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The Nun's Corruption (Book 2 of "The Nun's Seduction")
The Nun's Corruption (Book 2 of "The Nun's Seduction")
The Nun's Corruption (Book 2 of "The Nun's Seduction")
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The Nun's Corruption (Book 2 of "The Nun's Seduction")

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The nuns of St. Guinevere have done it. In this sequel to "The Nun's Seduction," the angel Belial has been summoned, brought to earth to satisfy their every lusty desire. But some of the sisters are getting cold feet. Do they have the strength to withstand his sexual power? Or will they take part in "The Nun's Corruption?"

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This is right.

The entire day seemed to coalesce, suddenly, snapping into focus as instantly as if she had been suffering from vision problems and had been handed a set of glasses. She knew, in that moment, that she never wanted to be parted from Belial, or from Abigail or Consuela. Her heart expanded, breaking the shackles of her self-imposed solitude.

The angel beneath her nodded, as if he could read her mind. “Now?”

“God, yes!”

She tried to shift, to take his jutting manhood inside her body, but found her effort stymied as Belial’s hands closed around her narrow hips.

Her mouth hung open with disbelief as she found herself lifted effortlessly off the ground, hanging in midair. Her toes reached down, seeking the solidity of the earth, but found only the warm summer breeze. “What?”

“Spread your legs for me, lovely Merry.” Belial smiled up at her, and she felt herself smiling in response. “I haven’t done this in a very long time.”

She shook her head. “You’re insane.” But she did as he bid, spreading her legs wide, as if she were some sort of erotic gymnast.

Slowly, how slowly he lowered her, aiming her seething center at the head of his phallus. As it approached her, she bit her lip, knowing that this step, one taken, was irrevocable.

Belial seemed to sense her hesitation, for his eyes locked with hers. “It’s not too late. You can always say no. I’ll stop. I’ll always stop, if you ask.”

She shook her head. “No. I want this.” I wouldn’t stop now for anything.

“Brave Meredith.” Slowly, with infinite gentleness, he lowered her, his angelic phallus piercing her, filling her with holy rapture...

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Release dateMar 3, 2018
ISBN9781370355136
The Nun's Corruption (Book 2 of "The Nun's Seduction")
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Alana Church

Born and raised in Illinois, Alana attended the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, graduating with a degree in Education in 1994. She soon found out that the teaching life was not for her, and after a series of adventures has settled down in the Chicago suburbs, where she works for a telecommunications company.Alana lives alone, surrounded by books, pictures, a pile of story ideas, and a turtle named Pedro.

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    The Nun's Corruption (Book 2 of "The Nun's Seduction") - Alana Church

    The Nun’s Corruption

    By Alana Church

    Artwork by Moira Nelligar

    Copyright 2018 Alana Church

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    ~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

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    Damn him. And damn her. And damn me for being such an idiot.

    Meredith Adams swore to herself as she stalked up the stairs to the fourth-floor garret where she and Consuela and Abigail had stashed the angel they had summoned the previous night.

    I should have known better. Should have known that Consuela would try to keep him for herself. No matter what we had agreed on.

    Of course, she reminded herself bitterly, they had never actually agreed to anything. And Consuela, as she should have known, was not the sort to deny herself any sort of pleasure. Especially when it came wrapped in such an attractive package.

    But who could have ever dreamed that their summoning, caused in equal parts by Friday-night boredom, wine, the thrill of Abigail’s completed translation of the Gospel of Mary Magdalene, and for her part at least, a complete disbelief that anything would actually happen, would actually succeed? Merry knew that she hadn’t. When the incredibly sexy, blonde-haired angel had appeared before them, she had nearly fainted dead away. He was sex made incarnate, given human form, and her body had been instantly filled with uncontrollable lust. And his voice, when he spoke! It was as if every word struck a corresponding chord within her body, leaving it helpless to do anything else but prepare for lovemaking.

    It had taken all of her carefully-constructed calm, honed over years of parental neglect, to keep herself from pulling off her clothes and letting the angel take her in whatever way he pleased. Just the memory was enough to turn her knees to water. As it was, trying to hide her desire, she had completely lost her temper, ranting at the angel like her mother when she was in one of her moods, then fuming and muttering to herself in an ill-tempered snit as she and Consuela and Abbie had trooped back down the stairs to their rooms.

    But she had not factored in Connie’s infamous libido. Which, when she stopped to think about it, made her twice a fool. Leaving an angel, created by God for the sole purpose of pleasing women who had devoted themselves to religious service, in the same house as Consuela, who seemed determined to live up (or down) to every stereotype about hot-blooded Latina women, was simply asking for trouble.

    Or, in this case, asking for Connie to have sex with an angelic being.

    It had been obvious at breakfast that morning. The Latina woman, her dark skin almost glowing in the early-morning light, had radiated a sense of drowsy, sensual contentment. Her lips had curved in a soft smile completely unlike her usual, hard-edged expression as Merry sat down beside her.

    Good morning, she had said, her voice a throaty murmur.

    Is it? She felt her eyebrows pinch down in a suspicious scowl.

    "Yes. A beautiful morning." A finger stole across the table to stroke the back of her hand.

    She pulled her hand back, unwilling to play Consuela’s usual teasing game, which had begun after she had broken off their short-lived affair, and shook her head. You did it, didn’t you? she said, somehow keeping her voice low. You went to him last night. Belial.

    No. Her smile widened as Merry looked at her in disbelief. I didn’t come to him. He came to me. A throaty giggle. "And then he came in me. Of, course, she continued, I will say that his presence was welcome. Very welcome."

    She bit her lip, keeping furious words locked behind her teeth, as a wave of bitter jealousy surged through her body. Silent, she attacked her plate of sliced fruit savagely, stabbing helpless bits of pineapple and cantaloupe as if they had committed unspeakable crimes.

    Merry? At the hesitant word, she looked up. Consuela was looking…well, not guilty. She didn’t doubt that Suela would have blinked in complete incomprehension at the suggestion that she had anything to feel guilty about. But she did look…concerned. You’re not angry, are you? If I had thought that you were going to invite Belial to your room, I…

    I’m not angry, she said, hating the peevish sound of her own voice. It reminded her of her mother at her passive-aggressive, guilt-tripping worst. "I’m disappointed. I

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