Meridian and the Missionaries: Exposed: A Taboo, Forbidden Sexual Escapade, #5

By Jezabelle Blaise

Her prayers have been more than answered.

Meridian’s prayed for a new life since her husband didn’t come home from his last mission. When she’s assigned the position of Innkeeper she's sure her prayers have finally been answered. 

Jethro and “Zeke” are assigned to baptize Meri in her new role amongst the faithful. They’ve got to keep her on the one true path and ensure she knows how to fulfill all the needs of her guests, no matter what is requested.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jezabelle Blaise
• Release date: Jul 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507017289

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Newsletter

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Epilogue

Excerpt from Willow and the Warlock

Other Exposed Books

About the Author

Copyright

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Meri swept the porch for the fourth time that morning. Finally, her life was moving forward again. Her two guests were arriving any moment and the place had to be immaculate. They had to be impressed with this, her maiden voyage into the realm of innkeeper for the many missionaries sent out into the world by the church. It was the first thing that the elders had allowed her to do in the last year. She couldn’t go back to being just another grieving widow. She couldn’t stand one more minute of it.

She stopped sweeping and stood silently on the porch, looking out down the dusty road. It tugged at her, that empty road. What was around the curve in the bend? She wanted to go out into the big wide world and see for herself what it was like. She glanced down at her breasts and not for the first time, swore at the fates that had made her a woman.

Meridian, girls and women stay home. They don’t go out into the world. It isn’t safe. The many male voices of her past whispered through her head. Why was it considered safe for men, then? Especially when a man would go out on his assignment for the elders and never come home. First her father, then her brother and now her husband, the man the elders had chosen for her, the man who had changed her life and made her happy to stay home and be his North star, bringing him back time after time from missions and engagements the Elders had sent him on. They’d fucked like bunnies but in all that time Meri had never gotten pregnant and now her husband was gone and she had no children. She loved God, but mostly spent her days in prayer asking for forgiveness for hating the Elders.

Her hand on her brow to block out the sun, she stood straighter. Was that a dust cloud on the horizon? It was. It could only mean one thing. Her first two guests were on their way. She had to make sure that the house and their visit went perfectly. No way was she ever giving up this chance at being something, someone. She’d walk down that road and out into the big, unsafe, wide world before she’d let that happen.

She quickly went inside, put the broom away and rushed up the stairs. The Elders had sent her the guest information on the two guests and she wanted to make sure that each had exactly what they wanted, what they needed in their rooms.

At the top of the stairs, she turned into the room facing west. This would be the one for Ezekial. Zeke, she needed to remember that he preferred to be called Zeke. He didn’t appreciate the mornings and so a room facing away from the east would best suit him. She brushed the deep indigo coverlet and removed the wrinkles from the spread. His bio made him sound like an exacting young man. He was two years her junior at twenty-three, but had already been sent out on several assignments for the Church. He was the one that she looked forward to speaking with. He was supposed to be a cheerful soul with a gift for stories. She wanted to hear about the world beyond the valley, beyond the rules of the Elders. Were there really cities with electric lights that worked all the time? Were there really places where women led and men followed? She smiled at the thought and shook her head. Her brother had to have been pulling her leg with that story, although her father had smiled and ruffled her head when she went to him with the tale.

She left the room and quickly crossed to the east facing room. It was flooded with light and the coverlet in this room was a pristine white. She’d had to remove the mirror from the room itself and replace the furniture with some from her own room. This particular guest was more of an aesthetic, apparently. The name Jethro meant his excellence, his eminence, his posterity. She giggled at the thought. Yes, she knew it didn’t reference his ass, but the thought still made her giggle. She’d need to focus on the other meanings of his name or shame herself and lose this new possibility. Jethro didn’t seem to be someone who would have a sense of humor about much, let alone his name.

He likes to rise early and spend his first hours in silent prayer. He prefers to have a room with a clean and minimal appearance so it doesn’t interfere with his focus. This wasn’t a man who’d enjoy a quick game of slap and tickle and a tumble in the grass. The tears welling up in her eyes caught her off guard. She missed her husband and apparently always would. She’d been told that her lack of pregnancy meant that she wouldn’t be married again. They couldn’t waste the precious seed of the men on an infertile field. The Good Book spoke to this. She’d never have a quick game of slap and tickle again, unless she went down that dusty road and left the valley and her world behind. She closed her eyes, wiped away the tears and took a deep breath. She had a chance at something new with this venture. She’d grab it with both hands and make something of her life.

The knock at the door spun her on her heels and she looked down at her brown dress. It fell below her knees and slightly above her ankles. Without the five petticoats required for public appearance, it was a tad long, but as she was in her home, it was completely appropriate despite the way the fabric clung to her legs as she walked. The room was flawless. She hurried down the hall and down the back stairs. In the kitchen, she took the tray with water pitchers and glasses from the counter. She walked toward the front door and carefully balanced the tray on one hand as she reached out to open the door.

Welcome, messengers of the Lord. Please come in and abide in my home. I am Meridian.

Her eyes widened at the two men who stood in front of her. She swallowed against the sudden lust that dampened her drawers. Even her husband hadn’t had this effect on her in the beginning. These two men were beautiful in their awfulness. The one had a scar that crossed his face from the top right to the bottom left as if someone with an axe had tried to split his head open. It had missed his eye barely, but his nose was a ruined mess. She wanted to lick the puckers and valleys of his furrowed skin.

We hope our appearance doesn’t frighten you, Mistress of the House, the scarred one said.

No. Your appearance was expected and my home is open to any who serve the Lord and protect our valley. Please come in. Her gaze remained on his face until he passed into the coolness of the hall behind