From the author of Mistress No More
comes a sexy, exciting novel about an ex-mistress who’s doing her best to give up her bad-girl ways…
When Jessa Bell revealed she was having an affair with one of her best friends’ husbands, no one would have predicted she’d soon be playing the part of the reformed mistress—least of all Jessa. But her experience—and ensuing remorse—has landed her on all the national talk shows and scored her a major book deal. Now that she’s pregnant with her ex-lover’s baby, Jessa’s determined to cash in on all the attention. Trouble is, she isn’t feeling much genuine regret.
Shunned by her former friends, Jessa is still being propositioned by married men—and decides to start a business to help wives catch their cheating husbands. But when more secrets about her past are exposed, it’s going to be tough for her to stay on the straight and narrow—even if it spells disaster for her future…
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"...a fast-paced, sexy romp that is entertaining from start to finish."
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“I am standing outside the gated community of
Richmond Hills, which has been shocked by tonight’s
fatal shooting inside one of the community’s
affluent homes. The police and the medical coroner
are on the scene investigating the apparent self-
inflicted shooting. The name of the deceased is being
withheld at this time, but it’s being reported that the
shooting occurred in the home of his alleged mistress—
just a block down from the home he once
shared with his estranged wife. It seems the violence
tonight was the culmination of the deceased stalking
his mistress after she tried to end the affair. After
being distraught by strangling her, the victim delivered
one fatal shot to his head by a 9mm gun registered
in his name. A next-door neighbor happened
to be walking by when the gun was shot and rushed
inside to discover the bodies. And that was an act of
sheer luck for Jessa Bell, as her neighbor, who is definitely
a hero, was able to perform CPR and revive
her until the paramedics arrived on the scene. She is
now in stable condition at Fairmount Hospital. I
will continue to report on this scandalous crime as
details continue to unfold. This is Maria Vargas reporting
for WCBL. Now back to you—”
The television set quickly faded to black. I didn’t really
need to watch the news report to know what happened. It
was my life—or nearly the end of my life—that they speculated
upon and spread like the clap in a whorehouse. As
if almost dying wasn’t enough, now my reputation would
get skewered as my sins were put on Front Street. They
might as well slap the scarlet letter on my chest and push
me back into the mid-1600s.
Sighing, I turned my head on the lifeless pillow to look
out through the slats of the blinds of the hospital room’s
window. Nothing but the moon or some light reflecting on
a huge silver mechanical device on the rooftop of the
shorter building next door filled my vision. Not a blessed
thing to distract me from my thoughts, my reflections. My
sins. My death.
I shivered and pressed my fingertips to the bruises on
my throat as a vision of Eric’s face filled with anger and
murder flashed before me. I shook my head a bit trying to
free myself of the vision, only to have it replaced by the
brief memory of Eric’s blood and brains seeping from his
head as they rolled my weak body past him on the
Tilting my head up on the pillow, I bit my bottom lip as
tears filled my eyes. I closed my lids, but the tears still
raced down my cheeks.
I almost died tonight.
That was a chilling fact . . . and I felt it to my bones.
Karma is and always will be a bitch.
I betrayed a friend to have Eric—her husband—in my
And I learned the hard way you have to be careful what
you ask for. The man I fought to win at any cost became
my enemy instead of the love of my life. He tried to kill me
because I turned my back on his half-lies and part-time
Again, I see his face above mine as he tried his hardest
to kill me.
I knew that the three friends I turned into enemies
would probably gloat or toast with cocktails how the tables
had turned on me. How being the mistress of someone’s
husband had almost killed me. Tonight I was just a
few seconds short of being able to spill all my sins directly
to God—or the devil—and that scared the shit out of me.
You have to change, Jessa Bell, I told myself, forcing my
hand away from the bruises on my neck and ignoring the
tenderness of my throat as I swallowed.
Releasing a heavy breath, I reached out to the side rail
and pressed the button to call for the nurse.
“Yes?” someone said over the intercom after a few moments.
“Is there a chaplain on duty?” I asked, my voice slightly
“Yes. Would you like for me to call him for you?”
I paused. The end of your life was all about heaven or
“Yes,” I whispered, trying to ease the use of my tender
vocal cords. “Tell him there is a sinner who needs his help