Secret Agent Minister

Someone was going to have to explain about the running through Lydia Cantrell's head as she looked wearing a bloody suit to the shock-filled stare of the surprised and very alive man standing in front of her.

Then her practical mind went into overdrive. She would probably have to explain how she'd wound up in Pastor Dev's hotel room late at night, only to find him wearing a bright red action figure T-shirt and old, expression filled with shock and something else Lydia couldn't quite figure out, something that looked like anger and resolve. Since she'd never seen Pastor Dev angry, she couldn't grasp what was happening or the strange look she saw in his deep blue eyes.

And she certainly couldn't grasp his attire. Lydia rarely saw Pastor Devon Malone dressed in anything other than a nice suit and interesting tie, so she was a bit taken aback, seeing him in jeans and a T-shirt and realizing that the man was built like a regular weight lifter and football jock all rolled into one the tub, really set Lydia into a tizzy.

But she had come here for a reason. A very legitimate reason. They were supposed to go over Pastor Dev's notes for hi ... read full excerpt from: Secret Agent Minister ebook