Harlot

Shayla is confident, sexy and hellbent on unmasking fornicators and false prophets. With the prowess of a black widow, she seduces, exposes, and leaves the tattered lives of deacons and pastors in her wake. When her vendetta becomes dangerous, she’s forced to consider whether she’s doing God’s will, or if she’s the harlot her adversaries paint her out to be.

Excerpt

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She sent Donna a copy of the finished video, and then she called her friend.

“Hello?”

I’m done. Check your email.”

Donna called back ten minutes later. “Oh my God, Shayla! That’s crazy!”

“Crazy good or crazy bad?”

“Crazy good!” Donna exclaimed. “I can’t, oh my God… I can’t believe you got him to admit so much stuff.”

“I didn’t have to do much.”

“In the car,” Donna said, “when he started talking about Millie, I don’t think I ever hated him so much.”

Shayla nodded. “That was pretty bad.”

“And when he pulled his dick out…” Donna laughed. “Girl, he was looking good, don’t get me wrong. But I almost threw up.”

“So, you like it?” Shayla asked. “Is there anything you want me to change?”

“No,” Donna said quickly. “It’s perfect the way it is. When did, how’d you do that? When’d you learn to make videos like that?”

“I took some classes.”

“Those cameras in your car,” Donna said. “Where’d you get those? How much did all of that stuff cost?”

“It was expensive,” Shayla admitted. “But I only had to buy it once. It’s worth it to me.”

“What about when he, you know, touched between your legs? I’m glad your face was blacked out, because I know you was about to scream.”

Shayla didn’t respond to that. Donna didn’t understand the complexities of her perverted mind. “Can you send me Joseph’s email address?” she asked.

“Why?”

“I told you, I have to give him a chance to come clean. I’ll send the video to him first and let him sweat for a while. If he doesn’t confess, I’ll send it to the rest of the church.”

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