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"Father Aaryan..."
Her voice was a whisper. Sin in a silk dress.
"Don't say my name like that," he warned, fists clenched.
She smiled, wicked and soft.
"Like what?"
"Like a prayer you don't believe in."
She was a dark romance writer hiding from her past.
He was a priest trying to outrun his own ghosts.
She wanted chaos.
He preached purity.
But temptation has a name.
And it sounds an awful lot like her.
He was her salvation.
But she... was his holy sin.