Enid is moving across the world to attend university. Away from all that she knows, she soon finds herself at the center of three men's unyielding attention. Three men who are her professors. Inexperienced and innocent, she is the exact opposite of these dark, possessive men. And she is everything they've always wanted.

I clamped my hand over my mouth, biting down on my palm to trap the moan clawing up my throat. "What's wrong?" Elias whispered again my ear, rolling his hips harder into mine. "Am I fucking you too good?" I shook my head frantically, pressing my fingers tighter over my lips as a whimper escaped. "Scared your fiancée will hear how well you take my cock?" He paused, delivering another deep thrust. "Or maybe you do. Maybe you want him to watch me fuck what's always been mine." I shouldn't be doing this. I knew that. Not with my fiancée ten feet down the hall asleep. <~~~~> At sixteen, Vesper Crane was supposed to die. Kidnapped, brutalized, and left for dead, the president's daughter survives only because the man sent to kill her showed her mercy. Four years later, her mercy still hasn't let her go. She knows he watches her from the shadows. Forced into a political marriage she never agreed to, she becomes the center of a dangerous power struggle. Now she stands between two men: the one who spared her life, her stalker. and the one she chose to marry, her fiancée. Mercy isn't a kindness. It's the most dangerous debt of all. (18+) Mercy is the darkest book I've written. It is an MFM why choose romance where the female main character will not have to choose between the two. This is not a gentle love story. Please read with care.

(#1 in Lust - 16.11.22) Even though I was the one who initiated the kiss, I could tell that I was no longer in control. His large arms wrapped around my waist like tightly-coiled wires, keeping me in place so he could do whatever he wanted with me without interference. There was something dark looming between us and it scared the hell out of me because I knew he was the cause of it. What was I doing? He was dangerous, he had a gun in his desk drawer for God's sake and here I was, a pitiful lovesick girl, kissing him with reckless abandon like he wasn't my boss and I wasn't his employee. I, for some unknown reason, acted uncharacteristically fearless with him and it was very unnerving. I had to put a stop to this before I drowned in the darkness that was Rafael Montero so I pulled back slightly, reluctantly detaching my lips from his. "I'm sorry Mr. Montero but I can't do this." ------------------------------------------ Copyright © 2022 by Cari Jené. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. © All Rights Reserved