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About the author:
She is currently working on a number of projects, including the follow-on book to The Architect, and aspires to be a well-known author.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Jessica Collins used to dread Sunday mornings. The thought of having to get up early after a long week of work to attend church with her grandparents used to grate at her, but not anymore. Ever since she attended the Sunday service three weeks ago and met the new Reverend James Ashworth, she has been up extra early, suited and booted and ready to gaze at him from a distance whilst he preaches to the congregation.
The last vicar, Edward, would send her to sleep with his dull monotone voice and hymns that would make you want to commit suicide. His sermons would always overrun, and he would always insist on collaring her after the service to persuade her to help out in the church, to which she would always politely remind him that she didn’t have the time anymore due to her new job. However, if the new Reverend was to ask, which she was hoping he would, she would gladly give up her evenings to help out, if only to be in his company and listen to his deep sensuous voice.
Jessica had a sneaking suspicion that the Rev. had a thing for her. When being introduced for the first time by Sandra, one of the regular hat-wearing churchgoers, she could have sworn he gave her the once over, but discarded the look as a figment of her imagination. A man of the cloth would never do such a thing. Would he?
Her suspicions increased with the following week. When it came to the signing of the peace, he almost immediately headed her way and grasped her hand softly, giving her a warm smile as he uttered the words, “Peace be with you, Jessica.”
Feeling the area between her legs tingle at his touch, she envisaged God that very moment writing her name on the list for Hell as she returned the peace with damp knickers. And from that moment on, she has not been able to get him out of her mind. The Reverend, that is.