The Bastard Preacher: The Televangelist

Smooth, handsome and self serving Jamie Lee Vincent decides there's easy money in religion after attending a big tent revival in his home town of Tyler, Texas. Catching the interest of Reverend Sonny Riverton's youngest daughter, the lovely and vivacious, Missy, Jamie Lee rides it for all it's worth into the world of fame and fortune.

EXCERPT

I can tell you're bad for me, but I can't resist those sad brown eyes and that sideways smile. I still have a boyfriend, so we are not...I repeat, not going to make love. You got that straight?"

"What're we going to do, then?"

"Well to start I'm gonna save your tight little buns, which I'll wager need a lot of saving. Am I right?"

Jamie Lee felt a flush but didn't answer.

Missy unlocked the front door and stepped in and he followed. "Wow What kind of motor home is it?"

"It's called a Zephyr."

"Man, this is luxurious. Do you drive it?"

"Heavens, no. Daddy has someone drive it for me."

Missy dragged Jamie Lee to a built-in sofa and pulled him next to her. She tucked one leg under the other in such a way that she almost turned toward him.

He looked at her. "I'd like to be your driver."

She twined her fingers on Jamie Lee's shoulder. "Would you?"

"You bet. Do you think your daddy would hire me?"

Missy leaned in. "He might, if I batted my lashes at him." She closed her eyes, while moving her lips toward his. She sighed when their lips touched. She parted her lips slightly, inviting his tongue to join hers. He could feel her hands tensing on his shoulder when he slid his tongue through the small opening between her teeth and touched hers.

Slowly, she pulled away. "Mmm, that was nice. I'd better get you saved before you have another sin to excise. I have a feeling you're a real bad boy, aren't you?"

He laughed. "I never thought so. I just like to have fun and feel good." He put his hand on her breast. "I'll bet you could make me feel good."

She pulled the offending hand away and held it. "And I know you could make me feel good, but alas, it's not going to happen...tonight."

"Tomorrow?"

She lifted his hand and kissed it. "As much as I'd like too, I'm afraid not."

He frowned. "When?"

She sighed. "Hon, I want you too. Really I do. I can almost feel your hardness in me, but first I need a commitment and then I have the boyfriend to dispose of. He's not someone to take lightly."

A pinch of anger assaulted him. "Who is he?"

"Sweetie, you don't need to know that. Now, let's get those clothes off so I can save you."

Jamie Lee's brows furrowed. "Take my clothes off? What're you talking about?"

She giggled. "I'm going to wash away your sins in holy water. Just like a baptism. And I might add, I'm looking forward to it."

"But all the others just stuck their hands in a pail of water."

"That's because we're on the road. Back home in Dallas we would have immersed them all in water. Course, unlike you, they'd have the option of wearing a bathing suit." She stood and pulled him to his feet. "Let's get you started." She led him to the bedroom in the back of the bus. "Take all your clothes off." She opened the door to the bathroom. "Then get in that tub. I'm going to make arrangements for holy water to be brought here."

Standing legs apart, she bent her elbows and rested her fists akimbo on her hips. "Well."

"Well, what?"

She hitched her pretty chin at him. "Get started, baby."

After flashing a look of disgust, a smile replaced it. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed his shirt. "Always figured I'd make a good stripper."

"Mmm. You would make a good stripper. Love those ripples in your tummy."

"You gonna stay for the whole show?"

"No, Babe." She kissed his cheek. "I'll see the whole show when I get back."