The Relic
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⚠️ Contains explicit scenes, priest kink, sinful thoughts, and soft cruelty dressed as devotion. This isn't just spice-it's possession.
A dark, forbidden priest romance with gothic supernatural tension
When Selene receives a letter sealed in wax and written in a dead woman's hand, her carefully curated life in New York begins to unravel. The inheritance? An ancient church buried deep in a forgotten village. The catch? Her bloodline was never normal to begin with.
Raised without answers, Selene has always felt wrong in her own skin-haunted by vivid dreams, aching desire, and a darkness she can't name. But when she arrives at the church her grandmother left her, something stirs beneath the gravestones. The relic buried in the altar is waking. And so is he.
Lucien is a priest bound by more than vows. He has never touched a woman. Never kissed. Never broken. Until her.
He should run from the flame.
He kneels instead.
But some sins don't ask permission. And some bloodlines don't stay buried.
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The Crimson Claim
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I felt him before I saw him. The air shifted, heavy and electric, and then he was there - filling the doorway of my shop like he owned it. Like he owned me. His eyes dragged over me slowly, deliberately, until my skin burned. I told myself to look away, to breathe, to move - but my body betrayed me. Lucien stepped closer, the scent of smoke and danger clinging to him. He reached out, brushing a single petal from my shoulder, his fingers grazing my skin as if testing how easily I'd break. "You hide behind flowers," he murmured, voice low enough to curl around my spine. "But I see the truth. You're trembling for me." My lips parted, but no words came. My pulse thundered, my knees weak, and still I couldn't step back. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "You don't know it yet, Dahlia," he whispered, "but you're already mine." Dahlia Hart lives a quiet life running her late father's flower shop a haven of color and calm in a world she keeps at arm's length. But one night changes everything. She witnesses a brutal crime, and in doing so, catches the attention of a man who doesn't tolerate witnesses. A man who doesn't let go. Lucien Moretti is cold, dominant, and untouchable a man who built his empire on control, fear, and precision. When he learns that the only person who saw what happened is the daughter of a man who once betrayed him, his interest turns personal. Dahlia is no longer just a threat. She's a loose end. A legacy. A possession waiting to be claimed. But Dahlia isn't as fragile as she seems. And Lucien, for all his cruelty, finds himself drawn to her innocence in ways he didn't expect. What begins as a hunt becomes something darker an obsession. One that blurs the line between protection and possession, desire and domination. This is my first book I hope you like it 🤗
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