Wandering Heart

Wandering Heart

F.L. Brown

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Deirdre loves Malachi more than anything, but when she discovers that Mamaw Pearl’s warning about Malachi’s wandering heart has come true, she turns to some of her grandmother’s faerie magic for help. Can Dierdre summon the power to deliver her vengeance and win the love of her life? Will Malachi’s desperate screams change her mind about his fate—or the other woman’s?

PUBLISHED BY: loveyoudivine Alterotica
ISBN: 978-1-60054-483-5
CATEGORIES: Romantic Fiction, Erotica, Fantasy, Interracial, Paranormal
KEYWORDS: erotic, fantasy, dark fiction, romance, magic, faeries, sex, interracial, cheating, unfaithful spouse, loveyoudivine Alterotica, dark fantasy, revenge

EBOOKS BY loveyoudivine Alterotica


COPYRIGHT F.L. Brown/2010

 Her husband ascended the steps and paused as he realized the door wasn’t shut for the night.

“You’re late,” Deirdre said calmly, despite wanting to scream at him.

Malachi nearly jumped off the porch. “You scared the hell out of me, Deirdre! What are you doing out here so late?”

“I should ask you the same thing.”

“Oh, I see. You’re pissed again.”

“Do you blame me?”

“No.” He reached inside the door and flipped on the porch light. “I understand.”

“Are you running game, Malachi?” She hated the desperation in her voice, but she loved him so much it hurt. If only he was a drinker. She could tolerate a man who loved beer or whiskey, but never a man with a wandering heart. “You be straight with me, Malachi.”

“No, I am not seeing another woman, babe.”

She sat forward, motioning for him to come closer. “Let me see your eyes.”

He remained by the door. “Oh, come on, Deirdre! I said I’m not cheating on you!”

“If you’re not running game then let me see your eyes!”

Sighing, he knelt next to her chair. Deirdre placed two fingers under his chin and raised his head so the light clearly revealed his eyes. She let her gaze wander up the handsome planes of his face to his slightly crooked nose and thick brows. She saw the lies, the deceit. The pain that sliced through her nearly left her panting for breath.

“Okay.” She released him, looked away so he couldn’t see the agony within her, and leaned in close, her nose an inch from his neck. “I believe you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Now you’re sniffing my clothes?” Malachi laughed, but sobered instantly at the stormy expression she offered him. “Didn’t Sally tell you what we’re doing at the wood shop?”


“We’re backed up on orders. We have so many orders for footbridges, swings, gliders, gazebos and garden lighthouses we’ve had to put in some major overtime. Sally’s brother hired two more guys to help with deliveries.” Malachi took one of her hands and squeezed it. “It upsets me that Sally didn’t tell you. She and her brother delivered a gazebo to our neighbors several days ago. They were to stop by and tell you.”


“The very first night I was late coming home. We’ll have long nights until the summer demand dwindles.” He pulled Deirdre to her feet and gathered up the shawl. “Anyway, I haven’t wandered in until early morning on a few nights because I took a break and fell asleep. It’s better than driving home exhausted and wrecking the truck.”

Could she be wrong about him after all? Was it possible?

“If you need to, babe, then call the shop and verify the hours.”

She shook her head, feeling both silly and hopeful. “I’m really sorry I jumped all over you, Malachi.”

He smiled, leading her inside, and shut the screen door. He turned off the porch light. The shawl landed in a discarded heap. Malachi cupped one of her breasts, his lips grazing hers. Desire bloomed within Deirdre.

“You worry too much, babe,” he murmured, his thumb stroking the peak of her breast through her thin nightgown.


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