THE EMERALD TRIANGLE


There is a magic about the forbidden
that makes it utterly desirable.


Father Truman Burgess:  I broke my rules for her.
Brought together again after ten years when a suspicious death has gossiping tongues wagging all across town, I don't want to believe what they're saying about Simone Wharton.  She was mine ten years ago and I crave her again now.  My adulterous desire would topple me again from my throne.  I've barely survived one scandal.  Can the citizens of Cinnabar forgive another one?

Simone:  Truman has matured into a fine, mysterious, devoted man.  Unfortunately, he is eminently fuckable.  The white collar he wears is a continuous reminder how out of my reach he is.  I want to scream from the rooftops that he's my man!  But does he only belong to God?

He broke his rules for me.  It's the most delicious, sensual thing to ever happen to me.










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