β Scribed by Reana Malori; Lunchtime Chronicles
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Lunchtime Chronicles: Red Light Special was written by USA Today Bestselling Author Reana Malori
From the moment they met, Bobby Cooke and Mercy Webster have wanted to be more than friends, if you could even call them that.
A weekend mix-up, that seems more like a setup, brings them to a point of no return. Bobby will use every skill at his disposal to stop Mercy from walking away. Mercy will give herself permission to let go, just this one time. Little do they know, the passion building between the two of them refuses to be confined to only a few days.
Bobby and Mercy will test the boundaries between friends with benefits. When need and desire are given free rein, the results are explosive.
This is an IR novella in the Lunchtime Chronicles Serial with Siera London, Olivia Gaines, and Xyla Turner.
Interracial Romance
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