Priest by Flora Ferrari

JOSEPH:

Coming out of the jungle after almost twenty years, I’m not grappling with my faith as I reconsider my future in the priesthood, it’s a different sort of calling. Something I don’t even know yet, until I meet her.

I’m not grappling with my faith, but I’m sure as hell gonna be grappling with my Grace. In the horizontal position, if I’ve got anything to do with it.

Her dad Carl is my best friend, we grew up together and he’s saved my ass so many times it hurts to think I’m breaking his heart by loving his daughter, but that fresh calling I got? The one that drew me from the jungle, it all makes sense as soon as I see her, and I know, right there and then that she’s my woman and I have to make a family of my own with her. Starting right now.

GRACE:

What’s wrong with me?

It feels like something in me is going to burst, all from staring at a man?
A real man though, that’s the only way to describe Joseph Parker. A priest, maybe. But he’s a real man, right here in my dad’s dining room.
I’ve never even kissed a boy before, let alone touched myself. Nor have I ever thought of, let alone done half of the things I’m suddenly thinking as soon as his hand touches mine.
Is this just a stupid crush? I don’t think so, and from the looks of things in the front of Joseph’s pants, plus those smoldering dark eyes he’s giving me, he feels exactly the same way I do.
It’s instant jungle love and I’m hooked. If only I knew the best way forward to make him my first, my only. And without hurting my dad.