Matt Greenlee has managed to mix an active ministry with his secret life as a science fiction writer. When he's assigned a new -- female -- editor, Matt senses disaster. What sort of damage will she do his next bestseller? And once he sees her, he wonders what kind of damage she could do to his heart.
AJ Mercer edits books for a living, and she's good at it. But, Pastor Matt is a challenge as an author, and as a man, even more so. Her wingy, crystal-power, anything-goes mother advises her to go with the flow. AJ's offbeat upbringing has left her wary of both Christianity and men, but she's attracted to her client. The gloves are off -- his biases versus her need for success.
When these two mix it up over a book, can they find happiness, either loving or literary?
At two minutes after the hour, he heard a car door open. Certain that it was unseemly for a minister to peek through the windows, he put his eye to the open casement anyway. She put one leg out the car door. A slender, dainty leg, encased in black to the toe of the chunky, stylish shoe. Then the rest of her emerged, a sight that made Matt's jaw drop.
She was built like original sin.
He gaped. The female, presumably AJ Mercer, put both hands behind a swan-like neck and took her time stretching the kinks out. With her short black skirt she wore an amber turtleneck, the sort of shirt nobody with a spare pound could manage. Her height was below average, though perfect proportions made those dancer's legs appear longer than they could possibly be. Her hair was worn short, not long as he liked it on women. A sleek, trendy haircut for ebony brown hair that shone like mink in the sun.
His mouth went dry with a sudden burst of interest. Now where on earth did that zip of awareness come from? "Relax," he muttered, flexing tension out of his arms. "Twenty-nine, single, normal. People get attractions from time to time. Chill."
The impossible editor grabbed a brown leather attaché and approached the church doors. Lloyd Daviess could bluster and boom until the Second Coming. Matt would not, could not court catastrophe like this. "Aw, c'mon, Greenlee," he scolded himself. "Get real. You sound like a Dr. Seuss storybook."
He glanced around. His office was its usual tidy self, courtesy of his faithful secretary Jeri and disposable dust rags. A few books, of course, piled on the flat surfaces, but nothing out of the ordinary for a science fiction writing preacher.
He prepared for this affront of an editor with the jazz dancer's walk. Matt made sure his plaid shirt was tucked into his jeans all the way around. He scrubbed his front teeth with a frantic tongue, trying to recall if he'd eaten broccoli for lunch. He thrust both hands through his hair to finger-comb it, and fled his office. There wasn't time for more.
Wrong again, Jake Starborn whispered just behind his left ear. It's the Warrior's duty to approve the female, not the other way around. "Shut up, Jake." He forced himself to descend the stairs toward the parking lot.
His footsteps on the pavement didn't make her glance his way, so he cleared his throat. "Hello."
Her dark head snapped up. "This is a church." She didn't spit the word, not quite.
Matt feigned shock, glancing around at the big two-story sanctuary, the attached classroom and office wing, the day care center's fenced play area. "You know, you're right. Now when did they put this up? There was a perfectly good diner here a few years ago."
Posted by Michelle Sutton on 5th Feb 2013
There was great tension throughout this story. I loved the way the author brought out the judgmental attitudes of some people in the book and how she showed that assumptions aren't often correct. Plus, judging someone because they write fiction is preposterous. Hehehe. Seriously, it was an enjoyable read and I finished it quickly because it was so interesting.