Why Did Defrocked Spark Debate In The United Methodist Church?

“Forgive me, Father… for I’m about to sin again.” "Get on your knees and take my cock like it’s your only salvation. Hold it like you held your rosary tight, desperate. Suck it like it’s the only prayer left to save your filthy soul." She’s temptation wrapped in innocence. And I’m a sinner beneath this collar. ~~~~~~ When Mia Voss escapes heartbreak and moves in with her grandmother, the last thing she expects is to fall for the man behind the altar. Reverend Thorne Maddox—quiet, composed, and dangerously handsome—sees right through her walls.And she sees what he's trying to hide.Their encounters are supposed to be innocent, church duties, quiet confessions, polite conversation. But glances linger too long. Words slip too close to sin. And when she falls into his arms… it stops being holy.In a town full of watching eyes and sacred vows, desire becomes the ultimate sin. But the deeper they fall, the harder it becomes to let go. Where salvation ends… temptation begins. ❕ ❕Trigger/Content Warnings:This story contains themes of religious conflict, age gap, power imbalance, sensual scenes, and morally gray decisions. Reader discretion is advised 100% Sex ❕

Loneliness has consumed the mind of Jia Wang every hour for far too long. Broken promises and useless treatments have destroyed her hope that things will ever improve for her, but as the hours of her sad life tick down a stranger appears promising her a healthy life and love. Will a trip to space cure her cancer and liberate her heart from it's prison of sadness?

Three years ago, Laura signed her name on divorce papers that ended what she believed was the perfect marriage. Her husband, Michael, once the most devoted man she knew, had become cold, detached, and cruel, pushing her away with a precision that shattered her heart. She believed the rumors, the lies, and the whispers that every act of care he’d once shown her was borrowed from another woman, his first love. Kayla. Now, years later, Laura is a successful lawyer, determined never to fall prey to love again. But when Michael walks into her firm seeking representation for his own divorce from the same woman who destroyed their marriage; the truth begins to unravel. What she thought was betrayal was, in fact, sacrifice. And when their child is kidnapped in a web of supernatural politics and bloodline secrets, Laura and Michael are forced together once more.

He watched her grow up. Now he can't stop watching her. Ayana Marcus came home for Christmas expecting family dinners and small-town boredom. What she didn't expect was Nelson Ward looking at her like she was something he'd been starving himself of for twenty years. He's forty-five. She's twenty-four. He's her father's best friend, the town's moral compass, a man who hasn't touched a woman since his fiancée died and took every good thing in him with her. She's the pastor's daughter. The good girl. The one who was never supposed to want something this dangerous. One kiss changes everything. Now she's sleeping in his bed, her father won't speak to her, the whole town is watching — and Nelson Ward, who spent two decades convincing himself he didn't deserve happiness, is learning what it costs to finally take it. Some men are worth the scandal. Some Decembers are worth burning everything down. UNHOLY DECEMBER — because the most sacred thing she ever did was love a man everyone told her was forbidden.

She was the temptation they prayed against—and the salvation they didn’t see coming. The story centers on a woman who’s done playing nice. After a betrayal that shattered everything she thought she knew—marriage, motherhood, self-worth—she sheds her shame, steps into her desire, and discovers power in places she was once told were sinful. Her past doesn’t define her. Her pleasure doesn’t shame her. And she’s not asking for permission anymore.

"I reject you, fatass." Dean Ashcroft says it laughing, in front of the whole pack, on the night the Moon Goddess herself picked them as mates. He doesn't even flinch. Just walks away and leaves Delaney Reeves standing there with a broken bond and a room full of people snickering behind their hands. She's done crying by the time she gets home. She's not the type. She goes quiet instead, and quiet means she's already leaving. She gets two steps off the porch before Dean grabs her arm hard enough to bruise. His mate isn't going anywhere, he growls, like he has any right to say that now. That's when the real bond hits her. Not with Dean. With the stranger standing on the porch, a man she's never met until tonight. Jaxton Cole. Alpha of Ashford Ridge Pack. Here for treaty business, not for this. Two Alphas. One woman. One bond breaks and another one lights up in its place, both in the same ten minutes. Delaney thinks the worst night of her life is behind her. She's wrong. Her body starts doing things that shouldn't be possible. Her mother's death wasn't the accident everyone always said it was. And a man who's spent decades chasing a grudge older than Delaney herself is done waiting in the shadows for what he thinks he's owed. Dean wants forgiveness. Jaxton wants forever. And something out there wants Delaney for exactly what her blood can do, whether she agrees to it or not. She's spent her whole life being decided for. Not anymore. She was never his to reject. She's about to make sure everyone remembers that.