The Preacher’s Side Piece: Faith, Flesh, and Fornication: the Side Piece Series, Book 1

You ever been called a sinner for giving a man what his own wife forgot he needed?They think I’m just the preacher’s side chick. But they don’t know what it’s like to touch a man who spends all day saving souls but can’t find one to save his own. They don’t know the look in his eyes when he finally stops performing and starts breathing. I didn’t chase him. I just stopped running from what was already coming for both of us—need.See, men love to act like they want peace and prayer, but deep down? They need to be wanted. Not worshiped. Wanted. They need a hand on their chest reminding them they’re still alive. And a woman who sees past their sermons to the pulse beating under the collar.Call it sin if you want. But what we got? It’s more honest than most people’s marriages. I don’t need his title or his house. I just need that truth between us—the kind you can feel in the dark when the whole world’s pretending not to want.Because in the end, holiness don’t keep you warm.Hunger does.