Publisher's Synopsis
This the kind of love I'd find in every lifetime...
Him: My wife, my wife. Folks gon' learn to stop playing with my wife. Ain't a soul on this earth I'd choose over Heaven. She's my world, my peace, and the reason why it's about to be a whole lot of slow singing and flower bringing. The way she loves me got me feeling unhinged in the best way. I've always been a provider, but now? I'm taking it to another level-diamonds on her neck, a roof over her head she ain't gotta lift a finger to pay for, and my last name inked across her soul. I'll kill for her, die for her, and if it comes down to it, I'll burn this whole city to the ground just to keep her mine.
Her: Who would've thought? Little ol' Heaven Lee-the wife of a man like Turnpike Mike. Loving him? It's like a drug. Intoxicating. Addictive. Ain't no rehab strong enough to make me quit. When he steps in the room, everybody stops, but I'm the only one who gets to have him. And because I've tasted this kind of love, I refuse to let anybody snatch it from me. So consider this a warning-Turnpike Mike is mine, and I need him like you need air. Call it chaotic, co-dependent, or whatever you want-it's our world, and everybody else is just living in it.
This is the finale of The Wife Of Turnpike Mike by Reese Laflare. If you're a fan of second chance romance and African American romance, you'll love this one.
