MERCY'S HART

MERCY'S HART

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Mercy was an injured traumatized enslaved girl on the run, who had already had a life full of trial when she met Eli Hart on what was to be her last stop on the Underground Railroad. When things take a turn after the Civil War, she is forced to flee her adopted home to make a new life out in the wild west. Her destination? A rumored mixed-race town in Oklahoma. She encounters new challenges and dangers, all while unaware of the pursuits of two men from her old life in the east. One who she'd thought she'd lost forever, and the other she'd thought she'd escaped forever. Get lost in the western epic! MERCY'S HART
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"Bella, you can't keep doing this to me. I can be real fucking patient, or I can be really fucking unkind." He grabbed her hips and skimmed his fingers down the chunk of her outer thighs. "I'm sorry, but I didn't ask for him to kiss me. And I told you, you and I-we're over." He placed his hand over her mouth. He let his tears stream down his nose, his lips quivered with the words she'd just used to curse him. "I don't like it." He let out through his teeth, his glasses fell low on his nose and she could tell he was in agony. "I'm sorry." She declared before pulling him in for an embrace. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands drove up and into her hair, guiding her face to look up. His mouth parted over hers, she opened her lips and kissed him slowly, enchantingly. Brandon was sure she wished him to die. As she swallowed his breath, and fed him her own-she gave him no gaps to breathe. Almost as if his siren had come up from her watery throne just to drag him back under. He started pounding his fists against the wall behind her, careful not to hurt her in any way. His mouth moved over hers like he had no choice but to kiss her back. He laid no hand to her body, because he knew in that moment-he'd go too far. He didn't want to hurt her. But he did want to burrow into her body and command her soul. She was the sole reason for his jealousy, the only person who held the switch to all of his desires. Bella had been born to be the woman who would subdue the demons inside his soul. She was created for him. He felt it long before he accepted it. But now-he couldn't bear the consequences of denying the gift in which God was giving him in her. His redemption was a direct result of having her in his life. Both cursed and blessed-Brandon couldn't afford to lose her anymore. She was his. Forever. She chased him-so in full circle. Perhaps it was his turn now. "Bella... say you'll be mine. Please."

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