fallen for it more than once. In addition to suffering from the massive dissonance between promoted and actual content, Forgive Me Father is terribly written and riddled with mistakes. Throughout the reading process, I considered abandoning this book countless times, but ultimately, I was invested enough in the concept and the aesthetics of the story that I ended up finishing it. I'd love to say it was a rage-read, but honestly, by the end of it, I had no emotions left.
The first issue are the characters. They are flimsy, one-dimensional things whose personalities and actions lack any sort of cohesion. They don't seem to have any thoughts beyond what little is immediately necessary to act and react in scenes. They have no real internal monologue, and they act out every thought that occurs to them immediately instead of contemplating and pacing themselves like a real person would. This same inability is transferred to their interaction with other characters. Literally every conversation is incredibly unnatural and melodramatic, almost as if you're reading a teenager's first attempt at a fanfiction. Consequently, the romance is insta in every way; there is no connection, no chemistry, nothing at all that would lead to or explain the protagonists' relationship.
The second issue is the plot. Roughly half of Forgive Me Father is smut. Personally, I think that's quite alright, as that's what most people are in for. Most of it is decent, but I will say that I liked the first third or so much better than what comes after; eventually, it just becomes a bit too problematic. Still, the author is okay at writing porn, and I wish she'd just stuck to that instead of trying to insert some sorry excuse for a plot, which turned out to be utterly nonsensical. I am genuinely convinced that she had this pornographic idea of a priest and his altar sever in mind that she was desperately trying to situate within the confined security of a publishable story. She then proceeded to make up the most dramatic plot she could think of and wrote it out, never stopping to assess whether that plot is in any way, shape, or form logical.
The most disturbing part, I think, is the fact that the plot St. Clair chose (not) to focus on is a child trafficking ring within the church. If you're going to choose such a heavy and deeply important topic, you can't just exploit it for filler content. You've got to handle it with the gravity and care it deserves, and your characters cannot just forget about it when they want to get it on every time they lay eyes on each other. Frankly, it would have been more respectful to choose a different plot or leave it out altogether.
Additonally, I am unsure why the author chose to incorporate religion into her story if she never meant to do anything with it. I understand the appeal the thrill of a forbidden relationship holds, and surprisingly, I enjoyed the spicy scenes set in the church. But if your male protagonist is a priest, it would be beneficial to have him contemplate, doubt, struggle with his faith instead of getting a girl off within a day of meeting her for no apparent reason. We never learn why Roman became a priest, we do not know anything about his relationship with god, we do not get any insights into his everyday life within the church. Nothing is said about his feelings for Eden or whether he struggles with them, as they are in direct conflict with his promise to god. He is certainly aware of said conflict, as he mentions it often, but it is not contemplated beyond the fact that it exists. One reason for this might be that the author failed to do her research. Now, I do not want to accuse anyone of anything, and I understand that the author is American and that Catholicism in the States is different than it is here in Europe. Yet, as someone who grew up Catholic (and was an altar server for quite a while -- a role that is almost exclusively filled by children, mind you), I cannot help but notice that all information the author volunteers is either very superficial or not quite correct. I wonder if she's not religious and could not be bothered to do any research at all, or if she is religious and simply assumed all readers would be knowledgeable enough about Catholicism to fill in all the gaps she left in her narration.
The worst part, I think, is that this could have been such a good book. The erotic premise of a priest falling for his adult (!) altar server fits the dark romance genre well, and the addition of a (sub-)plot about his discovery of a trafficking ring in the church, if handled correctly, could have made it an excellent thriller. Instead, we got this half-baked mess of a book I genuinely would not recommend to anyone.