A #1 Bookstrand Mainstream
African-American
Sensual Love story
Word
count: 51,182
Heat:
Sensual
Price:
$3.50
Story Excerpt
The trio marched to the truck stop and straight into the
heavy aroma left over from fried foods. Kitchen noises pervaded as white
stoneware filled with heaping portions of food slapped against the shiny steel
pickup window. They moved on through the restaurant to a vacant booth near the
plate glass window. Veronica and Sam took one side. Mike had the other side all
to himself.
"I want fries." Sam's face turned up to Veronica.
"Samuel?"
"Please, Mama."
Veronica allowed him hamburgers and fries on occasion. Those
big, pleading eyes zapped her. Today seemed to be one of those days.
"Okay," she said with a smile. "We'll both have fries."
Veronica's head jerked up when Mike grunted, and her eyes
caught his. He was obviously amused about something.
"What's funny?"
"It's been a long time since I had such a telling
conversation. Although my children are no longer teenagers, I have one who's
still a master manipulator."
"A child expressing his hunger brings back
memories?" She pursued the topic because she really wanted to understand
the motive for his laughter.
He chuckled again. "Lots of them. There's not a parent
alive that hasn't buckled even before the onset of such a debate."
"I didn't buckle on anything," she announced, a
bit offended. Veronica looked down at Sam, who looked from her to Mike in
earnest interest.
"You're right. You didn't buckle."
"What does that condescending crack mean?"
"Veronica, honestly. I only meant, as a parent, one
recognizes when and when not to make an issue. That's all." He examined
her in silence. "I didn't intend to offend you."
Veronica intentionally took note of his mannerisms as he
sought to do damage control. Although his cool expression locked in place, she
sensed the immense interest in his bedroom eyes the longer he stared at her. He
was minus his hat and glasses, which permitted her uninhibited inspection. Mike
wore his hair cut close to the scalp. That emphasized his strong brow and the
allure of his eyes, so soft and tawny brown. He had a tiny healed scar on the
end of one nostril. Below that was his peppered mustache, glinting with a touch
of silver and trimmed to perfection above tasty-looking lips.
Her perusal didn't stop there.
His stout neck balanced on wide shoulders that conformed to
a broad chest. Since he was seated, her imagination filled in the gaps of the
rest of his description. She recalled his long legs from her position on the
ground, and his, evidently, excellent physical condition by the trapeze act
he'd performed to get her carry-on. Before her sat a man she guessed to be in
his midforties, who happened to be one outstanding treat for a woman to behold.
Creamy chocolate had nothing on him.
Mickie Sherwood
~~Sweet, spicy romance – a heartbeat away~~
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