Once upon a time, I was a rebel. And I have the tattoo to prove it. Then there was the spiked hair�the shade of which changed monthly��colorful� language that can�t be found in your everyday sixteen-count crayon box, a pack-a-day habit, less-than-modest wardrobe, and an obsession with guitar-trashing, drum-bashing music. Did I mention I�m also a preacher�s kid? That�s right. And like the prodigal son after whom I modeled myself, I finally saw the error of my ways and returned to the fold. Today my life is all about �lead me not into temptation.� When I�m not serving as Women�s Ministry Director at my father�s church, I�m working at Gloria�s Morning Caf�. I even have worthy goals, like saving enough money to buy the caf�, keep my Jelly Belly habit under control, and to never again hurt the people I love. No more parties. No more unsavory activities. And no more motorcycles! You�d think I was finally on the right track. But since my dad�s replacement hired a hotshot church consultant to revive our �dying� church, things aren�t working out as planned. And now this �consultant� says I�m in need of a little reviving myself. Just who does this Maddox McCray think he is anyway? With his curly hair that could use a good clipping, tattoo that he makes no attempt to hide, and black leather pants, the man is downright dangerous. In fact, all that�s missing is a motorcycle. Or so I thought� But if he thinks he�s going to take me for a ride on that 1298cc machine of his, he can think again. Harriet Bisset is a reformed woman, and she�s going to stay that way. Even if it kills me! From the Trade Paperback edition.
(less)Once upon a time, I was a rebel. And I have the tattoo to prove it. Then there was the spiked hair�the shade of which changed monthly��colorful� language that can�t be found in your everyday sixteen-count crayon box, a pack-a-day habit,
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