The Other Man -- Book Two of the Sins of the Flesh Series
eLectio Publishing, released December 16, 2014
Genre: Inspirational Fiction/ Romance
About The Author
Parker J. Cole is a writer and radio show host who spends most of her time reading, knitting, writing, cooking, and concocting new ideas for stories. Her first novel, Dark Cherub, won Best of Spring Reading 2013 from eMediaCampaigns. She lives in Michigan with her husband and their beloved dog, Sarah.
About The Book
Leah Westwood loves her husband Jacob with all her heart, even as the smoldering glances of her ex-flame Vincent Miller continue to affect her. What she once shared with Vincent threatens to rip apart the bonds she is trying to build with her husband. Jacob's heart belongs to Leah, but his body refuses to accept that. Rachel is the one who has been his mainstay at the most difficult times in his life. How could he leave her alone? Vincent wants Leah back and all he has to do is watch and wait as Jacob and Leah's relationship unravels. Ultimately, Leah must make a choice . . . between fantasy and fidelity.
REVEREND AND MRS. JACOB WESTWOOD AND VINCENT
Vincent Miller stared at the beaming bride, who stood at the altar as she married Jacob Westwood. He had never seen Leah Martin look so beautiful. She had always been a looker, but now at her wedding, she had a bridal glow about her. Her caramel skin radiated with a golden sheen, the thick riot of russet curls shimmered, and her ivory gown was the perfect complement to her curves.
She laughed as she gave her flowers to her maid of honor. A little boy came down the aisle with a broom decorated with pink ribbons and frills. When the little boy placed the broom at the bride and groom’s feet, she and Jacob jumped over it. The bridegroom tripped and his arms flailed to keep from falling. The church rang with laughter as he smiled and stole another kiss from his new bride.
Vincent had seen Leah in all manner of undress, but he’d never kissed her. The numerous things they’d done to each other floated in his mind. Yet, as he saw Jacob kiss Leah again, longer and deeper, he wondered what it would have felt like to lock lips with her. Her husband seemed to enjoy it as the kiss continued and the church attendants cheered them on.
Later, as he stood in line to congratulate the newlyweds, he wondered if she had revealed to her new husband her nearly virgin status. He and Leah had never gone all the way, but they’d come pretty close. The last time, six years ago, had been the most intense. At one point, she had completely lost restraint as she begged him to take her. To fall off the edge had been so tempting but he had held back with Herculean willpower.
Another man was able to take her and join himself to her the way he had longed to do, and God would sanction the action. His lips twisted to the side as a coil of regret knotted and tied deep in his gut as he watched them.
Third in line, Vincent watched with hooded eyes as Leah hugged more guests while the photographer took pictures of the bride and groom with everyone in the receiving line. As his turn came up, he braced himself and allowed his face to show only happiness for her.
“Vincent!” she screamed in his ear as she hugged him. The world receded. The flash of the photographer’s camera faded as an onslaught of sensations cascaded over his mind and heated his surging blood. His nostrils flared as he greedily inhaled the cocoa butter–scented skin. The assault of that delicious aroma nearly made his eyes roll into the back of his head. All her round, soft curves melted into his solid frame like warmed syrup over pancakes. The gentle clasp of her arms around his middle effectively imprisoned him, but he was a willing captive. He gritted his teeth in an attempt to still his senses from saturating themselves in the presence of this woman. Yet, when she pulled back from him an instant later, his body ached to hold her again.
The sound of the husband’s voice was an ice cold bucket of distraction that disintegrated the hold Leah’s presence had on him. Vincent gave himself a mental shake as he tugged on the ends of his suit and smoothed his hair in a nonchalant way. He hoped as he reached out to shake the groom’s hand that the slight tremble of his own hand wasn’t visible.
“Congrats, you guys.” How words erupted from his mouth was a mystery. Before he could say more, the photographer gestured and Leah jumped between them with her arms around their necks.
Vincent’s lips stretched and curved upward as a sardonic voice whispered in his mind. Smile for the camera.
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