Christian Historical Romance Novels & Stories

Our perfect moments of love till eternity. Author’s Note Dear cherished readers, If you’re here, it means you’ve journeyed with CRAVING THE ENEMY’S HUSBAND from the very beginning, through the heartbreaks, revenge, reunions, battles, and the ultimate victory of love. You’ve walked beside Christiana in her darkest moments, stood with Bryan as he fought for his memories and redemption, and witnessed the downfall of Bella, whose shadow loomed for decades. Together, we’ve navigated a world of passion, vengeance, and survival.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

But despite my efforts to remain composed, my heart continued to race, my breaths coming in shallow gasps. As I moved to his chest, I couldn't help but notice the defined contours of his pecs, the ripple of muscles beneath his smooth skin. My hands trembled slightly as I traced the lines of his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his body. It was an intimate gesture, one that filled me with a sense of both vulnerability and desire.

However, they also acted like everything was peachy. That was high society: all glitter on the outside, a total mess on the inside. Nora came down the aisle on her dad's arm, her dress trailing behind her like something out of a fairy tale. However, she was as pale as a ghost, and her smile looked like it hurt. The show got started. The priest was doing his thing. "Francis Davis, do you take Nora Hunter to be your wife?" Francis was silent. He was scanning the crowd instead, looking for someone.