The Other Man -- Book Two of the Sins of the Flesh Series
eLectio Publishing, released December 16, 2014
ASIN: B00PSGEKFW
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.
EXCERPT
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.
“Hey,
Vincent.”
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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