Christian Authors Fiction Romance Novels & Stories

~~~~THE END~~~~~ Thank you all so so much for completing this journey with me. I appreciate your comments, love, support; you all have been my backbone. I can't wait to share more amazing stories with you. Don't forget to check out my new forbidden romance book: MATED TO MY OBSESSIVE STEPBROTHER, under the pen name, VELVET DESIRES. This isn’t your typical love story—it is totally intense. Please drop your comments on the book. Who was your favorite character(s)? Which part did you like the most? Which was most emotional for you? I can't wait to read it all🥰

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.

Here is a list of my current books: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Hint of Misunderstanding (Werewolf Romance) Thank you again. Happy Readings

In her spare time, she writes short stories, poetry, motivational, health books. The author’s series The Warhead Hunters: the Zombie Apocalypse Decimation hit Amazon’s best-sellers’ list in Horror Literature & Fiction and Supernatural Horror categories. The author’s over seven titles hit Amazon’s best-sellers’ list in Health, Fitness & Dieting, Reference, Religion & Spiritually, Murder Thrillers, Mysteries, and Crime Thrillers. Tamikio received an award certificate for entering her Christmas short story, Jeremy’s Magical Christmas, in the Christmas Collection Anthology. The author received an honorable recognition as the best crime author of September 2016. She won her first crystal trophy a

I linger in the doorway, staring up at him. "Ace?" "Yeah?" "Does Christian... like, ever bring anyone home?" I ask, keeping my tone casual, though my pulse is racing. "I never see him with a woman here." Ace bursts out laughing, shaking his head. "You really don't want to know, do you?” “Nah... tell me,” I urge. “Your stepfather is fiercely faithful to your mother. That's how much he loved her. Unbelievably faithful, even after death. He doesn't look at anyone else. He barely has the time."

I don't care what hole I get, all I just want is a person's warmth around my dick and me pouring my seed in them. I nod subtly and I hear Pietro chuckle. “I didn't know that you are shy, Love. I had likened you to many things and thought of you as many things but never shy," he says and now, I just want a hole to burrow in. Whoever says I am not shy. Anyway, I am not the shy type. I think this is all because this is all new to me and I didn't expect things to work out this well. It all seems like a nice dream I will wake up from.

I wrapped my legs around him as our clothes were a forgotten barrier, discarded in the heat of the moment. Christian’s touch was both gentle and demanding, his kisses trailing fire along my skin. He laid me down on the bed, his body pressing against mine. Every kiss, every touch, was a promise—a declaration of love and desire. As he entered me, I gasped, my body arching to meet his. We moved together, the world outside the room fading away until there was only us. Our rhythm was a dance of passion and need, a union that transcended words. Christian’s movements were slow and deliberate at first, savoring every moment of our connection. I could feel the intensity of his love in every touch, ev

🌼 CHAPTER TWELVE 🌼 It was another boring Monday for Christiana. Ever since she and Damien signed the marriage license, she hasn’t seen him anywhere close to the mansion talk more about inside it. She couldn’t help but wonder where he was. Did he travel or something? Or is he extra busy with some work? Probably the latter. Everything was going… Let’s say, fine. Well, except for one thing. Christiana herself. Due to how bored she was, Christiana wanted to try out something fun or maybe crazy. She wanted to sneak into Damien’s room again so she can finish reading that novel.

“That makes no sense at all. Are you sure? Wouldn’t it be a nonfiction tell-all book if she wrote one? “I don’t know what she would have written or if she wrote anything. I’ll try to gather some information.” “Get back to me quickly.” Michael disconnected the call and settled back into the car. Finally, he did what he should have done a long time ago. He looked up the author A.K. Crusader. He knew the man’s books only by their titles. Now he was curious. What Michael found only confused him more. A.K. Crusader wrote romance novels. A genre that was mostly written by women.

Damon followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and pumping me full of his hot load. Christian was last. He uncuffed me gently, then laid me back with surprising tenderness. He crawled over me, kissing me slowly, deeply, as he slid inside. Where the others had pounded, Christian made love—long, rolling thrusts that felt like worship. His hips moved in a sensual rhythm, grinding against my clit with every stroke. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, our bodies moving together in perfect sync. “You’re ours,” he whispered against my lips as we came together, his release warm and gentle inside me.