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Unholy Craving: A Forbidden Gay Romance

A Forbidden Gay Romance

by Lynn Burke

Unholy Craving - Lynn Burke - Sinful Natures
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ISBN: B09FKKV8HR
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As a newly appointed youth pastor, I blindly walk by faith, stumbling without the promised light down God’s chosen path.

Until a young man resurrects the sinful nature I’ve rejected in my strive for purity.

Isaac Van Dusen, my pastor’s son.

He’s troubled. Rebellious. Off limits to my lonely heart, yet gives me breath when I feel I’m drowning and in need of a savior.

Isaac’s hunger for sin rivals mine, the kind that consumes.

Burns like fire and brimstone.

I’m determined to stay in a constant state of prayer, begging for delivery from temptation—all while dreaming of being on my knees for entirely different reasons.

I want to submit to the unholy craving between us and worship the young man entrusted to my spiritual care.

But acting on the lusts of the flesh ensures our fall from grace, and I can’t allow him to be the second one to pay the price for my sins.

Even if it means living a lie for eternity.

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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Coming of Age, Coming Out / Closeted, Forbidden Love, Interracial Relationship, Second Chances, Student-Teacher, True Love
Word Count: 64000
Setting: Small town, Pennsylvania USA
Languages Available: English
Excerpt:

“Isaac!” Pastor Bram hollered up the stairs, his booming voice bringing my thoughts back from the path leading to darkness.

Footsteps sounded from the second floor, heavier as they approached the landing above us.

“Gird your loins,” Pastor Bram quietly stated, his own face frowning with trouble. “I warned him to behave, but he’s been his usual moody self since getting home from school. Perhaps it’s best if I leave you to it.”

I nodded, trusting his judgement.

Pastor Bram clasped my shoulder and moved toward the kitchen behind me, and I put on a casual, unintimidating smile.

Seventeen-year-old Isaac, the troubled senior in high school.

The pastor’s son who wore old black Vans and jeans with enough holes to act as an air conditioner.

He’d inherited his mother’s dark hair, I noted as he descended the stairs farther. His smooth jawline and pouty lips in profile made my groin tighten.

Lord, help me…

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My lungs stalled out, smile fading as Isaac reached the first floor and turned to greet me.

Our gazes met and held—and I froze, unable to tear my focus off the depths of his hazel eyes similar to his dad’s. Except these were pained and filled with wisdom for one so young.

He had the same pale, smooth skin of his Korean mother.

Stunningly beautiful.

A temptation to my baser instincts, the lure of sin I fought on a daily basis.

“So you’re my dad’s answer to prayer.” He stuck out his hand, continuing to hold my stare. The huskiness in his voice, his sarcastic tone attempted to bring life to my neglected dick.

“I’m just a man like any other,” I managed to choke out while clasping his hand. Fire raced across my palm and up my arm—ten times more attraction than any I’d felt for anyone in my twenty-six years.

Isaac took a quick glance down over my body before returning my steady gaze.  “Just a man, my ass.” His quiet murmur barely reached my ears, but his eyes stated a hell of a lot more—and heated me clear through to the marrow.

I yanked my hand away from his as though he’d scorched my flesh, bone-deep.

God, what trouble have you brought me into?

His unlit path hadn’t guided me to a new beginning, a home of hope like I’d asked Him for.

He had led me straight into temptation.

I prayed He would deliver me from evil.

 

© Lynn Burke 2021

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About the Author

Lynn Burke is an international bestselling and award-winning author. A stay-at-home mom, she’s a lover of coffee and vino, and with three spawn and two fur babies underfoot, noise levels dictate the daily switch-over time. In her few quiet ‘me’ moments, she can be found hunched over her Mac, trying to type as fast as her muse spews hot stories.