Message From A Mistress

Message From A Mistress

by Niobia Bryant

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ISBN-13: 9780758238221
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 04/02/2013
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 185,617
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

Niobia Bryant is the national bestselling and Romantic Times award-winning author of more than thirty "Sexy, Funny & Oh So Real" novels. When it comes to writing, Niobia dabbles in many genres, her ideas are unlimited, and the ink in her pen is infinite. A proud native of Newark, New Jersey, Niobia currently resides in South Carolina where she writes full-time. For more on this author who "can't stop, won't stop," visit, follow her on Twitter @InfiniteInk, or search for her on Facebook: Niobia Bryant.

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Message from a Mistress



Copyright © 2010 Niobia Bryant
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-3821-4

Chapter One

Jaime Hall enjoyed the feel of the steam pressed against her shoulders and her legs where she sat in the glass shower of their bedroom suite. The thick swirling vapors felt like a lover's gentle touch against her skin and those intimate parts of a woman's body. Her breasts. Her nipples. Her thighs. Her lips-both sets.

She relished it. She needed it.

Sadness weighed her shoulders down and soon she felt tears fill her oval-shaped eyes and race down her cheeks. Jaime brought her shaking hands up to hug herself close. "God, I can't take much more of my life," she whispered into the steam as her head dropped so low that her chin nearly touched her chest.

She heard a sudden noise in her bathroom. Her head jerked up as she immediately swallowed back any more of her tears and frantically wiped any traces of them from her face. The last thing she wanted was for him to see or hear her crying.

"Eric," Jaime called out to her husband of the last seven years.

No answer. Nothing to acknowledge her. Seconds later the bathroom door opened and then closed. Disappointment nudged the door to her heart shut as well. The body's automatic defense mechanisms were amazing.

Jaime rose from the bench, turned off the shower, and walked out of the stall. The vapors swirled around her nude curvaceous frame likefog as she stepped down onto the plush white carpeting that felt like mink against her pedicured feet. As she wiped a clear spot in the grand oval mirror over the pedestal sink, she came face-to-face with her unhappiness. She forced a smile and put on her usual mask, but even she could see it didn't reach her eyes.

She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her frame. She raced out of her bathroom suite through their spacious cathedral ceiling master bedroom and out to the hall. As she raced down the curved staircase, her towel slipped and fell behind her on the stairs, but she didn't break stride.

Thank God she was home alone, because she wouldn't want anyone to see her stark naked and racing through the house like she was crazy.

"Eric!" she called out, striding through the circular foyer to the kitchen.

The house was quiet. She covered her exposed breasts with her arms as she looked out the kitchen windows over the driveway. The sun was just starting to rise. She just made out his tall and slender figure headed down the street toward their friends' home with his tackle box and fishing rods in hand.

He left to go deep-sea fishing and didn't even bother to tell her good-bye. How much more can I take? She turned and let her body slide down to the polished hardwood floor as tears racked her body and she could do nothing but wrap her arms around her knees and rock to make herself feel a little better.

* * *

"Shit!" Renee Clinton swore as the gray acrid smoke rose from the frying pan with fury. She hurried to turn off the lit eye of the Viking stove before shifting the pan to one of the remaining five burners.

"Damn, damn, damn it all to hell."

Renee could only shake her head in shame at the blackness of the bacon she'd been frying. It was beyond crispy.

"Is something on fire, Ma?"

Renee looked over her shoulder as her fifteen-year-old daughter, Kieran, walked into the kitchen on dragging feet in her oversized fuzzy pajamas. "Just breakfast."

"You were cooking?" she asked in disbelief as she sat leaned her hip against the island in the center of the kitchen.

"I wanted to fix your father breakfast before he left to go fishing." Renee slid the halfway-decent-looking slices of bacon onto a clear glass plate.

"You never cook." Kieran moved across the kitchen to the pantry.

"I know how to cook," Renee protested as she ran a hand through her deeply wavy natural. "It's remembering that I have food on the stove that I have a problem with."

Kieran stepped out of the pantry digging into a box of cereal before throwing a handful of some sugary-sweet cereal she loved into her mouth. She moved over to stand beside her mother and looked down at the bacon with a frown. "Good thing Daddy loves you," she joked before turning to walk out of the kitchen.

"Yeah, good thing," Renee said hesitantly as she cracked eggs into a large red Le Creuset ceramic bowl and whisked them with a little extra ferocity.

She poured the eggs into a stainless steel pan and left them so that they would set before she scrambled them. She moved back to the end of the island where her briefcase was opened and instantly became absorbed into the facts and figures of the report she'd brought home to review.

At forty-three, Renee was the vice president of marketing for the CancerCure Foundation, one of the largest nonprofits serving cancer research and awareness in the country. It was her job and her passion to develop partnerships with major corporations for invaluable donations and increasing the national visibility of the foundation. She took her work very seriously-not just for the six-figure income she received, but because it intrigued and challenged her every day. It was very easy for her to get deeply absorbed in her work.

Renee picked up an oversized cup of gourmet coffee with one hand and the open report with the other. Her lips moved as she read. Her face showed her shifting feelings: interest, surprise, discontent. She leaned her hip against the island as she took a deep and satisfying sip of her drink.

"What the hell is burning?"

The words on the report disappeared as Renee closed her eyes and frowned as she thought, "Damn," at the sound of her husband, Jackson's, voice from behind her.

She dropped the report and snatched the burning pan from the stove in one continuous motion. "This just isn't my morning, Jackson," she told him, looking over her shoulder at her tall, solid husband of the last eighteen years.

His handsome square face shaped into a frown as he took in the papers and files on the island. There was no mistaking the immediate look of disapproval.

Renee hated the guilt she felt at that one look that spoke volumes about their marriage. "I thought I would cook-"

"And work?" he asked, moving past her to fill the thermos he held with coffee.

Renee swallowed her irritation. She looked down at the burnt bacon on the plate and the brown eggs in the pan and scraped them both into the garbage disposal. "I'm trying, Jackson," she stressed, her eyes angry and hurt.

He just snorted in derision.

Renee felt tension across her shoulders. She jumped a little as he moved close to her to press a cool kiss to her cheek. She closed her eyes, absorbing his scent as she raised a hand to stroke his bearded cheek. He felt familiar and strange all at once. It had been so long since they showed each other simple affection.

She tilted her head back to look up into those eyes that had intrigued her from the first time she saw him on the campus of Rutgers University. "I love you, Jackson," Renee whispered, hating the urgency in her voice as her eyes searched his.

For what seemed forever, his eyes searched hers as well. "We need to talk. We have to talk," he said, his voice husky and barely above a whisper.

A soft press of his lips down upon hers silenced any of her words or questions.

Moments later, he was gone and Renee felt chilled to the bone.

* * *

"You didn't have to get up so early with me, baby."

Aria Livewell shrugged as she followed her broad-shouldered husband, Kingston, down the stairs of their three-thousand-square-foot home in the family-oriented subdivision of Richmond Hills. A home meant to be filled with children. "It's no problem. You know me and the girls are hanging out today and I wanted to get some housework done before they picked me up."

Kingston sat his fishing equipment by the wooden double doors. "Think you four will be back on time? You know we're supposed to meet at the Clintons' tonight to fry up all the fish we'll catch today."

"Just three, actually. Jessa said she had something else to do today." Aria made a playful face and waved her hand dismissively.

Kingston put his broad hands beneath her short cotton robe and pulled his beautiful mocha-skinned wife close to him. "If we whup our friends in bid whist tonight, I have one helluva surprise for you."

Kingston was so competitive.

She tilted her head up to lightly lick his dimpled chin as she pushed her hand into the back pocket of his vintage jeans to warmly grasp his firm, fleshy buttocks. "Can I get a hint?" she asked huskily with a teasing smile, the beat of her heart already quickening with anticipation.

"Damn, I love you," he said roughly, his eyes smoldering as he slid one hand up to her nape.

Aria moaned softly in pleasure at the first heated feel of her husband's lips. As she gasped slightly, he slid his tongue inside her mouth with well-practiced ease. She shivered. Her clit swelled to life. Her nipples hardened in a rush.

"Do we have time?" she asked in a heated whisper, barely hearing herself over her own furious heartbeat as Kingston undid her robe and planted moist and tantalizing kisses along her collarbone.

"We'll make time" breezed across her flesh.

As her robe slipped open and his familiar hands caressed her silky skin, Aria enjoyed their passion and wondered if the time would come when she didn't cherish and yearn for her husband's touch. His dick. His kisses. His love.

With his mouth, Kingston made a path to the deep valley of her breasts, bending his knees to take one swollen and taut dark nipple into his mouth. He sucked it deeply and then circled it with the tip of his clever tongue.

"Yes," Aria whimpered, flinging her head back.

Kingston turned them and pressed Aria's back to the towering front doors as he quickly undid his belt and zipper. His hands shook as he placed them on her plush hips and lifted her with ease until her pulsing and moist pussy lips lightly kissed the thick tip of his dick. "Why is your pussy so good?" he whispered against the pounding pulse of her throat.

Aria didn't answer, she just smiled wickedly-and a bit cockily-as she caused the swollen lips of her vagina to lightly kiss the smooth round head of his dick ... twice.

Kingston dropped Aria down onto his erection, her pussy tightly surrounding and gripping him like a vise. "Damn," he swore, his buttocks tensing as he froze. He didn't want to cum. Not yet.

Aria pressed the small of her back to the door and began to work her hips in small circles, anxious to not just have his dick pressed against her walls but to feel his delicious strokes.

Kingston's jaw clenched. "Don't make me nut, baby." His voice was strained.

Aria raised her hands to tease her nipples with her slender fingers as she enjoyed the tight in-and-out motion of his penis when Kingston began to work his hips. She felt wild and free, uninhibited and sexy. "Umph. I'm gone cum, baby. Please make me cum," she whispered with fevered urgency as each of his deep thrusts caused her pussy juices to smack and echo in the foyer like applause.

Kingston's chest and loins exploded with heat as his primal need to feel as much of Aria's pussy as he could. He pushed deeper up inside her, drawing quick and uneven breaths as his heart thundered. His buttocks clenched and then relaxed as he touched every bit of her ridged walls with his solid inches. "Damn, Aria," he swore, planting adoring kisses along her collarbone as his dick filled her several times with warm shots of cum.

Chapter Two

Being a housewife was important to Jaime, but doing the actual labor of keeping a nearly four-thousand-square-foot house clean was a definite no-no. Especially when there were plenty of women who were willing to be paid a fair rate to do it for her. And once a week, while Eric was at work and completely out of the loop, Jaime had a professional maid service send someone else to come in and do all of the grunt work she disdained, leaving nothing but tidy work for her throughout the week. It was one of her mother's tips for a happy marriage that Jaime had actually found useful.

And the list of those tips was endless and had been drilled in her head since she was a preteen.

Too endless to count.

Too endless for her to truly care, although she played by every rule.

And I did them all ... so why is my marriage in trouble? she thought, studying her reflection as she sat at her ornate dressing table.

She felt a gradient of stress across her shoulders and the back of her neck. The thought of a spa day with her good friends sounded all the more appealing to her.


Jaime thought the sound of that doorbell was an annoyance. She really was not in the mood for company of any kind. She just wanted some "me time" until she left for her midmorning appointment. More and more, the way her life was plated was becoming hard to swallow, and it was in those moments when she needed to be herself ... like now.


Releasing a heavy breath, Jaime rose from the dressing table, her silk robe billowing out behind her as she turned to leave the room. Who could it be? she wondered as she descended the stairs.


She passed the large, framed oval mirror on the hall wall and doubled back. She'd forgotten that her hair was still tied up in her silk scarf, she was make-up free, and she wore nothing but her silk robe. Her own husband had never seen her without some sort of make-up on-another of her mother's marital rules.

She continued on to the door and looked out one of the ornate side windows as she pulled her robe closer around her slender frame. "Jesus, take the wheel," she drawled, deeply massaging the bridge of her nose before she placed a smile on her face and opened the door wide. "Morning, Mama. Hey there, Daddy," she greeted them, sounding more like a Southern belle than a city girl.

Her parents lived just thirty minutes away in another subdivision and that meant random drop-ins like this happened quite often.

"Good morning," they said in unison as they walked into the foyer and presented themselves for the customary air kiss to her mother's cheek and a big hug for her short, round, and completely loveable father.

"Do you normally answer the door in such attire?" Virginia asked as Jaime led them across the hardwood floors to the family room.

The question was filled with judgments ... which was normal when it came to Virginia Osten-Pine, the self-proclaimed wife, mother, socialite extraordinaire.

"No, I wasn't expecting company," Jaime said politely, catching her mother drag her finger across the top of the large leather ottoman serving as the coffee table.

Jaime's home was a showpiece. Pristine, stylishly decorated, and the envy of many of her neighbors. In fact, it had been showcased in the realty section of a small local newspaper. Most people walked in and paused at the first sight of it with its high ceilings, dozens of large windows, dramatic art pieces, and décor.

Not Virginia Osten-Pine, or rather, Mrs. Franklin Pine.

"What brings you to this side of town?" she asked.

"We just thought we would treat you kids to breakfast at our country club," Franklin said. "Where's Eric?"

Jaime turned to face him because not to do so would be rude and she knew her mother would've called her on it. "He went deep-sea fishing with Kingston and Jackson. They'll be gone all day, Daddy," she told him.

"Now, that sounds like a fun day out for the fellas," Franklin said, folding his hands atop his rotund belly.

"Yes, dear," Virginia said.

Jaime eyed her mother for a bit before she turned and continued up the stairs. She knew for a fact that her mother hated her father's passion for fishing, but Jaime would bet her last dollar that Virginia had never questioned her husband about it. She saved her opinions and judgments for anyone and everyone else except her husband.

Jaime couldn't recall one time her parents had argued. Ever.

Franklin spoke and Virginia obeyed. Chocolate-covered June and Ward Cleaver.

"So I'm going to ... going to ..." Jaime paused because if she said anything about a spa day she knew her mother might invite herself along. She loved her mother, but the woman could be so overpowering with her thoughts and opinions at times. Jaime had enough on her shoulders to bear without topping it off with her mother's crap. "I'll be cleaning all day and preparing a nice home-cooked meal for my husband."


Excerpted from Message from a Mistress by NIOBIA BRYANT Copyright © 2010 by Niobia Bryant. Excerpted by permission.
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Message from a Mistress 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 110 reviews.
Content More than 1 year ago
This book was based on an old movie and not done well. Barnes & Noble should be ashamed charging anything for this book!!!
Prince Odah More than 1 year ago
This book was a waste of my day
Elle_Gowin More than 1 year ago
Okay this was my first Niobia Bryant book and before I purchased this book on my Nook Color I read the reviews all of the reviews were great so I went a head and purchase this book it was so slow to begin with then all the flash back memories got on my last nerve I couldn't believe this whole book was about one day of waiting. And reading this book that's just how I felt it was a while wasted day of waiting it seemed like she was repeating things in the writing while they where having their flash backs I wasn't impressed @ all the only reason I kept reading was to finally get to which of the husbands she was cheating with my recommendation is to read @ your own risk.Oh and if you've read the second book just let me know which husband it was because I'm not about to waste another 7 bucks.
OOSABookClub More than 1 year ago
Three friends, three husbands, one mistress. Jaime, Renee and Aria never knew what was in store for them. The day started out as normal as any other day. The three friends set aside a girls' day at the spa while their husbands went on a fishing trip. Relaxation, gossip, good times and laughter is what the trio was looking forward to until.they all received the same text message from their fourth friend, Jessa, conveniently missing in action. "Tonight he comes home to me. He's my man now. Thanks for not being woman enough for him," is what the text read in part. Whose husband? Not being able to get in touch with their husbands or their "friend," Jaime, Renee and Aria spend the day reflecting on the good and bad times of their marriages while they wait to see whose husband is not coming home. Wow! Powerful stuff, right? I couldn't help but wonder what my girls and I would do in the same situation. It came down to one question, would he have a closed or open casket? Anywho, enough about me and the slow singing and flower bringing.I was hyped about "Message from a Mistress" based on the premise, but I was also prepared to not like this book. Why? Because I had already been told how it was gonna play out. I am so absolutely, positively sick and tired of authors pulling the okie doke. You know what I'm talking about. Taking one book and splitting it in half (or many pieces) so that there's a sequel, not writing a complete story, not answering questions, playing with readers' time and money, etc. I'm tired! But it was a book of the month and I was the assigned reviewer so I had to read it anyway. I must say, I was very pleasantly surprised. Niobia Bryant tells a captivating story of three women with internal struggles, each wearing a mask of some sort to cover a secret. Even though the story only spans the length of one day, each woman has her own personal journey of self-discovery. I can understand how some readers may be upset or feel cheated with the ending, but everything in this book was needed to better understand these women, where they came from, why they did what they did, what they stand to lose and the current state of each of their marriages. To have cut any of that out would have lessened the impact of this story. And to have given "it" away in this novel with everything else that was needed for the buildup, either this book would have been very lengthy or the resolution/aftermath would have been rushed, again lessening the impact of the novel with a cheap, quick ending. "Message from a Mistress" grabbed and held my attention. Bryant lets the tale unwind through her characters. With just enough suspense, drama and good pacing, it was both enjoyable and entertaining. I would have preferred a little less designer name dropping, but at least these characters had jobs to back up their lifestyles, unlike so many books today. As Niobia pointed out in the author's note, this would be a hit or miss for readers. It was a hit for this reader, but in less skilled hands it could have definitely been a miss. Though I am anti-sequel, "Mistress No More" has made my exceptions list. I look forward to it. Reviewed by: Toni
JaeRenee More than 1 year ago
The book as whole was just "ok" there was to much to try and figure out when reading. It was long and drawn out, not much to recommend.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This has got to be 1 of the worst ending books I've ever read. If I would have known about the ending before I nook'd it, I sure as hell wouldn't buy it!! Now I'm supposed to buy Part 2 to find out whose husband is not coming home tonight to his wife??
hawksgirl More than 1 year ago
I was so at a loss for how to rate this book. Niobia is one of my absolute faves but the build up, suspense and let down at the end was a little too much. The all day waiting for each of these ladies to find out which of their husbands was cheating and then to find out NOTHING?!?! Come on!!!! My advice to those who haven't read this yet is to read both parts together. And when you do, let me know the outcome. Guess who won't be purchasing part 2?? Sorry N.
KimmiD More than 1 year ago
I'm not excited about a follow-up. I'm not on edge. This book was a COMPLETE WASTE of my time and money. If it wasn't an eBook, I'd return this crap.
DarleneGinn-Hargrove More than 1 year ago
Books2Mention1 More than 1 year ago
"Message From A Mistress is a page turner. This novel is packed with unbelievable drama that will capture readers from page one. Reeling you in as this incredible story unfolds." "Four friends, Jaime, Renee, Aria, and Jessa have been close for a longtime. They have endured a lot together. However, things change when the ladies receive a text message from Jessa. She has been secretly having an affair with one of their husbands. Jessa neglects revealing the identity of the husband she is cheating with. This immediately puts Jaime, Renee and Aria on a quest to determine whose husband is in fact the culprit." "Each woman wonders if their marriage is crumbling due to something they may have done. Could it be a past infidelity, pursuing a career over fulfilling wifely duties or revenge from a friend due to a competitive relationship? All three women try to support one another as they try to uncover who the unfaithful husband is." "Message From A Mistress will keep your full attention as secrets are exposed, and relationships altered by revelations that will ultimately change life as they once knew." "Niobia Bryant does an outstanding job crafting a novel that thoroughly engrosses the reader into this tumultuous set of drama that will keep you on the edge of your seat."
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I couldn't wait to read pt.2
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Had me on edge from the first page
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Did not enjoy this at all, to much delay, strolling down memory lane was so boring, not interested in reading the sequel. Don't waste your money.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good read.
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Page turner cant wait for pt.2
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is too slow...full of ramblings of nothing in each setting/scene. It had potential to be a juicy story but it's just not well written. I didn't make it halfway through and I'm moving on to another book. I'll pick this up when I have nothing else to read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was a little disapointed in this book. It was just a little slow & i felt the story line was drug out.
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This book was way too slow and a waste of time. It didn't get good till chapter 16. Chapter,after chapter, after chapter, was boring history of each lady. Except for Jessa!!!! There was not enough story being told of Jessa and the "husband" I skipped several pages because I wanted to get to the good stuff. Everything took place in one day. But don't let that fool you. You would think it would be a fun juicy page turner NOT !!!!! This author has a talent for filling the pages with NOTHING. Unless she wanted to get two books out of one story. There's only a total of three or four pages dedicated to Jessa & the husband. If you want to invest your time in this book, skip to chapter 16 and then read the next installment hopefully it's better.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved the book I coulnt put it down! Getting ready to start part two I wanna know whos husband it is and whats gone happen next!