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Book Title:
Tempted to Touch
Publisher:
Inheritance Books (October 27, 2015)
ASIN:
B013W6BUIY
Genre: Christian
Fiction
Author: Nigeria
Lockley
About The Book
Kira Seagram
is frustrated by her husband Mason’s zeal for the Lord, so she pours all of her
attention into her work and reserves her soprano singing skills for the shower.
Kira would rather not use them if she get can’t the adoration and recognition
she feels she deserves and doubts she’ll find singing lead for Mason’s choir.
When a routine drop off at her son, Nate’s private school turns into a ten-year
reunion with her ex-boyfriend, Quincy McAdams, Kira isn’t interested in Mason's
half-hearted affection or willing to keep her voice to herself. With a firm
offer from Quincy to help Kira cut a demo and possibly revive the love they let
die, Kira has some choices to make. When Kira finds herself tempted to touch
will she remain faithful to her husband or yield to the desires of her flesh?
Excerpt
When I
rounded the corner Meena, my secretary, was standing in front of her desk
smiling and waving at me. Her attentiveness and bright smile cut right into my
investigation into why my marriage was beginning to fail.
“Hi, Meena.
Did you miss me?” I asked, referring to the way she was waiting to greet me
like a lap dog.
“Mrs.
Seagram, you’re so funny,” she said, swiping her wispy brunette hair out of her
eyes. “I’m so excited to see you because I can’t wait to see the look on your
face when you go into your office.”
“Ugh.” I
groaned, letting my arms droop at my sides. “You didn’t redecorate again, did
you?”
“No. While
you were at lunch you received a delivery and it’s mighty extravagant. I hope
that after I’ve been married for ten years my husband still does things like
Mr. Seagram.”
“Thank you,
Meena. I’m sure it’s nothing out of the ordinary,” I said as I walked past her
desk. I turned the knob and my stomach dropped to my heels. On the other side
of the door a tall medley of flowers and fruit curled into a G clef awaited me.
A smile spread across my face as I approached this massive fruit salad
structure. I fingered the petals of the black orchids and inspected the
assortment of fruits—pineapple chunks, mangoes, and strawberries covered in
white chocolate. All of my favorite things were neatly assembled on my desk.
Mason must have thought there was another dog sniffing around his backyard.
“Excuse me,”
I said to Meena who was still standing in the doorway gawking at the flowers as
I picked up the phone and dialed Mason’s cell phone number.
He probably
thought this massive floral arrangement would get me to join the choir and keep
my affections at home. I would have preferred some new shoes. Shoot, for a new
pair of Fendi pumps I’d churn out “I Go to the Rock” in a heartbeat and have them
saints running up and down the aisle of our church in a minute.
“Praise the
Lord!” Mason shouted into the phone when he answered. Why did he have to be all
holy all the time?
“Hello,
Mason.”
“What’s
going on, my love? You usually don’t call me in the middle of the day.”
“You tell me
what’s going on, Mason. Do you think that a little gallant gesture and some
white chocolate will get me to work on the record with your choir?”
“What are
you talking about?”
“You know
exactly what I’m talking about. The floral arrangement—”
“Floral
arrangement?” he queried, cutting me off.
“If you
thought that an oversized wreath would get me to sing with that little gospel
choir of yours, you’re wrong.”
“Kira, I did
not send you any floral arrangement.”
Half
listening to his spiel, I dug my hand into the center of the arrangement and
removed the card. Without your voice my music is all blues and no rhythm. ~Q
I read the
message again and flashes of heat coursed through my fingers. His vulnerability
was sexy. Quincy McAdams had gone from a chemistry major to a music mogul and
his life was still missing something. The words on the card spoke louder to me
than Mason until he shouted into the receiver,
“Well, where
did the flowers come from? I will not ask again.”
Social
Links
Website: http://www.nigerialockley.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/authorNigeriaLockley
Twitter: www.twitter.com/NewNigeria
Purchase
Links
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