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Alter Christus – Episode 2

Published at Erotica Readers and Writers Association Treasure Chest |Copyright © 2005 Teresa Wymore. All Rights Reserved. | Erotic romance | Contemporary M/F | *** Seven parishioners were in the rectory’s den when Duncan arrived…

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Alter Christus – Episode 1

Maggie brushed her palms across the gray hair above Duncan’s ears. She cherished the contrast between his boyish barber cut and his bristly old-man hair, between his soft skin and sandpaper stubble. As she pressed her lips to his cheek, she tasted the remains of aftershave and bourbon, a carnal melody as stimulating as it was indecent. He smelled like her father.

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Heart of the Rose – Episode 5

Christmastide: Feast of the Nativity Raphael left behind his life as parish priest on Christmas Eve. It was a tradition that none of the angels should remain enfleshed through the feast day of the Lord’s…

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Heart of the Rose – Episode 4

Fourth Week of Advent After receiving a phone call, Charles drove fifteen miles to the hospital in Maquoketa. Lillian had been under observation without any serious injuries, although she remained in a state of confusion….

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Heart of the Rose – Episode 3

Third Week of Advent “What’s that?” Charles looked up in surprise. Raphael stood at his office door. “Nothing. A book of art.” Raphael took a seat. “What kind of art?” Charles slid the book across…

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Heart of the Rose – Episode 2

Second Week of Advent “Well, I just don’t think we can stay with this parish. This isn’t what the Church teaches.” John Gottschalk’s lips remained tight, and without making eye contact, he left with his…

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Heart of the Rose – Episode 1

Drifting through the house, Raphael passed the kitchen table where a wreath encircled four candles propped in brass holders. One of the candles had been burned, its tapered contour lined with a hardened flow of wax. By custom he knew the candle to be violet and the wreath pine, but in his spiritual form he could not distinguish such features.