The Pastor

By Matilda Martel

Pastor Troy Donovan is only visiting for the summer. He’s leaving Texas for New Hampshire in six weeks and didn’t think he was in the market for a wife, especially one as young as 18-year-old Sadie Quinn. But ever since he first laid eyes on the pretty brunette, he hasn’t been able to think of anything else.
Wanting to get Sadie away from her cruel mother, Pastor Troy attempts to woo her, with an old-fashioned romance, culminating in their wedding before their departure, but his increasing lust, Sadie’s growing curiosity, a possible second suitor and her mother’s meddling make it almost impossible for him to do the right thing by his angelic Sadie.
If you like the premise of a sweet, old-fashioned type romance, but still like a steamy, sticky romance to spice things up, this is both! There is No cheating, a Guaranteed Happily Ever After- Not Even Premarital Sex! What? Well, Fantasies don’t count! Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matilda Martel
• Release date: Dec 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463550434

Matilda Martel

Matilda loves many things---her husband, dachshunds, cats, the two terrible Chihuahuas who live with her, Paris, New York, a few select friends and family, Nutella, books, lots and lots of books, and writing sweet, steamy romance for nerdy girls-- because that's who I am.If you like your romances steamy but sweet. Sexy, but on the shorter side. With smart and sassy heroines who fall for soulful Alphas- then you might like my books.I write A LOT of OMYW, cause that's just my bag. But no matter what kind of story it is, my ladies are always adored and my endings are always HEA.Please head to my blog: www.matildamartel.com, to learn what's in the final stages and will be coming out soon!Want a free Ebook? Join my mailing list to get my monthly newsletter at : www.matildamartel.com/mailinglist/

Book preview

One

Troy

I’ve never met anyone quite like Sadie. I didn’t know they made girls like her when I was eighteen-years-old. They sure as hell didn’t where I come from.  Her beautiful face, those stunning blue eyes, that long brown hair that cascades past her shoulders in waves, her breasts, shapely legs, her tiny waist that looks like she was corseted by the Almighty himself, have kept me on a pattern of sleepless nights since the day I first laid eyes on her.  

This girl is something else.

If I’d known she was here all along, I would have taken this assignment sooner, but since she’s only just turned eighteen, it’s for the best that I've only now arrived. God help me, I’m not sure I could have kept my hands to myself. I certainly would have tried, but even now, the wait to be alone with her is driving me insane with a lust I haven’t felt since middle school. 

The minute she walked through the door of Gatewood Church, in that cotton candy pink dress and that tight, white cardigan wrapped around those gorgeous, round breasts that no eighteen-year-old should have, I’ve been hooked. Being a man of God, I believe everything happens for a reason and the moment I saw her, I knew she was the reason I came here. There’s no doubt in my mind. This is destiny. She’s a sugary sweet, mouthwatering slice of delicious sin just waiting for me to consume, corrupt and ultimately revel in for the rest of my days.  

Have you signed up for choir, Sadie? I hover over her shoulder as she examines the bulletin board riddled with notices for our summer activities meant to keep people like her out of trouble. She’s been hesitant to choose, and I need to steer her towards the few I’m directing. As much as I hate to seem pushy, I’ve got two more months here and I have to put a ring on her finger before I head home. 

Shaking her head, she gazes up at me and sighs. I would feel too self-conscious to sing in a room full of people. I’m not very good. My sister is much better. 

She’s more than a foot shorter than me, tiny but full of sharp curves angling in every direction. When I draw closer, the smell of her perfume makes my head spin and I inhale it deep, imagining all the places she sprayed it on her freshly showered naked body. It’s smells sweet and fresh, like her. I’m desperate to have it sink into my skin or the fabric of my jacket so I can throw it over my head and smell her scent when I stroke off tonight. 

Placing my hand on her shoulder, I lean in. I bet you’re a fine singer. Who said you weren’t? Your mama? 

Sadie’s mother is notorious for knocking her youngest daughter down a few pegs on a regular basis. First thing on my list after we’re married, is getting my angel as far away from her brow-beating mother as possible.  

She nods, and then gazes up, batting her dark lashes to keep her misty eyes from producing tears. She’s the prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen and my heart aches to steal her away from a family who doesn’t see her worth.  

And I will. Soon.

Why don’t you come anyway? If you don’t feel comfortable singing, you can help me by playing piano or hand out sheet music.  

She smiles and chews her bottom lip, the same bottom lip I’ve fantasized about licking, biting and seeing wrapped around my hard cock. I’m a weak man. A weak man who needs to move away from this goddess before the stiffening I sense against my leg hardens to a shameful tent. Things would be so much easier if I could wear a robe, but the head pastor prefers to stick to suits. 

It’s been most inconvenient.

For the last four Sundays, I’ve finished the hour in agony, confused and restless after spending every ounce of mental energy warding off an erection from staring at the beautiful brunette in the fifth row. 

She signs the roster and replaces the pen.  

Will you please put in a word with my mother? She’ll think I’m choosing choir practice because it’s at night. She doesn’t trust me. 

An idea springs to mind and my pulse quickens with anticipation. I’ll do better than that, Sadie. You and I don’t live too far apart, I think.  

I know exactly where she lives. 

Why don’t I tell your mother I’ll give you a lift to and from choir practice? I’m sure she won’t question your motives if I escort you here and back home again. 

She nods with glee. That would be wonderful, Pastor Donovan. Mama wants me to spend time here over the summer, but there isn’t very much that appeals to me. Choir sounds fun. 

I’ll make sure you have loads of fun. And please call me, Troy. I struggle to contain the wicked smile that is surely creeping