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.
“J-hun! Can you get the door, please? I’m busy in the kitchen here!” she yelled again. When he didn’t answer, she groaned as she washed and dried her hands quickly and ran down the hall to the back door.
The instant she opened the door, Glenn smiled. “Hey, Leah!” The February wind wasn’t as chilly today.
“Glenn, how good to see you. Come in!” She hugged him in a swift manner, worried about the food. “Come in. Jacob will be down in a moment. He’s just finishing getting dressed. I gotta check on the food so make yourself comfortable. I know you brought somebody with you. Tell them to close the door. You can put your coats on the couch and I’ll put them up.” With that, she ran back to the kitchen and checked on the steaks. Good, they hadn’t burned yet. Taking a fork, she tested the tenderness. As she took the steaks out of the pan, she heard the door close and the murmur of voices. Probably Glenn talking to his friend.
“Hey, guys! Come on in the kitchen and take a seat at the table,” she called out and ran to her pot of whole potatoes and fresh string beans. They were done. She turned off the pot and dumped the contents in the strainer in the kitchen sink, draining them. Picking up the bowl next to the sink, she transported the potatoes and beans. Whirling over to the oven, she opened it. Large, golden brown yeast rolls met her critical eye. Withdrawing them, she intoned, “Give us this day our daily bread.”
Footsteps sounded on the tile in the kitchen. She barely glanced behind her as she said, “Go ahead and sit down. Dinner will be ready in a few.” Seeing Jacob hadn’t come down yet, Leah screamed once more, “J-hun! Baby! Dinner is almost ready! Hurry up!”
She heard the door to his office open from upstairs. “Sorry, Leah girl.
Just finished a call.”
“Well, come on. Our guests are here. You can conduct business later.”
“Coming!” She heard him walk to the bathroom and close the door.
She placed the bowl of potatoes and string beans on the island counter. She glanced up just in time to see a pair of feet disappear from the kitchen. Glenn answered her unspoken question as he said, “He forgot his phone in the car.”
“Oh.” She positioned the bowl on the table and placed the platter of steaks next to it, then went back to the stove to glaze the rolls with butter. The back door opened at the same time Jacob’s feet treaded on the stairs.
“Hey! How’s it going?” Jacob greeted. Leah’s brow furrowed a bit as she tried to think who of Glenn’s friends Jacob knew.
After she had placed the rolls on a plate, she turned and placed it on the table.
“Leahgirl, look who’s here.”
She glanced up and saw Vincent Miller stare at her with those dark eyes that gleamed and assessed her. She gulped. The word gorgeous didn’t begin to describe the man. On her wedding day, she’d taken little note of it. But now, in the confines of the house, his attractiveness drew her with a magnetic quality. Her eyes couldn’t stop taking him in. His body, sheathed with tightly contoured coal black skin, emanated an almost luminescent sheen of power held in check. His hair, short cropped and smooth, sat above broad, firmly pressed eyebrows. The lids with their heavily fringed lashes rested above the eyes she’d seen in all kinds of lighting, from a bright overhead lamplight in a kitchen to the dimness of a bedroom.
The smoothness of his face was interrupted by a light, neat scruff of a beard. It added to the tamed arrogance beneath the surface. He had a good mouth, full with a thin, manicured mustache, and his nose, a tad too narrow, supplemented the arresting handsomeness of his face.
His body, as she knew, had fluid, compact muscles along his arms, to his stomach and his legs. Clothes rested on him almost gladly and tonight was no exception. The fitted long-sleeved gray sweater showed his toned arms to perfection and the gunmetal-colored jeans hugged his legs like a woman’s hands.
She took in all of this in the space of a brief glance and then she reacted. “Hey, Vincent!” she screamed as she ran and hugged him. The rock-like impact against her softness flooded heat to her face and she made sure to keep the embrace short. “How are you!” she asked with false cheeriness.
“I’m fine. Thanks for having me. Sure smells good in here.” His voice, deep as always, flowed over her like a caress.
How could that be? How could the man still have this effect on her? They hadn’t touched each other in years. Shouldn’t she be over it by now?
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