Mahogany Desires
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Last published Fri, Oct 14, 2016
Mr. tall dark and handsome Jason Mills was always particular when it came to women that he associated himself with for one reason: they all had an ulterior motive and were out for something. So it was a wonder when he found himself attracted to a woman, whom he never expected to get rejected by not once but twice just because of his skin color. He's never had to chase anyone before but there was always a first time for everything.
Machayla Daniels was running from love and life because of her fears. Fear brought onto her by the one who promised to love her. Jason was the last thing she wanted in her already complicated life but as she ran, he followed. His mission: Become someone she would not only need but want in her life no matter how dangerous it gets.
Can she handle him and his desires?
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