Warning: this is about to be the worst book you ever read, I wrote it when I was 13-14, and I'm almost 20 now. I'm just saying you were warned. Just don't read it, it's beyond awful. #1 in Steamy 06/20/18 Alexa Peirce was different than most girls in her school, perfect grades, an eighteen year old virgin. She never wanted a serious relationship, nor could she have one due to focusing on school. That is until she meets her new teacher, Jake Morgan. Jake Morgan, he's Lexi's sexy new teacher. Young, tall, and sexy. Every girl fantasized about being with him, him fucking them. But not Lexi. Jake has a dark secret, he's into BDSM. He's looking for a new submissive. He found her, but knew she would freak at the idea. His mission for the year is to have Lexi as his submissive. Will Jake convince Lexi into being his submissive? Will Jake be able to stay away? Will Lexi be the good girl everyone thought she was? ©SlavesToMrGrey2016 All story rights belong to me. Do NOT copy my story, I worked hard to make it. *Pictures included in this book are not mine. Including the cover photo, I found them on google

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.