Just when he thought that all of his secrets could continue to stay hidden, all of his sins slowly began to get exposed. It's then when Paul decides to do whatever it takes to make sure that he doesn't lose his church or his marriage; even if that means getting rid of everyone attempting to stand in his way. As they say, birds of a feather flock together and just like the Pastor, Deacon Travis Whitehead is living a double life as well. After playing the field for years, he finally decides to step up and do right by his wife, Fatima and their marriage. He soon finds that one of his mistresses has no plan of letting him go. Will Travis be able to end his extra-marital affair without his wife finding out, or will his side piece make sure that her presence is known? Fatima is fed up with her husband’s trifling ways. She decides to end their marriage and go on with her life, but not before she meets the sexy and mysterious Quincy. She's trying her best not to give into the temptation, but finds herself falling more and more for him. Done with Travis and all of the heartache he's caused, she decides to walk away. The only problem is that Travis isn't willing to let her go. Will Fatima be able to leave him peacefully, or will death do her part? Everything you do shall always come to the light, and God is always watching. Church is now back in session and you don't want to miss this service. The lies and adulterous ways continue in the second installment of, Even The Preacher Got A Side Chick 2.

    From Dakota’s Black Hills to the gold and diamond fields of Southern Africa, Jim O’Rourke and his daughter, Kathleen step from the sailing ship Eudora and take their covered wagon deep inside a vast and ancient wilderness. The land is raw-boned and unforgiving – the men and women who search its heart for wealth, love and adventure, even more so. Smoke from a thousand fires clung to a broken landscape and towering above it, churned from a vast and open wound in the earth’s crust, were those billowing clouds of powdered Kimberlite; as yellow, ochrous fingers they reached upwards for over a thousand feet, deep inside the heart of that darksome Colesberg sky.

     Then he touched me. His touch thrilled my skin and teased my sensual delicacy. One night of pleasure became insufficient as I yearned for more and more of his graceful willingness to love me. To pleasure me in ways only he could. I welcomed an inconvenient love—an infinite connection to revamp the dull parts of my world. Then he caressed me, and I became hooked.