Liquid Feels - Book 3 - DP Series - Complete

Liquid Feels - Book 3 - DP Series - Complete

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One innocently cunning kiss gets the game going. Add some competition, a little stalking, and a dash of spice and you've got yourself a full-blown drama. While vying for the attention of a man who doesn't seem the least bit interested in a relationship, Mercy starts to wake up to a reality she never knew existed: some people aren't looking for a happily ever after; they're just surviving. But that's not good enough for her. All deserve a chance at love, even the mysterious, Seth Vans. The question is: How sure is Mercy that she's the right person for him? And if she's not, is she willing to admit defeat? Join Mercy as she learns the art of love, the power of discipline, and the freedom found in virtue. Sometimes to love, you have to abandon your own heart... no matter how much it hurts.
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