Divine Redemption Excerpt

When an intense attraction leads Donald into Jacqueline’s compassionate arms, he discovers redemption and second chances can be his--if he can stop his past from destroying their future.

    After an eternity of euphoric silence, Donald went to move and grunted in pain.

    Jacqueline bolted to attention. “What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?”

    Donald stood slowly

    “I just needed to straighten.”

“Let me see.” She kissed his wound softly. “Better?”

“Mmm-hmm. Where were you a week ago?” He cupped Jacqueline’s chin and smiled. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“I know. What should we do about this?”

“Well, sweetheart, seein’ I’m not at top performance, we might have to try it again.” Donald bent down so their lips could meet.

“Who are you?” she asked, feeling the stars in her eyes.

Donald gave out a long breath. “A father’s worst nightmare for his daughter.”


He looked sad; his eyes showed it. “You don’t even know who I am. Donald. My name’s Donald Write.”

He quickly turned from her and started picking up her discarded clothes.

“I know you said that but I’m confused. I thought your name was Cam.” Jacqueline picked up his towel and held it behind her back.

“Trust me. I’m not that nice of a person, Jacqueline.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Here, you need to get dressed before the old man comes home.” Frustration showed by Donald rubbing the base of his neck. “Can I have my towel back?”

Jacqueline arched a brow. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Donald took her bra and started twirling it around one finger. “I need my towel.”

“I need answers.” As she watched him, Jacqueline eyed his body. “Cam… Donald, we just had some of the best sex of our lives. Right?”

Donald gave out a winded breath. “Hell ya.”

She walked to him slowly, keeping the towel behind her. “I want…” she told him while kissing his neck.

“What? What do you want?” he asked breathlessly.

“To know…” She moved to his jaw while her body pushed his against the kitchen counter.

“Jacqueline. Your dad’s going to be home soon. I can’t…”

Her mouth crushed his and she felt him give up any defense he had toward her. She dropped the towel and threw her arms around his neck.

“Jacqueline,” he said with his hands on her shoulders and pushing her gently back. “We can’t do this.” He rolled his eyes when she looked up at him with her most pitiful look. “You could tempt a saint.”

“Who are you?” Jacqueline saw his shoulders slump.

“No one that you have any business being with.” Donald ran his thumb over her lips. “We can’t do that again. You know that, right?”

Jacqueline squared her chin. “What happened to not being ‘at top performance’ and doing it again?”

“Sweetheart. It’s called pillow talk. I’m sure you’ve heard of it. We had a good time. Rolled around a little. Let out some pent-up aggression. And wow, were you aggressive!”

She needed to get away from this man. Have him return to where he came from. Donald’s words hurt and she was confused as to why he was saying them. She watched as he bent and picked up his towel nonchalantly. When he turned she was surprised by what she saw in his eyes--he didn’t want to hurt her but felt he had no choice.

“You’re a liar. Maybe not about the aggressive part. But you are when it comes to the pillow talk.” She rested her hand on his cheek. “Donald, I won’t hurt you.”

He turned into her hand and kissed it. “I’ll hurt you.”

He left her in the kitchen with her clothes at her feet. Jacqueline looked down at them and wondered what the hell they were going to do.