Title: A Touch of Lust
Series: A Feather’s Touch #1
Author: Michelle Horst
Genre: Romance
Release Date: February 2, 2017
Blurb
Mila
The ways of the commune is the only way I know. Born into sin, I have to repent daily.
If we follow the laws of the Brothers, our sins will be forgiven, and they will take us with them to the Promised Land. All I have been taught is that I’m bad, shameful and a whore.
But, in the deepest part of my heart I can’t help but wonder about life. Is the way of The Order really the only way?
I listen to the teachings. I watch my sisters as they dutifully do what they’re told.
With every passing day I can feel my faith slipping away. How can I believe in something that feels so wrong?
I feel like an outsider.
Liam
Order of the Promised Land - I have this intense hunger for revenge against them.
Because of them, my sister took her own life.
Instead of getting my revenge, I get Mila. What the hell am I supposed to do with her? She thinks I’m her way to the Promised Land. The only path I’ll lead her down is the one to damnation.
Dad started The Rosie Wright Foundation in honor of Rosie. It’s a shelter for women and somehow it’s become the heart of our small town. I have no choice but to tolerate Mila.
There’s only one problem – somehow my hate is turning into lust.
Excerpt
My first instinct is to cover myself, but the scorching look in his eyes makes me stand still.
My conscience screams at me that this is wrong, but it’s quickly silenced by the sinner in me.
“Don’t look at me like I’m your ticket to the promised land, babe. I’ll only lead you to hell.”
Heat spreads through my body and tiny tongues of desire lick at my skin.
“You make me want to be a bad girl,” I whisper. My voice is hoarse with sinful need.
I want to feel his touch. I want to be defiled by him
My conscience screams at me that this is wrong, but it’s quickly silenced by the sinner in me.
“Don’t look at me like I’m your ticket to the promised land, babe. I’ll only lead you to hell.”
Heat spreads through my body and tiny tongues of desire lick at my skin.
“You make me want to be a bad girl,” I whisper. My voice is hoarse with sinful need.
I want to feel his touch. I want to be defiled by him
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