African American Christian Romance Books Novels & Stories

Then, and only then, was I able to respond in the way one would expect a lover who’d been kept away for two years to respond. I remembered the wanton way I’d responded to Ethan’s love making during our one and only sexual encounter when we hardly knew each other and weren’t in love. Yet, I was having such a horrific time rising to the occasion for a man I had been intimate with an innumerable number of times and had actually accepted a marriage proposal from. Then, I excused myself for my failings because Ethan had used wolf mind control on me in order to get that intensity of passion from me. Godwin was proceeding based on the assumption that I loved him.

she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)

"I'm not too worried. I find this trip quite interesting. If we go to charity, it's right to go to Africa. I think the experience there is not bad." Indeed, Aurora feels quite excited about the upcoming trip. She doesn't really care about Nolan's plan, no matter what he plots, Aurora is ready to cope. Aurora is the woman of Phelan Darius, she does not allow herself to be afraid and weak. Christian takes Aurora home. "How was your day?" "Fine. I'll fly to Africa tomorrow night." "Your charity event is held in Africa?" Christian is a little surprised. He felt it was a coincidence that he himself was having some trouble with some power in Africa. Thinking of something, Christian immediately ask

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"Okay. What would you like to talk about?" "About your friend... Clara." "What about her?" I asked impatiently. I was certain Mr Amos would be here any moment from now. We were interrupted by Amina. "Um... Sola.. Mr Amos is here. I told him to wait in the parlour, he's currently watching Africa Magic." She said, glaring at Alex again. Alex glared right back and if it was another day, I would burst into uncontrollable laughter at their funny reactions. "Thanks Ami."

*** ~CLAIRE~ *** There was no way in hell I would let Christian know about my fantasies. No way I would tell him what went on in my imagination. "I read a lot of books." I giggled as he pulled me towards the black, velvet couch in the corner. He lowered into it and gave me a flirty look. "Is that so? Books?" "Romance novels." I shrugged. I tried not to fidget as his gaze roamed my body. I was standing before him, clad in just my lace panties.

He wasn’t ready to unravel all of his truths yet. So I tried a different angle. “Do you regret it? Saving me?” His eyes snapped back to mine, fierce and unyielding. “Never. Even if it damns us both.” The air between us thickened, not with lust this time, but with something deeper, something scarier. For the first time since meeting him, I realized that Damian Blackthorn—the god, the storm, the impossible—was just as trapped as I was. And maybe, just maybe, that meant we were doomed together.

Elizabeth’s POV I had finally reached out to Christian through one of his ever-faithful workers, the same ones he kept sending to deliver gifts I hadn’t asked for. A few days ago, he sent me fifty pre-release books. Romance novels, of course. Top-notch titles that weren’t supposed to hit shelves for months, yet somehow Christian had gotten them early. I’d binged through almost every single one. They gave me a peace I hadn’t felt in weeks, curling up in their stories, forgetting my own. But what unsettled me more was how he knew exactly the kind of books I loved. That man noticed everything, even the details I thought no one else did.

BOOK 3: Chapter 42: Bound by Fire She doesn’t resist this time. There’s no inner struggle, no frantic justifications, no excuses swimming in her mind to stop her from doing what’s expected of her as a wife. She lets herself fall into it—into the intimacy that is supposed to connect her with her husband. The touch, the rhythm, the closeness. She gives herself over to it completely, but it’s different now. Everything feels warped. Her body responds, but not in the way it once did. It’s mechanical, almost artificial. There’s no electricity running through her veins. Nothing that sparks beneath her skin. Nothing like what she feels when Adrian touches her.