FINAL SNEAK PEEK-COOKIES & CRUMBLES

SYNOPSIS

Mercy Davenport, a twenty-two-year-old, bold and vivacious rebel, is up to her elbows in drama. Pending trial due to her involvement in her best friend’s murder, she’s trying to figure out how and why she always seems to make a mess of things. Perhaps she will follow in her father’s suicidal footsteps, relieving her mother of the heart-aching burden she had become. That is until she meets her rescuer; R&B sensation, Richmond “Tru” Mills. 

Seemingly her ticket to a care-free, jet-setting, champagne-filled life, Mercy and Tru dizzy into a fast-paced romance that sets her body on fire and has him declaring her as his ultimate destiny. Although she’s still haunted by her friend’s demise, life looks to be blossoming for Mercy. Except, looming in her background is that pesky, possible prison sentence. 

King Stroman is easy on the eyes and his genuine care makes for an easy confidant. As Tru’s childhood friend and business partner, he’s often delegated the task of ensuring Mercy’s comfort and convenience. With undeniable attraction and evolving trust, Mercy and King are desperate to remain platonic, however, as Tru gives in to his vices, leaving Mercy vulnerable to King’s magnetism, it’s only a matter of time before everyone lets their inhibitions loose and it all hits the fan.

SNEAK PEEK

Mercy’s high was on the rise via a balcony view of the skyline, the scent of warm sand and salty sea drifting through her nostrils, and the pleasurable fullness of  Richmond “Tru” Mills boldly positioned behind her naked body, slowing his thrusts. 

It took some convincing for her to shed the covering of the hotel bedsheet. Something about the sexy rasp of his repeated chant, “You’re mine and I’m yours,” that lulled her into the open and sensual display.  

Whispered winds blew the trickles of sweat from his manicured beard onto her torso. His fingertips impressed upon her hips. With her final gyration of hips depleting his stamina, she stiffened her thighs in expectation of his inevitable collapse. 

“Messing with you, Mercy Davenport, is going to get me in trouble.” Hi smile was broad. Forcing himself to his feet, he took one last look at her and shook his head. “I swear you’re a problem.”

Bringing to mind her spindle of nerves when she boarded the plane to Miami, Mercy had to agree she was trouble. If only he knew how true that is. However, saying it out loud would do neither of them any good.

When she boarded her flight to Miami, Mercy hoped she carried herself modestly as Cliff had always suggested. Black linen capris, plum linen tunic, and hair in a bun, she embodied, “frequent traveler.” 

Luckily Richmond had left the day before and his extended invitation was a late-night afterthought. He’d be quick to pick up on all her deep breathing exercises. No matter how many times she told herself there was nothing to worry about, she couldn't stop her fingers from twitching, her pulse from racing.

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