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Abigail Montgomery’s life is in shambles.
With nothing to lose after her fiancée left her for the church organ player, she takes DeeDee’s advice and joins on the monthly bus ride to the casinos.
Losing all her money at the slots and the bartenders, she stumbles out the door to realize the bus left hours ago.
Heartbroken and abandoned, she finds herself in the arms and bed of a devilish, dark-haired dapper man.
Dylan “The Devil” Johnson haunts the casinos every weekend, picking up one-night stands and dominating the roulette table. When the curse of the New Jersey Devil comes to life out of season, he finds himself in the need of a fellow Shifter’s advice.
He’ll have to find the source and he does: it’s Abigail. Her family heirloom is driving him wild, but her angelic beauty catches him off guard.
He aims to both be her savior and rebound, even if it’s just going upstairs to his room for some fun.

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Adulte

Romance érotique

BD Erotique

Fantastique

Romance fantastique

Bit-Lit

Jersey Devil

Horror

Erotica

Hurlements 2

Romance

Fiction

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Publié par	4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
Date de parution	26 octobre 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781644500538
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Naked with the New Jers ey Devil
Copyright © 2020 Honey Cummings. All rights r eserved.

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Dedi cation
To Ki m & Deidre
Your real life stories of Jersey & Philly were quite the inspiration! Stay awesome and keep writi ng ladies!
XOXO
Hone y Cummings

1
Take Me to Church
A bigail Montgomery inhaled deep as she pushed through the church doors. Why am I so nervous? Her pastel-toned floral sundress floated behind her as she strode down the center aisleway. The pews were bare, the church a silent tomb. Not like I’m getting married today. Her mulatto complexion was a warm contrast to the flowery colors backed in white on the thin fabric. This is a little lower cut than normal, but it’s not like I’m here for Sunda y service.
She’d taken the day off work, hoping to sneak her fiancé, Pastor Bradley O’Malley, lunch. Lately, they were so busy with her long days dealing with a mid-year review and he seemed to be more active with church activities during the weekdays, and sometimes evenings. At times, she couldn’t shake the feeling it all started the night they were going to have sex, something he had started and stopped before making her promise to save it for our wedding night. I want our first time special. Abigail grimaced. It’s not like either of us are virgins. Maybe he feels he should as a pastor? I should res pect that.
The place was empty as she paused in the center of the main aisle. Her plump lips frowned, her tight curls framing her face as her mahogany brown eyes glance at her phone. Did I read his t ext wrong?
[Abigail: Hey, what are your plans f or lunch?]
[BJ: Sorry, Abby. Busy mentoring a congressiona l member.]
Weird. When did he become a mentor?
Scanning the room, she caught sight of Bradley’s Bible, laid open on the podium. Wondering around on the pulpit, she closed the cover on the organ keys out of habit. She had enjoyed playing it, learning the songs. I miss this, but after playing at mom’s funeral… Furrowing her brow, her thoughts redirected, shielding her from her own emotions. It all s eemed odd.
He goes nowhere without that book. Even got mad when I touched it once. Where co uld he be?
The sound of muffled voices brought her attention to the open hallway, to the offices located behind the worship room, in the back half of the building. If he was mentoring at this time, then he must be using his office for private d iscussion.
Don’t they schedule these things in tandem with another Pastor in case someone walks in? It must have been…
Goosebumps rolled over her. The muffled voices turned into moans. Not of pain but something she knew too well. Abigail tilted her head, her mind racing with speculation. Is, is someone having sex in the church? Her heart fluttered; her mouth parched as she bit her lip. She was even with his office door, it was wide open and empty. Halting, she questioned what she should do next. Is the deacon taking booty calls now? Forcing her body to continue, the sounds were louder, more erotic. Some part of her felt excited, from imagining the act or perhaps the idea of catching a couple in a lude act in the holiest of places.
It’s coming from the private baptism room. Somebody is having a hell of a time. I mean, I used to have some fun at the club like this, but they’re in the damn church d oing this.
Pressing her palm flat on the door, it cracked open. How careless, they didn’t close it all the way or even bother to lock it. She pushed slow and held her breath. Don’t squeak, I just want a peak. At last, she could see a reflection from a glass case full of keepsakes and novelty items. None of that came into focus as she could see a man’s bare backside. Two legs spread wide on either side of him; the woman laid across the receiving table. Abigail licked her lips, swallowing as their grinding came into view.
Who is that? Do I know them? I mean, I think I know most of the con gregation.
The legs encircled the man’s waist, arms reaching up to him. As the woman arched and her face came into few, Abigail’s eyes widened. Tammy the organ player? That old hag? Really? Who in the hell would go out with her? She has a laugh like Fran Drescher from The Nanny. Her shoulders shuddered, but… Still, what a wild sex life she has. I can’t say I haven’t fantasized about Pastor Bradley and me… Tammy’s moaning interrupted her thoughts.
Abigail leaned too much on the door and it banged against something. She squatted and covered her ears with her hands. What the hell am I doing? Removing them, she shot back to the reflection. She could see the rest of him, the muscled ass cheeks and thighs, the pants that had slid to his ankles. He’s got a nice ass! I’m impressed. Though I think he could be wo rking her…
The man stopped, aiming to turn but Tammy grabbed his shoulder. “Did you h ear that?”
“Don’t stop. Please, fuck me harder.” She begged, panting as she tilted her hips ag ainst him.
“Tammy.” She forced the man’s face back to her . “If we…”
She pushed against him, her knees rising higher as they hugged his ribs. “Take me to church , Pastor.”
A PASTOR! But which one? Abigail watched the reflection, wondering how long they would continue. I just want to watch a little longer, see a little more of this pastor who would…
Her blood ran cold. It can’t be. A wristwatch glinted in the reflection and she stood in alarm. Pushing through the door, making a ruckus as chairs toppled over, she laid her eyes directly on the fucking couple, no longer caring about satisfying sexual curiosity. “B -bradley?”
He swiveled his head around, locking his blue eyes with hers.
Abigail’s stomach twisted. Mentoring someone my ass! And with... with TAMMY THE ORGAN PLAYER! What happened to all those nights telling me you wanted to ‘wait’ and ‘do this right’ and, and… fucking five years! FIVE YEARS TOGETHER!
“Abigail?” His voice shrieked. “I, I can explain.”
“With Tammy?” Her thoughts were colliding, a constant firework display of sporadic disbelief and pain. “And wouldn’t even so much as touch me after groping me two weeks ago? Why even give me…”
Gritting her teeth, she yanked the engagement ring off. With all her might, she gave it a hard-over hand chuck. At last, that time in little league might pay off for something. The ring launched with great speed, pinging with a sharp sound off the metal cross above the interlocked couple. Ricocheting with greater speed, it conked off of Pastor Bradley, falling to the floor and rolling right down the drain. Good! It belo ngs there!
“Shit!” He grabbed his face, stumbling away too fast and Tammy landed on her ass on the floor with a great shriek. “My deposit!” He spun and dove for the drain, but his pants intervened. “Shit!” Like any tree , he fell.
“HOW COULD YOU!” Hot tears slid down Abigail’s face. “AND WITH THE ORGAN PLAYER! REALLY?” Who would’ve thought? An older woman? Is that what he’s into? FUCK THIS!
“Hey!” Tammy tried standing but slammed her head on the table she had previously been on. “Dammit, you promised to give me t hat ring.”
“Do you even have a lick of decency?” Abigail’s pain shifted into anger. “You red-headed harlot! And you!” She turned on Pastor Bradley, her now ex-fiancé. “Son of a Jezebel! You promised her our ring? The ring you bought me and swore…” She lost the thought, disbelief and heartbreak taking the lead. “What will the congregati on think?”
“Don’t you dare!” Pastor Bradley rolled to look up at her. “It’s your word against mine and Tammy’s. The odds are against you if you want to stay in thi s church.”
Abigail gaped. Shaking her head, she wondered out of the room, aimless as she leaned on the hall walls. Did I hear him right? This unholy son of a bitch is threatening to turn the entire church against me. Can he? Could he? Oh, I’ll have to pray on this… What the hell do I do now?

2
Cal l Me Devil
D ylan Johnson dried his hair with a hotel towel. Lean, athletic build in a solid six-foot package. His hair black and eyes just as dark. The tanned skin showed he had frequented the beach plenty of times this year when he didn’t haunt the local casinos. He brushed his teeth, fanged like any carnivore loving fiend. Winking at himself, he rinsed his mouth and strode out into the main room. Tattoos painted his torso, front and back. Layers of black dahlias made a dark background for a devilishly red oni mask on his back while angels prayed from his upper arms, and tigers crawled across his pecs.
Not a bad start to my Friday.
“Please Dylan. One more time.” A naked, tattooed beauty lay tangled in his bed sheets. Her black lipstick and mascara smudged. “I know we just do this to pass the time, but you’re a devil in the be d, Dylan.”
He snorted, lifting an eyebrow. “That’s why they call me Dylan “the Devil” Joh