Contemporary BMWW interracial romance · Sixpenny Row
Give Me Something to Draw
Tell him what you want gone and all he can sell you is a smear. Tell him what you want there and he will draw it.
In seven weeks a flour mill is putting Immie Hartigan's bare forearms on a sack of bread flour, and the inside of her right arm still carries another man's name in deep black script. Lorcan has been dead three years. Laser is a year she does not have. A cover-up is the only door left — and Delroy Beckford, who has been right about skin for twenty-two years, looks at it for four minutes and says no.
He will not put thirty years of someone else's grief on a woman who will not say what she actually wants. So she takes the walk-in two streets over, and comes back eleven days later with scar tissue, less arm and fewer weeks.
He takes the booking anyway, at the price he first quoted. Then he braces his forearm on her wrist, tells her to breathe out, and somewhere in the fourth hour she starts saying out loud what she has been sitting still for.
Explicit, unhurried and entirely unashamed. HEA guaranteed.
Perfect for fans of Talia Hibbert and Rebekah Weatherspoon.
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Multicultural & InterracialContemporaryBlack & African American
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